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𝘍𝘦𝘺𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘹 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘶𝘴!𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ๏𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 = 5897 ๏𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 = fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, marquing + blood, breeding, talk of pregnancy ? I think that it’s all. ๏𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 = When Lady Margot is called to seduce the Na-baron Feyd-Rautha, the first daughter of the emperor Shaddam IV must accompany her in case things do not go as planned and indeed, things do not go as planned. ๏𝙰/𝙽 = Damn. IT TOOK ME 6 DAYS TO WRITE THIS SHIT !? I really hope that it was worth it :’) Also, did I wrote Feyd correctly ? ๏𝙰/𝙽 2 = I would like to point out that English is not my first language, so if you see a mistake please tell me ! And I don’t know why but i couldn’t find the account of the last two person i taged, so i don’t know if they received it ٩( ᐛ )و

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—Princess, the Reverend Mother wishes to see you. Announced the guard, head bowed.

The man was new, and certainly he had heard many rumors about Princess [Y/N], first daughter of Emperor Shaddam. Earlier, when he was ordered to go get the princess, he noticed the smirks of his comrades and their whispers.

But it was sure that when he opened the large doors of the royal bedroom he did not expect to find his princess and three men, probably soldiers, naked. Two watched a young man with blond hair sneak between the legs of the [H/C] haired girl. He held her thighs apart but raised his head when he heard the doors open, a shiny substance running down his lips and chin, a substance that he quickly licked while looking up at his lover.

The princess clearly seemed unhappy and even less sexually satisfied, but seeing the guard's eyes open wide and his inability to look at them a slight smirk appeared on her lips. The fingers of her right hand tenderly caressed the hair of the young man as her other hand touched affectionately the jaw of another man, leaving the third man frustrated and begging for affection from his lady.

—What does that old witch want ? she finally asked.

—I-I don’t know your highness…He shudder, his gaze moving to the side, towards a wall of the large bedroom.

Suddenly, the young woman's fingers closed in the blond's hair between her thighs, who emitted a slight grunt of pain and surprise.

—Not only do you not look your princess in the eyes when you speak to her, but you are not even capable of giving her an answer.

The terrified young man could do nothing but get on his knees, begging her to spare him. In a split second all the pleasure and excitement she felt had dissolved, the crazy old woman had the talent of interrupting her at the worst moments. Knowing very well that the reverent mother would never leave her alone, she got up, grabbed a bathrobe that was on the floor before leaning over the three men, sitting quietly on her bed, to kiss their lips, one at a time.

—I’m sorry my pretty pets, wait for me. She whispered, looking affectionately at them and the three men nodded happily.

Taking one last look at her lovers [Y/N] walked out of the large bedroom, stepping on the left hand of the guard, still on the ground. He only got up after she left the room to close the doors and follow his princess, watching one last time as the three soldiers lay on the bed and talked, as naked as the day they were born, waiting patiently for the return of their beloved mistress.

The princess' footsteps echoed on the concrete slabs leading to a small open veranda, the sun was beating down on her face and the cotton of the bathrobe was starting to stick to her skin making her movements unpleasant, which had the effect of annoying her even more.

—Reverend Mother, sister…Lady Margot. She greeted, once she reached the veranda, where the three women were sitting around a cup of tea.

The mother Mohiam looked up at the young woman to greet her but changed her mind when she saw her outfit, she slowly shook her head bringing her tase to her lips. Irulan's cheeks tinged with pink, pink with shame, and she couldn't help but glance at the oldest woman.

—What indecency. This outfit is not worthy of a woman of your rank, you shame the order by showing yourself in this way.

Hands on her hips [Y/N] lowered her head to observe her outfit, her bathrobe was slightly open at her chest but she had worn much more vulgar, with a sigh of boredom she sat down at a corner of the square table, Irulan to her right and Lady Margot, who still had not spoken, to her left.

One thigh on top of the other and her upper body relaxed against her chair, she looked like anything but a high-ranking woman.

—Stop your reprimands and spill the beans. The [H/C] haired woman grumbled, which earned her a look of disapproval from her sister and a warning from the reverent mother, a raised eyebrow.

—Hold your tongue young woman. A deep aura laced the old woman's voice.

[Y/N] just crossed her arms across her chest, showing her displeasure, you had to be stupid but above all suicidal to contradict or defy the Bene Gesserit, the princess was neither of the two. Lady Margot put her cup down after finishing her tea, making the three women around her turn their heads and the blonde smiled graciously at them.

—We have a request for you princess, one that, I am sure, will satisfy you. Informed the countess.

The young adult arched an eyebrow while staring at her elder, then a curious smile appeared on her lips and her companions quickly understood that she was suddenly interested in the conversation.

—Well, you have my full attention.

—Baron Vladimir Harkonnen is hosting a grand banquet in honor of his nephew, Na-baron Feyd-Rautha.

—I don't see how this concerns me. Interrupted [Y/N] not seeing the point of this conversation.

Lady Margot cleared her throat with a soft sneer before glancing at the reverent mother who took over.

—You will accompany Lady Margot to Giedi Prime. We need to find out if this young man is controllable.

—I still don't see why I should get involved in your stories. Your plan failed, Lady Jessica was supposed to be on your side and you were supposed to have control over her and her son. She accentuated all the “you”s with a mocking look.

—Sister ! Exclaimed Irulan, red with shame.

—We are Bene Gesserit, everything has always been under our control and that will not change today. If the great houses learn what your father has commissioned, he will lose the throne and you, your comfort. This mission is important and you must play your role without whining for once. Mohiam finally ordered, silencing the two sisters.

She knew that the Reverent Mother was right, if the rumor of what her father had done got around, then that would be the end. She wasn't ready to give up her luxury and wealthy life because of a brat and her father's lust for power. Silence reigned for a few moments before the eldest princess spoke again.

—Feyd-Rautha…a mad man I think I heard during conversations. What do I have to gain from it ?

—We heard that the Na-baron had practices...somewhat similar to yours, if you know what I mean. If everything does not go as planned, you will have the right to interfere and “take advantage”. Replied Lady Margot.

The young woman thought about it for a moment. The few things she had heard about the baron's nephew never painted him in a good light, but it was true that she had heard of his sexual appetite. Only she wasn't sure if she would have the opportunity to taste it, but just to be able to finally admire the young man, she accepted.

—Can I bring my pet-

Her question was interrupted by a nudge from Irulan, who couldn't stand her jokes, although this time, it wasn't a joke.

The journey to Giedi Prime was done in silence, Lady Margot and [Y/N] weren't really the best of friends. The countess was much too simple and calm for the princess. Their characters were diametrically opposed, yet they could still talk to each other without it turning into a bloodbath.

Only, right now, the youngest was angry at her elder's privilege. [Y/N] was just a backup if their mission didn't go as planned and the Na-baron didn't find anything interesting in Lady Margot. But if, indeed, he was interested in the blonde, [Y/N] would have left her pets for nothing, a reality that did not please her at all.

Arriving at the Harkonnens, they were welcomed by the Baron and his oldest nephew, Rabban. This particularly irritated the princess who took Feyd's non-presence as an affront, after all, she was of imperial blood.

Without really paying attention to the Baron, she was accompanied to her quarters which were in a different place from those of her companion, because of their difference in rank, which did not displease the princess.

Later she learned that the Na-baron had not appeared before them since he was preparing for the hundredth fight, a spectacle apparently eagerly awaited by the inhabitants of Giedi Prime.

dressed in her most beautiful dress and her most sumptuous jewelry, she intended to overshadow Lady Margot, decided not to have come to this planet for nothing.

The black sun was beating down on everyone and it was clearly not missed by [Y/N] who was fed up with Kaitan's constant sun. She was patiently awaiting the arrival of Feyd-Rautha, Lady Margot at her side who also seemed excited although she hid it with her calm and reserved air.

Bene Gesserit sisters joined them but the princess ignored them, much more interested in the still empty arena than in their conversation, which she did not even listen to with one ear. Her fingers played with the chain of her gold necklace, trying to occupy herself with something when the Na-baron finally entered.

[Y/N] wanting to get a good view of the young man leaning forward while slightly getting up from her seat, she brought her binoculars to her eyes and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips. The young woman was generally not very picky when it came to men, although she always had certain criteria.

And this man, he ticked all her criteria. His milky skin made the princess want to sink her teeth into it, to stain it scarlet, but above all, mark it. She wanted to take his jaw between her fingers and force him to look at her, touch his defined lips and kiss his throat, maybe even run her tongue across it.

When the Harkonnen knelt for his uncle, [Y/N] began to wish he had knelt in front of her instead. That he pledge allegiance to her and agree to be hers, to belong to her and her alone.

A rush of excitement filled her as she let out a chuckle that did not go unnoticed by the Bene Gesserit. After seeing him it was clear that she was not going to let the Countess steal him from her, he looked much too appetizing.

Throughout his fight [Y/N] watched his body move and his muscles shifting under his armor, his movements were sharp but controlled, good news for her. Her skin shived as she already imagined all the things she could do to him or he could do to her. Time passed far too quickly for the princess's liking and when he won his hundredth fight she forced herself to sit and applaud him calmly, not wanting him to notice her euphoria.

The same evening it was planned that Lady Margot would go and court him, the young woman then decided that he was going to be hers no matter what the order wanted. Since she was very young, Mother Mohiam had taught her the art of being a Bene Gesserit. Unfortunately, as a teenager, lust overcame her desire to learn more.

She still listened during her lessons but the order and their prophecies no longer interested her as much as before. Only, as an imperial princess, she had never been able to stop them. Today she was very happy with it.

Manipulation and persuasion via The voice were part of the teachings of the Bene Gesserit. It had taken her several years to perfect her learning, compared to her younger sister who was obviously a prodigy and had quickly made up for the extra years that [Y/N] had.

At seven p.m. the great banquet in honor of Feyd-Rautha began and the young woman was finally introduced to the Na-baron. She took advantage of this opportunity to once again contemplate Feyd attentively, she didn't even bother to hide her excitement this time.

Her eyes wandered over his jawline which she loved to admire so much, she could already imagine her hands gently grasping it before caressing his cheekbones with the tips of her thumbs. She dove into his electric blue eyes and for a moment she had the impression of losing herself in their depth, this sensation made her shudder with desire but above all with apprehension, she had never felt such attraction before, even with her favorite lovers.

His lack of eyebrows and hair did not repel her, she, who loved pulling her partners' locks. But the idea of squeezing his neck to force him to look at her only made her even more excited. Finally her mouth curved into a mischievous smile.

Next to his uncle, Feyd then placed one knee on the ground, right hand on his heart, and his cold fingers grabbed the young woman's hand to place a kiss on it. She felt her skin warm up tenderly while the young man's lips were anything but warm, and this coldness made her body shudder and her lower stomach tighten.

He left his lips on her skin slightly longer than acceptable and raised an amused but also penetrating gaze, as if he knew what she was thinking. And at that moment many things were stirring in her mind. By kneeling in this way, he was submitting to her. And having a man with such a reputation as Feyd-Rautha give up his dominance was thrilling.

She even came to wish that he had knelt in front of her under different circumstances.... With a discreet gesture she passed her thumb over the Harkonnen's lower lip, testing its softness. This didn't seem to bother him since he closed his eyes as he felt her finger move, then, a grin appeared on those said lips, letting her see the black-tinted teeth she had perceive during his fight.

After these few seconds, maybe a minute and a half at most, he stood up, his arms crossed behind his back. This moment didn't last long but she had the impression of staying in this position for hours.

Baron Vladimir looked at them discreetly but said nothing, anyway, if something happened between them it would benefit the Harkonnens. Having ties with the imperial family, such close ties, could be decisive.

Dinner went very well, although the princess couldn't help but stare at the Na-baron most of the time. But it didn't seem to bother him that much, most of the time he even stared back, their intense staring game had left [Y/N] finishing the meal with her thighs tight and slightly sweating.

When everyone had to excuse themselves to go get ready for the fireworks. The young woman turned one last time, while holding her dress so she could walk in her heels, to look at the Harkonnen and her lips parted to let out the whisper of a sentence that only he could hear.

« Come to me. »

Then, she smiled brightly at him as Feyd's pupils dilated, for a moment everything around him disappeared and only her voice reached him.

Surely he should have ignored it, continue his life with his dear concubines and enjoy the huge party that was going to take place in his honor. Only, something inside him screamed at him to go after her and obey her. Obey all her requests, no matter what they are.

And now he found himself in front of the princess's quarters, dressed in black, which made his milky skin stand out.

He went inside, then closed the door behind him, not bothering to knock, after all he was at home. Once in the guest room he looked for the young woman, passing over the large bed in front of him and the few supplies placed everywhere, but he did not find her, for a moment he really thought that she was making fun of him and that irritated him to the highest point.

But the same voice that had ordered him to go find her rang through the air again, making him hold his head for a moment, clearly not used to the tricks of the Bene Gesserit.

« Here. Come meet me. »

Feyd then turned his head trying to find the source of this mystical voice and he saw a gray door, just like the walls of the room, slightly half-open. He took a slight breath, not out of fear but rather apprehension, he wondered how he was going to find her. Naked ? Dressed in a sensual outfit ? Maybe she was even making fun of him and playing hide and seak ?

In any case, he stomped forward while tilting his head in curiosity. With the back of his hand, he pushed the door open and stopped at the doorstep. He found a large bathroom, a shower side to properly remove dirt and a bath side, with a large bathtub.

He found [Y/N] there. Arms hanging outside the bathtub, legs crossed and raised, revealing her knees as well as her feet. She looked at him with a petty grin that made him feel warm, maybe he really liked submission.

« Kneel, beside me. »

And for the third time that evening, his actions were directed by this woman. In other circumstances he would have slit her throat and fed her to his darlings. But the lump in his throat and the heat he felt in his body were far from unpleasant, he craved her and all the things she wanted to do to him.

Then he knelt down beside her and observed her attentively. The curve of her throat and her neckline covered in warm, transparent droplets. Too busy observing her body, he did not notice her hand coming to rest on his cheek until her warm skin came in contact against the coldness of his.

He then relives their proximity from a few hours ago, when she had caressed his lip. Only this time, he felt the humidity of her palm, humidity which made his skin shiny in addition to its whiteness.

—I wanted you the moment I saw you. The [H/C] haired woman whispered, so as not to break the bubble of sensuality that had formed between them.

—Did you, woman. He replied, his hoarse voice cutting through the air.

She didn't like this tone and took it as a challenge. Her hand on his cheek stopped it’s caresses and came to firmly grip his jaw as she frown, her gaze hard.

—You should be grateful, that I, the first imperial princess, has taken a liking to you. She replied in a stern tone that matched her expression.

Feyd held her gaze, his eyes wandering over her angry face, he definitely liked her tone a lot. A shiver of excitement ran through his body, his breathing starting to get heavy.

[Y/N] didn't take long to understand that this situation excited him more than anything else and ended up getting up after releasing the young man. She got out of the bathtub without giving him a glance before retrieving a bathrobe which she wrapped around herself after drying herself slightly.

Then she turned towards the Na-baron who did not move, only turned his head to spy on her. He quickly understood that she wanted him to move and stood up to follow her as she returned to the large bedroom.

The princess took a cup and filled it with water before sitting on the bed, bringing the cup to her lips while looking at him.

—Take off your clothes.

This time she didn't use The voice, she understood that he would listen to her no matter what she said, so what was the point of wasting her energy on these sleight of hand tricks ? Feyd nodded and slowly started to remove his clothes.

The Bene Gesserit stared at his movements, she watched the muscles in his arms move as he removed his bottoms and unbuttoned his black top. She then let out a slight sigh of pleasure, his body was magnificent to look at but surely even more so to touch. Only, she wanted to make him boil.

That he begged her to touch him everywhere and as she wanted. However, her determination didn't last long when she saw the defined bulge he had in his underwear. And seeing her hastily swallowing her saliva, he grinned, like a mischievous little child.

Regaining control of the situation he approached her, then once at her level he undid her bathrobe before throwing it a little further when she did not push him away. On his knees once again, but between her thighs this time, he gently spread them, letting his icy fingers climb over them. While following the movements that her chest was making as it rose.

Because once he was on the ground, the young woman's breathing had taken off and her skin suddenly heated up. Her lower abdomen tightened with apprehension as she saw him getting closer and closer to her crotch.

Letting him do so, she leaned back slightly, grasping the sheets between her fingers nervously, while closing her eyes. She had never felt something so strong and yet she was well accustomed to sex and many unspeakable sexual practices.

Only this time it was different. He was something that didn't belong to her, something she wasn't supposed to touch or approach unless she was beckoned. And yet she had braved this prohibition and done the complete opposite of what she had been asked.

He represented dangerousness, sensuality but also a forbidden fruit, and right now, she wanted to sink her teeth into this fruit, devour it raw but above all savor it.

[Y/N] was quickly brought back to earth by feeling the warm muscle of her lover. In surprise her abdominal muscles contracted and she let out whine, her thighs instinctively tightened around his head.

She was going to loosen them immediately but Feyd held them back, his hands holding tightly the plump of her thighs so that she wouldn't move them. His throat let out a low moan of pleasure, he wasn't suffocating, but having her thighs around him gave him a new feeling of closeness.

Watching him do it, the young woman finally decided to relax and calm her breathing as best she could. Her body fell against the soft mattress before her eyes closed again, taking advantage of the only source of warmth Feyd possessed.

Usually the Harkonnen was not the type of man to kneel for a woman, his concubines always cared for him and only his pleasure. The only times he touched them was to inflict pain that gave him satisfaction.

But now that he had tasted the princess he couldn't live without it and his only goal was to make her scream. The smell of the young woman became intoxicating, a drug which he, from now on, could no longer do without.

His tongue tried to catch as much of her transparent and succulent nectar as possible, wandering into every nook and cranny of her soaked slit. Quickly one of his hands left her thighs and came to join his tongue, the contrast between his cold fingers and his hot muscle made the body of the [H/C] haired woman tremble.

Her lips parted as she gasped, her back arching and her brows furrowed for the second time, she definitely couldn't get used to his coldness, even less when he touched such a sensitive area of her body.

Feyd moved away from her swollen lips for a few seconds, moistening his fingers with saliva before going to collect some of her juices, humidifying them enough so that he could slide them slowly inside her. He watches his fingers dig in before looking up at her, his lips red and wet as was his chin which was glistening slightly.

She felt dizzy with arouse, her limbs trembling under the emotion and the touch of the Harkonnen between her thighs, his fingers inside her only dived her into pleasure and passion. Finally she dared to look down at him, meeting his greedy gaze.

He smirked at her. She wanted to hit him, not liking his superior air, surely he felt proud to have put her in one hell of a state. Only, her body was much too heavy for her to do anything to him and anyway, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself, she liked the way he made her feel.

Finally he began to move his fingers, withdrawing them slightly before pushing them back in with urgency, as if he immediately wanted to find the warmth of her inner walls which tightened around his middle and ring fingers.

—Is it to your liking imperial princess ? He teased, loving to see her lose her cool because of his movements.

His spike had the effect of a slap and she stood up suddenly, grabbing his wrist to stop his back and forth movements. He admired her chest rising and falling as she tried to regain calm breathing and the light beads of sweat running down her face and neckline.

—Look at you, drenched in sweat even though you haven’t done anything. He chuckled, deciding to ignore her warning look.

Apparently she didn't like his teasing at all as her hand circled around his throat, squeezing it slightly as he groaned quietly, the corners of his lips curling up, at least he would have had control for a little while.

—Know your place. She panted, gradually regaining her breathing.

He finally opened his eyes, which he had closed when he felt her squeeze his throat a little more, enjoying the intoxicating sensation of suffocation. She brought her face closer to his and the young man's orbs flickered from her gaze to her lips, a sudden urge to kiss her taking him in the gut.

And if she had noticed it she made no comment, forcing him to stand up by pulling his throat forward. He then found himself on his back, on the black silk sheets, his lover on top of him. He stared at her inner thighs, where he could see her wetness running lightly down them.

[Y/N] leaned over his throat which she had finally released not wanting him to pass out, but little by little you could see light red finger marks, making her smile. Her tongue flicked over them, making him shiver and groan beneath her.

Her hands held his wrist this time, not wanting him to touch her as she enjoyed playing with him. Her muscle moved down his chest before her teeth sank into his pale flesh.

She closed her eyes, beginning to taste the metallic taste of blood, blood that didn't belong to her. Feyd had emitted a low moan of pleasure, an aching pain took hold of him but that only aroused him more. Especially when he saw her eagerly licking the small wound she had inflicted on him, collecting the droplets of blood that escaped.

The young woman looked at her work with satisfaction, she, who had dreamed all evening of marking it, had finally done it. You could clearly see the bite on his white skin, plus it will probably leave a purplish mark for a few days or even a week or two. She was so proud of herself that she made him a few more.

Again on the torso but also the shoulders and throat, each time repeating the same ritual, biting, cleaning and admiring. Feyd let her do it, letting out grunts and moans from time to time. He had once tried to free his wrists to grab her hips but she had bitten him even harder to make him understand to stay still.

Once her work was finished, her teeth went to nibble his left ear, tickling it slightly. He took advantage of her proximity to turn his head and furtively kiss her throat, making the princess sigh, not liking to be interrupted.

[Y/N] then started to stare at him, thinking about what she was going to do to him, but she was starting to get impatient and the wetness of her sex was starting to bother her, she wanted him right away.

Bringing her right hand to her lips she let her saliva fall there while using her other hand to hold herself above him.

—You shall give me a daughter. She ordered him.

She didn't forget the main reason for her coming, but their passionate embrace was starting to make her head spin. She would return with the Kwistaz Haderach, and thanks to that, perhaps the Bene Gesserit will let her have the privilege of seeing him again, after all she would give them what they want, so they can grant her that.

Feyd was probably going to say something but she quickly silenced him with her lips. She hungrily explored his mouth, making him groan in surprise as he closed his eyes. Their hot breaths mingled as their noses brushed together, making her grumble since she couldn't move as much as she wanted.

Her lips parted as her glistening hand descended to his cock, which she delicately grasped. He buckled his hips in her hand in surprise and he let out a grunt followed by a light hoarse laugh. He grabbed the back of her neck, keeping their lips firmly connected as his tongue had ventured between her lips when she had parted them.

The Bene Gesserit's delicate hand gently moved up-and-down, wetting him to make sure he would fit inside without harm, but she was so soaked that she was sure nothing would block.

Finally she lifted her hips above him and sink down on his cock, her hands on his chest, letting a choked moan escape her as she pulled her face away from his and Feyd grabbed her hips, forcing her to stay still. His breathing accelerated as he bit his tongue to prevent a too loud moan from coming out while throwing his head back.

He tried to compose himself, his muscles tensing. His heart was beating hard against his chest and his blood was boiling inside him. She enveloped him in a pleasant and sensual warmth making him feel hazy. While regaining his senses, he caressed her hips with the tips of his thumbs to make her wait a little longer before sitting down.

Finally, he nodded and she rolled her hips, keeping him inside her as he reached up to grab her thighs and wrap them around his waist. She let him do it, very happy not to have to move herself and get tired.

—A daughter you said ?

The Na-baron rested his forehead against hers admiring the way her lips parted and her eyes closed as he lifted her, his hands gripping her backside tightly, then he slammed her back on his hard cock.

She let out a cry of pleasure, putting her arms behind his neck, bringing their faces even closer while their sweating foreheads were already in contact. [Y/N] took the initiative to place light kisses on his lips while he continued his movements.

Every time she separated their lips, he chased her mouth away with a growl, begging her to let him kiss her longer. But she never let him, delicately scratching his back to make him understand her displeasure.

They kept eye contact whatever happened, observing each other's reactions of pleasure. Her moans and shortness of breath for the young woman and his grunts followed by sighs for Feyd.

[Y/N]'s warmth contrasted perfectly with the Na-baron's coldness, it gradually warmed his body and his heart without even realizing it. He saw the beginnings of affection and mutual attraction in her eyes, encouraging him to speed up his movements although his arms were starting to hurt slightly. But he ignored this pain which was not that unpleasant if he was honest.

Quickly she joined his movements as best she could, feeling her pleasure increase and her mind become foggy. With each thrust he bury himself deeper, desperately seeking her and his release. Her walls clinching around him brought him closer and closer.

Feeling that she would not resist long, her thighs tightened their grip around his waist and she hide her face in the crock of his neck, his scent lulling her and allowing her to reach her climax, making her release the sharper and louder moan of the evening, her nails clawed at his back for dear life, once again tracing his milky skin red.

Her lower stomach contracted and her whole body seemed to convulse against him, her chest pressing completely against his torso while her being was overcome by a deep thrill of ecstasy.

The pain these scratches gave him allowed him too, about ten seconds and some back and forth later, to reach his orgasm. He gripped her thighs in such a way that he was sure it would leave marks for a few hours. His seed sank deep into her warmth, making her sigh as she felt the warmth of it.

He held her against his chest for a few minutes before falling back on the mattress, his lady's face buried against his chest. The contact with the fabric of the sheets made his scratches burn slightly, making him sigh a discreet groan.

Finally she raised her head and lifted her hips bringing out his, now soft, shaft. Feeling his cum sliding down the inside of her thighs she tried to contract her walls to keep as much of it inside and Feyd noticing this, raised his hand to slide his middle and index fingers inside her hole as she hissed being still a little sensible.

The young woman looked down to admire the veins on her arm stand out slightly, then she met the gaze of the Na-baron who was smiling mischievously at her. She was preparing to lean in to kiss his lips but the explosion of fireworks made their heads spin.

That's it. She had what she wanted and Lady Margot will not have the pleasure of tasting this magnificent Apollo. Only, “winning” wasn’t even what she appreciated the most.

Their compatibility had been perfect, their movements had matched and their bodies understood each other perfectly. She had never felt so much pleasure and satisfaction with just one round.

Feyd brought her out of her torpor by leaning over her chest, placing small kisses there as he began to move his fingers back and forth again, he wanted to be sure that no drop of his seed came out.

Her attention back on him she grabbed his jaw affectionately and placed a kiss on his lips then her tongue collected the salty pearls on his right cheek.

—You shall dream of me every night, think of me every time your mind wander and breathe for me and only me. She whispered at the crook of his ear.

He smiled at her, a dark smile that told her that he belonged to her and that she was now the only woman he wanted, before his eyes stared longingly at her lips.

—As you wish my princess.

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˚₊✩‧₊◜kinktober 2023! ―

― day ten ⛧ mutual masturbation

Austin Butler x F!Reader

A little naughty fun ensues with you and your boyfriend, Austin.

warnings: smut, mutual masturbation, masturbation, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, nipple play

word count: 612

author's note: I'm soo sorry this is so late jfc but I'm catching up rn. I've been super busy but I'm finally on fall break lol I hope yall enjoy!! I appreciate feedback (:

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You��re laying on Austin’s chest, lightly running your hand along his toned skin. Your cheek is pressed into him as you watch him lazily stroke his cock, and you can feel his breath hitch when he flicks his wrist slightly to change his rhythm. You lick your lips as you see his cock harden more, his tip reddening. Running your fingertips along Austin’s torso makes his skin jump, and you glance up at him. He looks down at you, his mouth slightly agape as his eyes begin to glaze over. Austin notices how you’re rubbing your thighs together under the sheets.

“Are you not gonna touch yourself?” he asks.

You hum, removing your hand from Austin. You open your legs, tossing one over his stomach as you slip your hand between your thighs. Slowly, you rub your clit through your underwear, kissing the skin of Austin’s peck that’s by your face. You groan as your fingertips rub the bundle of nerves just right. Moving your underwear to the side, you let yourself get lost in the feeling of pleasure coursing through your belly as you circle your bare clit.

“Think you can fit a finger in that hot cunt of yours?” Austin asks, his voice deep with lust.

“Yeah,” you say, nipping at Austin’s nipple playfully, causing him to jerk into his hand.

“Do that again,” Austin sighs.

As you slip a finger inside your wetness, you wrap your lips around Austin’s nipple, sucking lightly. He moans quietly, moving his hand along his shaft a little faster. The sounds he’s making cause you to clench around your finger, your walls fluttering as you curl the digit. You’re panting as you lap at Austin’s nipple, watching his face contort through your lashes. You push another finger inside your pussy, flipping over on your stomach as you keep your leg over Austin. Being spread open further allows your fingers to reach deeper inside your cunt, your free hand playing with your clit. You’re still positioned over Austin’s chest, biting and sucking his nipples and supple skin. He lets out small noises of pleasure as he fucks his hand quickly. You feel yourself getting close to your release, the sound of you and Austin’s moans blending together. Watching Austin as he pumps his cock makes your urge to take him into your mouth stronger as each moment passes. So you do, catching him off guard. You swirl your tongue around him, hollowing your cheeks and letting him fuck into your face.

“Fuck, get on top,” Austin ushers you to move.

Fully removing your underwear, you slide on top of him, lining his cock with your soaking entrance before sinking down on him. Austin grabs your hips and guides you up and down his length, your moans urging him to thrust into you faster. He grunts as he brushes your cervix, and you clench hard around him. Your nails graze his chest, clipping his nipples and causing him to thrust into you further. You’re bouncing as fast as you can on Austin’s perfect cock, relishing in the feeling of his tip slamming into you. As he fucks you, he hits all the spots inside you that are sending you closer to the edge. Slamming down onto Austin harshly as he pushes deeply inside you, your toes curl as your orgasm washes over you. Your orgasm triggers Austin’s as he empties his cum into your pulsating cunt. You’re catching your breath as you ride Austin slowly, letting both of you finish your highs.

“We have to do that more often,” Austin grins, letting his hands roam your body.

“That was so hot,” you pant, “We definitely should.”

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tadpoleteef · 22 days

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gamer girl 👾

18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 1.5k

pairing: austin x female!reader

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

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

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

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

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

“are you having fun, handsomel?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

yep, wrapped around your finger

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missjadesfics · 29 days

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“Looking for Trouble”

Austin!Elvis x Reader dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Request: Yes Summary: After Elvis is arrested for his rebellious defiance during 'Trouble,' his girlfriend, the reader, bails him out of jail. Warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex, wrap it before you tap it, thoughts of being parents, slight breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), daddy kink Word Count: 2.4k Disclaimer: All rights for the Elvis film and Elvis's music belong to him and Presley Enterprises. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Being the girlfriend of the new rock and roll sensation had its ups and downs. The Colonel would have preferred Elvis break up with Y/n and focus on his singing. But Elvis made it clear; he would date her no matter what anyone says. Y/n grew up with Elvis; his mother and hers were both pregnant at the same time. Y/n and Elvis were born a month apart, Elvis being older. When Vernon went to jail, Y/n’s mother spent every day comforting Gladys while Y/n kept little Elvis company while they played together. Elvis always told her he would become a superhero and save his father, taking him to the Rock of Eternity. When Y/n’s mother passed away, Y/n was only eight years old when Gladys and Vernon were given guardianship and custody of Y/n. Her mother had requested it; she knew the Presleys would care for and love Y/n like she was their own. As time passed, Y/n often indulged Elvis and his dreams, saying she would always be beside him.

As they grew up, Elvis developed a love for singing and African-American music; he and Y/n listened to the music whenever they could. His southern voice turned into something charming and melodic in his teenage years, making Y/n swoon. So one day, Elvis recorded Arthur ‘Big Boy’ Crudrup’s “That’s All Right” at Sun Records; the owner, Sam Phillps, had his voice playing everywhere on radios and records. That is how the Colonel discovered him; he mistook Elvis for a black man, but when he learnt he wasn’t, Elvis would be a Louisana Hayride. The Colonel had successfully convinced Elvis to leave Sun Records and have the Colonel manage his music and his career. And that’s how Elvis ended up where he is today. He had a decision to make: be the new Elvis and make everyone happy. He had to give up the ‘vulgar and lewd music and dance movements’ or break the rules and deal with the consequences later.

“You know what? I think I’m gonna sing a song the Colonel ain’t expecting. I’m gonna show em’ the real Elvis tonight” Elvis adjusted his black jacket Y/n smiled, looking at her boyfriend in the mirror. “Well, honey, I’m looking forward to it.” She grabbed his red tie, making her way over to him. “You look very handsome, Mr. Presley,” she giggled. Elvis turned around, his blue eyes roaming her figure in her new dress as she put on and fixed his tie. “Satnin, you look as beautiful as ever. My pretty girl,” he smiled, holding her face and kissing her sweetly. Y/n moaned lightly into the kiss; her eyes fluttered closed. Elvis pulled away, brushing his nose on hers gently. Elvis chuckled, seeing her eyes still closed. “Am I that good, sweetheart?” he purred, his southern accent sending shivers through her body. Y/n bit her lip, nodding. “Perfect, as always, baby, “ she replied softly. Elvis breathed in before turning to look at himself again in the mirror. He smirked, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s waist and pulling her before him. “Okay, baby girl, time for me to cause some Trouble.” Elvis licked his lips, kissing her cheek Y/n gave him a knowing look. “What have you got planned, Mr Presley?” she raised a brow at his tone. Elvis laughed lightly, whispering, “You’ll see.”

Y/n climbed out of the car as she helped Gladys and walked with her arm looped with hers as Veron walked with them to their seats behind the stage. Elvis stood in the centre, his guitar strapped around his shoulder, listening to the crowd of young men and women cheering for him. Y/n noticed they separated the black people with a rope, keeping them on one side. Y/n felt disgusted as she felt Gladys’s hand grip hers, a sad smile on her face. “I know, baby, they don’t understand. It’s all right, we know, you and Elvis. You both accept everyone for who they are and what they are. You are both different, my special babies. I wish your mama were here to see that, but she will be watching” She kissed Y/n’s head softly as Y/n nodded, smiling at Gladys as Elvis’ voice rang through the microphone. “There’s been a lot of talk about the new Elvis”, the crowd jeered in response. Elvis looked into the crowd and raised his hand.

“And, of course, that other guy”, putting all his fingers down except his pinky finger and bending it jokingly. “You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog, cryin all the ti-” Elvis chuckled into the microphone; he looked up at the speakers, hearing a voice. “There’s a lot of people saying a lot of things. Of course, you gotta listen to the people you love” He turned quickly, glancing at the Colonel, who nodded. Elvis glanced over at Y/n, his smile boarding Y/n mouthed, “Listen to yourself” She blew him a kiss. Elvis’s blue eyes shined at her words; nodding, he held the microphone. “But someone special always reminds me that in the end, you gotta listen to yourself. So I want you to know those New York people ain’t gonna change me none!” Elvis removed his guitar. The Colonel looked confused, and he glanced at Y/n. He knew something was changing, but he just didn’t know what. Elvis walked back to the centre of the stage; he turned to his band. “Trouble”, he said, winking at Y/n; she realised ‘Okay, baby girl, time for me to cause some Trouble’ his earlier words played in her head. “I’m gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!” He shouted, and the crowd cheered.

Elvis raised his hand as the band played the first cord. Elvis looked behind his arm, swinging down. “If you’re looking for Trouble”, the band played the song. Vernon shook his head. “No, no”, he moved in his seat. “You came to the right place. If you’re looking for trouble just look right in my face.” His hips and legs began to move slightly to the rhythm of the music. “I was born standing up, and talking back. My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack” He raised his hands to his hair, his body swinging back and forth as the music gained momentum. Y/n felt her heart race, watching her man dance and sing, “Because I’m evil, my middle name is misery. Well, I’m evil, so don’t you mess around with me.” Elvis looked at the Colonel, tilting his head and signalling his words as a warning.

As the song continued, the crowd grew crazier as Elvis, too, became entranced by his music and dancing on the stage. The Colonel ordered the police to remove Elvis from the stage. The danger grew as the crowd climbed over one another towards the stage. Elvis fought the police as the Colonel came over to the Presleys and Y/n as the fans began to riot against the police. “Uh, now would be a good time to return to the car” He chuckled nervously. Gladys gripped Y/n’s hand, pulling her to the car and seeing Elvis being pushed into a police car. “ELVIS!” Y/n shouted to her boyfriend, looking in alarm. “Y/n baby, go with mumma, okay, I’ll be alright!” he told her Y/n nodded in understanding. Climbing into the car, the driver drove away as Y/n looked back, seeing the chaos erupt rapidly red fireworks appearing in the sky.

Elvis was kept in jail overnight for his lewd concert; sitting in the cold cell, his knee bounced anxiously. He heard Y/n’s sweet voice ring through the hall. “I have bail money for Mr Presley”, she said to the officers, who reluctantly allowed Elvis to bail as he waited at the door. Tapping the bars, he ran through the open door, running to Y/n and embracing her tightly. “Oh baby, thank you!” He exclaimed, running out of the station to Elvis’s car and quickly driving back to Graceland. When the car engine turned off, Elvis took Y/n in his arms, carrying her inside the house. Closing the door shut quietly, the young lovebirds ran up the stairs into their bedroom.

Elvis locked his door and pulled Y/n in a passionate kiss. Elvis removed his black jacket and red tie. Y/n unzipped her dress, hurriedly throwing it over the chair. Elvis moaned his Adam’s apple bobbing, seeing Y/n in her pretty black lace underwear. His favourite. Elvis admired his girl, his feet carrying him over slowly. Y/n tilted her head slightly upwards to look into his eyes. There wasn’t much height difference, but they both loved that Elvis still had to lean slightly to kiss her. “So beautiful” His husky voice came out like a purr. Elvis swiped his thumb along her bottom lip. His palm cupped her face, and his face lit up at her doe eyes, watching him intently. Elvis kissed Y/n softly, his hand dropping from her cheek; he leaned down and picked her up. Carrying her to his large bed and laying her down, her hands tugged at his black dress shirt. Elvis unbuttoned it slowly. Teasing Y/n, he smirked, seeing her thighs rubbing together, a helpless moan falling from her lips. Her eyes glittered with desire, and her finger reached around her back to unclasp her bra, the straps falling down her shoulders. Throwing the garment away, Elvis’s chest rose and fell heavily, his hands unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Y/n bit her lip, her eyes following Elvis fall to his stomach on the bed, nudging her legs apart.

Y/n dragged her hand down her body and raked them through Elvis’s hair; he grinned at the sensation. His eyes fell closed, kissing her inner thighs; he groaned, feeling her tug on his hair. His hands gripped her last piece of clothing Y/n giggled at his enthusiasm, helping him. “One of these days, baby, Imma just gonna rip em’ right up”, he growled, his voice dropping an octave Y/n sighed. “Baby, don’t go rippin’ anything”, she whined before moaning loudly, feeling Elvis’s tongue on her pussy. Her arousal dripped down onto the bed; Elvis lapped eagerly, his hands intertwined with Y/n’s on either side of her body. “Elvis!” Y/n gasped, her body tensing at the feeling of his tongue delving between her wet folds and sucking her swollen pearl. Elvis Presley was very talented with his tongue, not just gifted in to help his singing, but pussy eating too. Y/n would give him a crown and title for his expertise in providing her waves of pleasure. He could live in between her legs; if he could, he often said it; he’d be so busy he would mumble in her pussy. “I’d die a happy man buried between your legs, little mama. A real happy man” Y/n would always shudder at his words. Y/n was brought back to reality by hearing Elvis growl “Good girl, lettin daddy take care of you”, Y/n moaned, arching her hips. “Always for you, Daddy” Elvis’s blue eyes darted up, seeing Y/n’s face twisted in pleasure, her mouth open, strings of his favourite sounds leaving her lips.

Elvis continued his ministrations. Y/n’s high-pitched whines were a sign that she was close. Elvis knew her like the back of his hand; he could feel her legs begin to shake. Elvis removed one of his hands from hers, entering two fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around his fingers immediately. Y/n’s free hand combed through his ink-black hair, tugging on the roots. “Elvis, honey, please, I’m close”, she cried out Y/n gasped sharply, her body jolting. Elvis curled his fingers, his fingers increasing pace, working Y/n through her climax. Elvis moaned, not letting a drop go to waste, ensuring he was savouring her.

Crawling up her body, Elvis removed his boxer briefs, kissing her chest tenderly, working his way up her neck along her jaw, finally landing on her lips. Elvis breathed heavily, staring into her eyes. “You want me to use protection, baby?” His soft voice made her heart flutter Y/n smiled as she shook her head. “No, I want to feel all of you. I need to feel all of you,” She whispered. Elvis smiled gently; he kissed her cheek delicately before hissing lightly, feeling her walls around him. Y/n moaned and let out a sigh as her arms and legs wrapped around Elvis’s body, pulling him closer to her. “That’s it, little mama, take me so well.” He praised, rocking his hips slowly; the raw feeling of her velvety walls around his cock left him breathless. Normally, they would use protection, but he silently thanked Y/n for changing it this time and not wanting to use protection. He has always loved the idea of being a father; he wants little ones to run around Graceland and play in the grass on sunny days. Sitting inside watching TV on rainy days. The thought of Y/n being a mother. He internally groaned at the image.

Elvis didn’t realise his thrusts grew harder in pace with his desire fueling him. Y/n writhed underneath him, a smile playing on his lips. “I’ve been thinkin’. Thinkin’ bout’ you and me with a lil one,” he grunted Y/n’s eyes open, studying Elvis’s face contorted in pleasure. She blinked softly, feeling her walls flutter around his cock at the thought of being a mother. “Mhmm” She nodded in response. Elvis held her face. “You like that idea, have ourselves a baby?” He moaned, kissing her throat Y/n whimpered. “Want a baby, Elvis, please.” she begged. Her boyfriend breathed heavily, his head resting against hers. “I love you so much, Y/n. My special girl,” Elvis smiled, his blue eyes filled with love and lust. Y/n’s eyes mirrored his, and both smiled, "I love you too, Elvis." Elvis’s thrusts became uneven. Holding Y/n’s hand beside her head, both felt their peaks crash together. Elvis kissed Y/n; their loud moans muffled, his hips slowing down. Pulling away from the kiss, the young couple giggled lightly. Elvis slowly climbed off Y/n and pulled her to his chest. Kissing her head, he wrapped his arms around her body. Elvis pulled the silk covers over their bodies, and both quietly basked in the afterglow together.

“Thanks for bailing me out of jail, baby. I didn’t really think that through, to be honest.” He let out a hearty laugh. Y/n kissed his chest and leaned on her arm; Y/n gave him a mischievous glint in her eye accompanied by a smirk, whispering against his mouth,

“Oh honey, it was really no Trouble”

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Pour it out | a.b

pairing: husband!austin x wife!reader

warnings: none

w/c: 1.1k

summary: At Jimmy fallon's infamous tonight show, a lot of interesting and funny answers get told, but not all the questions.

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“Okay, so this is how it works!” Jimmy suddenly spoke up as soon as the audience stopped clapping for you. After a few seconds of admiring the amount of people that came to see you tonight, you looked at jimmy standing right across your standing figure.

He went on explaining the game, “Each shot sits on a coaster, which has a personal question written on it, okay?” you nodded, raising your eyebrows while you tried to figure what´s in these little shots.

“You will read the question silently but you will give your answer out loud.” he said. “And then you have to choose whether to share what the question was or you can take the shot and keep it a secret.” he finished off, eyes now on you instead of the camera which is showing all of this on live television.

You nodded and smiled before jimmy spoke up again, “You must reveal at least one question during the course of the game.”

“Oh okay, got it.” you told him.

“So, tonight America is finally gonna get all the answers from me and y/n Butler, just not all the questions.” He laughed before the audience and you joined his tiny fit of laughter. “You ready Mrs. Butler?” he asked you with a grin as he turned his body towards his line of small shots.

“I am ready Mr. Fallon!” clapping your hands together as you took a good look at your line of shots, furrowing your brows at the colours of them.

“Alright y/n, you go first.” jimmy told you before you grabbed the round card made out of wood from beneath your shot, telling the audience and jimmy the name of the shot.

You silently read the question in your head, furrowing your brows as a smile crept up on your face, jimmy and the audience already chuckling at your reaction to the question.

“Alright, So I’ll just answer it.” You asked the host with a smile. Jimmy immediately nodded his head, “exactly.” You bit your lip before answering the question that everybody was desperate to know,

“Vanessa Hudgens.”

Some people in the audience gasped as you tried to make out what jimmy was thinking about right now.

“Like in THE Vanessa hudgens, your husband’s ex girlfriend?” He quietly asked you, probably not a hundred percent sure if you are comfortable talking about this on live television.

After putting the wooden card back down onto the small table, you nodded, “yep.”

He thought about it for a few more seconds before he spoke up, “Are you gonna take the shot?” Pointing his pointer finger at your small, red shot.

“I feel like I can actually reveal the question.” You said right before the audience started cheering, jimmy raised his brows.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You told him as you picked the wooden card back up and told everybody your question.

“Which one of Austin’s exes do you like the most?”

The audience clapped while jimmy smiled and nodded along.

“Alright! My turn.” He claimed loudly as he picked his card up and answered,

“Michael Jordan.”

You furrowed your brows before you started to laugh, “what?” You asked him as the audience laughed along.

“Okay, look! I’m gonna do it just like you and reveal the question.” Jimmy loudly told everybody with a smile, picking his wooden card back up and reading the question, this time, out loud,

“Who was your worst kiss.” And you immediately started to laugh, just like the audience — clapping your hands together while jimmy desperately tried to explain everything.

“So! I met Michael Jordan on this charity event a few years ago and we greeted each other, like shaking our hands and then leaned in to kiss each other on the cheek.” Jimmy started to explain his answer while you tried to hide your laugh, covering your mouth with your hands.

“And I leaned in to kiss his left cheek but he leaned in to kiss my right cheek and then it… happened, yeah.” Jimmy finished with a chuckle, realising that this story is really weird.

After your small laughing fit, you picked your second card up, biting your lip as your eyes ran over the words writing on the small, hard wood.

“You have reveal at least one of these-, Oh wait, no! You’ve already revealed the first one so you don’t have to reveal that one anymore but… I would.” He said, shrugging his shoulders as the audience laughed along.

“I-, oh no, no, no, absolutely not! I cannot reveal this question.” You quickly told him, wiggling your pointer fingers from side to side as you did so.

“You cannot?” Jimmy gasped dramatically. You shook your head,

“No, definitely not but I can tell you the answer tho and the answer to this question is — yes, '68 comeback special suit.” You proudly teased the crowd and Jimmy.

“'68 Comeback special suit… like, the leather suit that Austin wore on the set of Elvis?” He asked you with a grin but you only shrugged with your shoulders before you drowned the blue shot.

“Alright!” Jimmy yelled through the big studio while the audience clapped, “I guess y/n really doesn’t wanna reveal the question.” He exclaimed before he picked his second card up and answered after everybody stopped clapping,

“Howard stern's house.” He muttered. With an open mouth, you tilted your head to the side but weren’t able to ask the host anything before he already picked his tiny shot up and also threw it down his throat.

“What?” You responded as the audience clapped once again. Jimmy sighed and put his shot glass down again before he looked up at you,

“You don’t wanna know, believe me.” Everybody laughed at Jimmy's statement before he spoke up again,

“Okay, last shot, it’s your turn y/n.” He stated before you picked your last wooden card up and read the question silently.

You smiled brightly, chuckling before you answered your question.

“Okay, well… I would say at least five times a week.” you gulped as jimmy smirked in your direction, probably already having a tiny clue about what your question could be.

He chuckled in a loud tone, “And what would Austin say?” The host teased you before the crown started to clap again.

You turned around and tried to hide your smile, biting your lip as you did so before you put the card down and quickly grabbed the last shot. Jimmy quickly reacted,

“Oh no, please tell us y/n!” He laughed but you only shook your head and put the shot glass back down onto the small table.

“Never.” You answered in a quiet tone, smirking as you did so.

You were pretty sure that most people already knew what question you got based on your answer but you still couldn’t say it.

Like Jimmy said, America’s gonna get all the answer's but not all the questions.

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yoongis-black-grilfriend · 2 years

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Handy Man

Summary: Your car breaks down so you have to call Austin!Elvis to come help you.

Warnings: Smut, Bowjob, and Pentrative sex, dirty talk, reader getting turned on by Elvis fixing their car (and reader is kind of a crybaby in the begining of this), Elvis gets pussy drunk, and Car sex, face slapping, ass slapping, creampie, and breeding kink/ housewife kink?

This is exactly why you didn't drive. You usually had your boyfriend drive or would just take public transportation but your boyfriend seemed kind of upset that you barely have been driving the new car he got you so you wanted to show him that you care and appreciated by just driving it to work. While you were driving home your tire decided that It wanted to just pop and now you're standing on the side of the road on the freeway.

Sighing you call your phone out and dial your man's number he answers on the second ring. “Where you at mama you got off like 20 mintues ago” You can feel tears start filling your eyes as you sniffle this was so embarrassing “Oh Elvis I don't know what to do one mintue I was just driving on the highway and the next minute the tire popped off the car!” you complained to him.

“Don’t cry baby, I'm on my way. What highway are you on?” Looking around with blurry eyes you tell where you are. “Okay i’ll be there shortly go sit in the car and don't accept help from anyone okay?” you answered him and quickly hung up waiting for his arrival in your car.

Soon after you hear a knock at your window and you see your boyfriend in all his glory carrying a toolbox, a chair, and a tire that his friend helped set on the rode. He sets everything down and opens your door pulling you into a hug rubbing your back whispering “It okay i’m here now and i’m going to fix the car and then we're going to go home okay?” Pulling away he cups his hand around your face and you nod. He gives you a quick peck on the lips and grabs the lawn chair he brought with him.

Grabbing your hand he opens this lawn chair and has you sit in it. Walking back to his friend's car he brings out a drink and waves goodbye to the person who drove him to you. Handing you the drink he gets starts replacing the tire on your car. A part of you felt bad you didn't know what you did and you probably interrupted him from something he was doing but a part of you was grateful because seeing him with his muscles on display while he was fixing your car was doing something to you.

“Mama, can I sip your drink please?” standing up you walk over to where he was. You watch him as he tilts his head back so you could pour the drink in his mouth. After a couple gulps and gently moving your hand out the way and went back to putting the new tire on the car. You go to sit back down “How was work?” you heard him say “It was okay it got busy around the afternoon and you already know how that thing goes” He stopped to look at you “Nobody was being too rude today were they?” you quickly shook your head no you already know that if you didn’t he would think you were lying (which you have done before when he asked you this).

“Well I'm happy to see that it wasn't that bad today.” “Yeah I was too, What were you up honey?” you asked him “Nothing much just went down to the radio station and recorded a few songs, went shopping with my mama a little and went back home waiting you to arrive”

After five minutes he finishes up and is screwing the knops on the tire to make sure it was really tight. You get up and open the back seat door and pretend to look at something. “Elvis come look at this baby” he quickly put the tools back in his tool box and walked over to where you were standing. “What is it?” he asked, confused.

“You need to sit down on the seat to notice it” he sits down confused and you get in the car closing the door behind you. You sit in the backseat on your knees on the other side and reach over and start to unbuckle his pants. “Wha- what are you doing mama?” you reach into his boxers and answer “I just want to choke on your cock right now is that okay?” you asked looking up at him he nodded not knowing what to say and you went back to moving your hand up and down on his already hard cock.

Ater two more pumps you push his erection down your throat moving your head along the length of his cock. Elvis immediately starts to whimper trying to keep his hips still not wanting to trigger your gag reflex. But you wanted him to completely fuck your face you want him to make you completely filty. “Fuck my face Elvis do what ever you want to me.” You said with your drol and some of his precum escaping down your chin.

Moving your head down his length again he moves your hair out of your face and starts slowly moving his hips into your mouth. Tapping his thigh you signal to him that you want him to go faster and he does. You gagged as you looked up at him, your eyes watering with you gagging on his cock. “Oh you're a wild card mama, Did you miss me today is that why you're doing this?” you nod your head, keeping your eyes on him.

“You wouldn't have to miss me if you just stayed home, You wouldn't have to deal with those lousy people at your job ethier” Elvis for the longest time has been trying to get you to quit your job but you haven't you didn’t want to have to rely on him for everything but definitely does not make it easy for you.

You don’t say anything, you just move your head faster, feeling his sights shake under you. He grabs the back of your head and pulls you off his choke, working his other hand and chasing his orgasm. One spurt of cum escapes his slit and he aims it at your face drentching you in his cum making you more wet than you already were.

“Fuck you look so beautiful like this angel” he said making sure all the cum that escaped his cock was on your face reaching over he slaps both of your ass cheeks messaging them with a proud smile on his vface. You were a little hazy but you were not done. You lick your lips feeling his cum slowly go down to your neck and chest. You lay back on the seat and reach under your dress to take your panties off. Elvis watches you with a dark look in his eyes. Opening your legs you give him an invitation to enter you. He sits up facing you and teases his cock on your entrance.

“Come on Elvis I didn’t do this to you” Elvis chuckles and delivers a small tap to your face the tap makes you whimper and then you let out a full moan when he buries himself to the hilt inside you. “Why won’t you stay at home mama?” You can’t answer with the pleasure that you're receiving being so strong. He taps your face again a little harder this time “Huh? Answer me baby”. “I don’t know I just don’t want to have to rely on you for anything”

He starts moving his hips thrusting in and out of you at a calm pace. “That's my job though as your man you're supposed to know that you can rely on me baby” You can hear how wet your cunt is with every snap of his hips. “I know I understand that now” you said, your voice shaking “Will you let me give you a baby?” your eyes widened when he asked “Please I already know you'll be the best mama in the world” you do not trust your voice.

Elvis grabs your sticky face “Use your word mama. Can I put a baby in you ``Yes” you whimpered out and he plunged into holding your waist as leverage. He looks down and moans at the sight of his cock poke your stomach. You see this and meet your eyes where he was looking. He feels you looking and says “You see that baby that's you'll be holding our little baby for the next couple of months”. You clench at his wording and he almost comes then and there.

He moves his hips at an animalist speed as notices that you're about to cum. Your slippery walls feel like heaven and when you cream all over his cokc he doesnt even notice as he still continues to snap his hips into your. You arch your back wanting to ease the pleasure but Elvis mind is to scramble on your warm walls to notice you wail as you feel another orgasm approaching. “Elvis, baby this has to be the last one I don't think I could take any more” you said with your voice trembling.

He seems to have noticed that you rub his fingers in your slippery clit making your cum hard. He buries himself inside one last time before you feel his cum fill your cervix. He waits a couple of times to pull out and when he does he sees a little amount of his cum escaping your cunt he scoops it up and holds it near your lips you lean up and takes his fingers in your mouth.

“Your going to be a great mother,” he said, kissing your sticky lips.

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satninroses · 10 months

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NSFW Alphabet| A.B x Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Austin is all about aftercare! Honestly, he might just enjoy taking care of you more than the actual sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He definitely doesn’t have a favorite part of your body. He loves every inch of you so much, it hurts him. His favorite body part on himself is probably his arms and hands. He loves to manhandle you in bed.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Nothing gross. He’ll cum in your throat but that’s about it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to make a sex tape with you. He thinks you’re beautiful and he could get off to the same video of you for weeks on end.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Pretty experienced. He’s had a few girlfriends before you so he knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorite position is missionary! He loves to look at your fucked-out expression while he makes you feel good. He would also probably like to have you ride him. He really enjoys anything where he can look at you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely falls on the goofier side. He loves to make your intimate moments something special for the two of you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s groomed very well. He isn’t completely shaven but he takes good care of himself.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s so intimate with you! He loves you so much, it physically pains him. He’ll hug you close while he fucks into you and never let you go.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates a typical amount for a man. Sometimes, he likes when you do it with him. When he was filming Elvis, he had a polaroid of you, naked, in his phone case.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He enjoys praise and dirty talk, and maybe a little bit of spanking. Other than that, he’s pretty vanilla but is willing to experiment for you!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His favorite place to have sex is your guys’ shared room. He loves to set a sensual mood and enjoy his time with you. On the contrast, when he’s in a more “rough” mood, he’ll take you in the car or on a kitchen counter.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves when you tease him. Maybe while you’re both at a little get-together, you’ll sit in his lap and wiggle around to get his attention.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’ll never hit you. Besides spanking on the ass, he would never hit you anywhere else. He’s also not really into the idea of public sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Definitely likes both. While he loves when you go down on him, he absolutely loves to be in between your legs giving you the thrill of your life. I think given he’s had a few other partners, he knows what to do.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both. He can make love to you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world. Like one harsh move and you disappear. But he can also fuck you like it’s your last day on Earth.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He could but does he want to? Not really. He wants to take you nice and deep.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As previously mentioned, he’s pretty vanilla but he’s totally willing to step out of bounds for a moment with you. He wants to make sure you’re comfortable with it before anything else!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could go for a good few rounds. If you were showing signs of fatigue and drowsiness, he would definitely stop and get you off to bed.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He does not own toys for himself. However, if you bought him one, he would not be mad. He would also use any toys you have for yourself on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease you in a mean way! He might rile you up a little but he would never leave you hanging. He always finishes what he starts.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He groans here and there but other than that, he’s not all that vocal.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has definitely bottomed for you before. Maybe it wasn’t intentional and you guys didn’t talk about it beforehand but, he definitely slid into a bottom position and let you do whatever you wanted to him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s bigger than average. Probably ~8 inches. He’s circumcised and has a little bit of pubic hair at the base.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like on the spectrum of yearning, he’d fall right in the middle. He’s not so high that he would take you in whatever location you’re in, but it’s high enough that he would drive home just to fuck you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep until you’re all taken care of. He’ll place you back in bed and clean himself up. He’ll climb under the covers and hold you close to him as you both fall asleep together.

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lovincherries · 2 years

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this was just an idea but could u write something where the reader is working on elvis with austin like shes an actress maybe playing priscilla and shes watching a scene being filmed with austin and it makes her feel things and she goes to her trailer and touches herself and then austin catches her doing it and they confess their feelings for eachother and then rough smut or something not sure this was just a fucked idea i had and i LOVED just the tip so i think you could write this really well

Now or Never

a/n: oh my gosh yes, i left tumblr on accident and it completely deleted what I had written originally ugh. I changed the request around a little bit but not much. idk if i’ve just exhausted myself here recently or what, but im just not feeling this one as much as Just the Tip

warnings: backshots (my personal fav teehee) smut, just general nastiness. unprotected sex.

Playing in the new Elvis movie was intimidating enough. Playing Priscilla Presley? 10x more intimidating. Playing your celebrity crushes wife and having to lay in bed with him while the whole film crew watched? Well, that was just the cherry on top of the intimidatingly tall cake. You’ve had a crush on Austin Butler since 2013, you were just 13 then and you were convinced you were going to marry the man who was 8 years your senior. Well, you weren’t technically wrong.

You fell in love with acting as a teenager, working day in and day out to get roles. You had mainly worked in underground movies and small roles in big tv shows. Your manager had helped you land this absolutely massive role, a dream come true to play the iconic Priscilla Presley.

Today you were filming the scene where you were in a bedroom with Elvis, and he kissed you for the first time. Your nerves got in the way of your performance, forcing the entire film crew to shoot the scene multiple times. It frustrated you to no end that you couldn’t get the scene down, your voice was too shaky, you weren’t confident enough one take, you were too quiet the next. And then there was Austin, he was just perfect for role. Acting in each scene better than the last; however, he never once let out any sign of frustration.

“C’mon, Y/N. You’ve got to get the scene down by the end of the day. Everyone take 5 and then we’ll come back,” your director directly stated. You could feel the embarrassment in the back of your throat, God this was so humiliating. You just nodded your head.

“Ugh, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s like there’s a mental block or something,” you mumbled as you and Austin walked away.

“I think you just need to let go of you, you’re holding too much onto yourself to become the character,” he stated calmly. That was easy for him to say, he transformed into Elvis for the role. You just shrugged your shoulders; you knew he was right. You knew he knew better than you about acting. You were both sitting in the dressing room, completely alone.

“Here, lets practice for a moment. Without the cameras, it could help with your nerves,” he suggested. He wanted to kiss you without being forced to? Of course, you were going to say yes, that would be a total no brainer.

“Yes!” You answered too quickly, “I mean yeah, yes,” you tried to smoothly recover.

He just smirked and you guys went over your lines, and it went amazing. The chemistry was perfect now, transcending into your lines and how Priscilla was. Then, you had to kiss. It was perfect, it felt like you two were actually kissing because you wanted to, not because you had to. His lips were soft, yet firm. The kiss was sweet and innocent. He pulled away first with a smile on his face, his beautiful blue eyes staring into yours. It was intense, it held emotion, it was exactly what you needed.

“That was exactly what we needed,” he stated, reading your mind, hands cupping your face still. You were mesmerized by him, feeling like that 13-year-old girl again. He knew, he had to know that you totally had a thing for him. He wasn’t shy about it, flirting with you relentlessly, but you seemed to never pick up on it. You took it as him just being friendly.

“Everybody, back to shooting!” Your director yelled, pulling both of you from your trance.

************

The scene went spectacular, it was probably the best acting you had done in your entire life.

“Perfect Y/N, whatever you did keep doing it. That’s it for today,” the director smiled at you for the first time since you had started filming the movie. You tried to find Austin before you left for your trailer and thank him, but he was nowhere to be found.

You shut your door and laid down for a moment, the scene from today had a heat pooling in your underwear. Being in such close proximity to Austin had that effect on you but this is the first time you ever wanted to do something about it. You were in the back bedroom of your trailer, most of the staff had gone home for the day so you had no worries of anyone walking in on you. And even if they did, you were sure you would hear them in time.

You pulled your panties to the side, your finger lightly trailing over your exposed folds. You grasped your boob with your other hand, your fingers playing with your nipples. Your fingers circled your clit, causing your hips to buck. You were extremely sensitive down there because you hadn’t gotten any in over a year.

Your other hand went down in between your folds, inserting one finger into your tight walls. You imagined it was Austin instead of you, wishing he was here to pleasure you like this. Your started to move into your own touch, moaning uncontrollably. You wished that it was Austin’s fingers doing this to you instead of your own.

“Austin,” you breathed out. Eyes tightly closed, hips still bucking in pleasure.

“Yes darling,” he said deeply, in that southern drawl. Your eyes shot open and you immediately stopped what you were doing.

He was standing in your doorway, leaning on it, arms crossed over his chest, that God Damn smirk on his face.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you quickly apologized, “I- I don’t know what I was doing, just please forget that ever even happened,” you rushed out. You could’ve died from embarrassment then and there.

“It’s okay,” he said as he sat on the edge of your bed, you let out a sigh of relief, “but I think you gotta give me something after that little show,” he said darkly, his pupils dilated. This was so completely different than you had ever seen him before.

“I- I don’t understand,” your brain wouldn’t let you process it, you couldn’t process it.

“What I’m saying is,” he leaned over to you, whispering in your ear, “I wanna fuck you.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you tried to reason, “I’m not really that type of girl.” And it was true, you weren’t that type of girl. You had real feelings for Austin, you couldn’t just let him fuck you and then pretend like nothing ever happened.

“I’m not that kind of guy,” he responded, and you knew what he meant. It went without saying that he felt the same way about you. “Now, are we gonna talk about it all day or are you gonna let me do something about your little situation?” He gestured to your private parts and a red blush heated up your entire face. You were embarrassed that he walked in on you like that, in such a vulnerable situation.

“Are you gonna talk about doing something all day or are you gonna fuck me?” You retorted, proud that you had a comeback for his snarky comment. He kissed you then, didn’t even bother responding to your comment. It was much more intense and less innocent than the one from today, evoking a brand new fire in your loins.

He guided your hand, in the midst of the kiss, to feel how hard he was and you gasped into his mouth, pulling away. He was massive. He pulled you back in, much harsher this time. His hand travelled down the nape of your neck, past your breasts, down to the skirt you were wearing from the scene today. He rubbed on your clit over your underwear, pulling away from the kiss.

“So wet for me already,” he stated, rubbing harder and harder on your clit. You were releasing moans uncontrollably. He just watched with a smug look on his face. “Can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy, ruin you for any man that even tries to look as you.”

You pulled his hand away. It was too much, and you felt empty. “Are you gonna fuck me or just talk about it?” You asked, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

“You’re gonna feel me for weeks once I’m down with you,” he whispered in your ear, lifting your shirt over your head. Unclasping your bra in mere seconds it seemed. You fumbled with his belt before he just tore it off himself, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. You were both in a hurry, he was just left in his boxers and you in your skirt and underwear.

As you attempted to take off your skirt, he stopped you. “Leave it, wanna fuck you with it on,” he stated as he pulled his boxers down. He was just as huge, if not more than you thought he was. His length was impeccable and his girth followed suite, you had no idea how it was gonna fit inside you. He flipped you over so you were on all fours, lifting you skirt to reveal your panty clad ass.

“Wait!” You stopped him as he was pulling your panties to the side. “What?” He panicked, he had no idea what could’ve possibly made you stop. Maybe you didn’t want to do this anymore?

“Condom?” You questioned, you knew you were clean and on the pill but you didn’t want him to do anything he regretted.

All he said was a firm, “no.” As he said this, his tip kissed your entrance, just barely in you. He stayed like this for entirely too lunch, “it’s now or never, Austin,” you said exasperated. You wanted him, needed him to be inside of you.

With that, he slammed inside of you, jolting you off your hands. Your face was now pressed into the mattress as he relentlessly pounded into you, “you get what you ask for darling.” And by God you did, it was the biggest stretch your poor hole had ever known. It drove you crazy.

“Look so pretty like this, me fucking into you,” he said slapping your ass, he reached his other hand below you and played with your clit. It was the most pleasurable feeling you had ever felt, never been fucked like this by anyone before.

“G-god, Austin, can’t even breathe,” he was knocking the life out of you, his balls slapping your thighs. Your hips were bucking back into him, fucking him just as much as he was fucking you.

“Wanted to see you like this ever since you strolled onto set. You were wearing some shorts that left nothing to the imagination,” he grunted into your ear as he fucked into you. You were at a loss for words, a moan and breathy sighs were the only sounds you could make.

He pulled you by the hair, so your back was now pressed into his chest. His hands trailed to your front, grasping at your breasts to keep you up. His mouth leaving breathy kisses all the way up your neck. He was still pounding into you relentlessly, leaving you breathless.

Using one of his hands, he forced your head to the side so he could kiss you. It was a nasty kiss, the one where your teeth meet, messy, but hot.

You broke away from the kiss in order to get a breath, “A-Austin,” you moaned out his name. You could no longer keep yourself up at all, falling back down onto the bed, head in the sheets, and ass up in the air.

The pleasure in your stomach was building slowly, but surely. It was like pure heroin running through your veins. You could never, ever get enough of this no matter how hard you tried.

One of his hands went back to your clit, rubbing it harshly as he propelled into you. You were about to release, and he knew it, you couldn’t continue on much longer like this.

“ya’ like it sweetheart? Hmm, being fucked like a whore,” he grunted as his thrusts came at a faster and a harder pace, you knew he was getting close too.

“Mhmmm,” was all you could hum in response, sweat was dripping onto your back from his face. Your skirt now completely at your waist.

“Finish for me,” he said in that southern twang that he got from the movie and you came completely undone, not even able to keep your hips up any more.

It felt like pure ecstasy, an out of body experience truly. You felt him release in you, hips stuttering as he came. He stayed like that for a few minutes, almost as if he was stuck inside of you.

“Good for me, darling, so good for me,” he breathed out, stroking your hair. He slowly pulled out, put your walls were clamped down on him. “Don’t wanna let me go, huh?” He joked. You were exhausted after that, not knowing what was going to happen next. Your body laid limp on the bed, him laying next to you now.

“So pretty, darling,” he brushed your hair out of your face. You swore you fell in love then and there in that moment.

“I like you a lot Butler, like more than I should,” you sighed, sleepily falling into his touch. Your eyes betrayed you, closing before you could hear his response.

“Well, I love you L/N, way more than I should,” he whispered into your ear, soon falling asleep to your light snores as well.

a/n: once again, not proofread. I’m trying to get them out fast and I get too excited to re-read them.

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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What about reader who's the on the costuming team for Elvis, and is put in charge of making and tailoring Austin's costumes. As time goes on Austin low-key starts sexting her in the outfits, starting with something like "am I wearing this right?" and needing to be shown how to tie a crop top in the baby blue outfit to "it's feeling a little tight in certain areas and I think i desperately need a tailor ;)" in one of the Vegas Jumpsuits.

clothes make the man

summary: austin butler is an asshole. austin butler is attractive. you wish both of these things were not true together. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: asshole! austin butler x female reader word count: 4193 i don't know what came over me i thought this was 2k before the oral but apparently not! warnings: austin is an asshole. austin being a bit of a manslut. austin calling the reader a slut. generally speaking there's a bit of derogatory language. talk about p in v sex ( unprotected ). talk about creampies. inappropriate use of costumes. brief austin x olivia mention. brief mention of vanessa. slightly unwanted in the beginning sexual advances before there's a 180 about them. oral ( m receiving ). talk about cum eating. fade to black p in v sex ( unprotected ). swallowing. i think that's everything. author’s note: so first off anon, thank you for this prompt! i had actually considered telling you that i couldn't do it because it's a tricky one to do without erring a little too much in sort of an unwanted sexual advances way ( at least for me ) but i think i managed to strike a healthy enough balance. shout out to @blurredcolour, my lovely graceland queens and @eliseinmemphis for being cheerleaders. but especially elise for screaming HOW IN THE FUCK ARE YOU SO GOOD AT ASSHOLE AUSTIN. to which i say, i do not even remotely know because i'll remind everyone i pretty much write him as a damn puppy of a man. hell that's one of my tags for him. though this was toned down from attempt number one. that one had boot licking in the notes. apologies if this isn't your cup of tea but i do hope you enjoy it anon!

There is something uniquely attractive about Austin Butler, something that makes you forget that you really shouldn't get involved with him. You've noticed this from the girls he flirts with, the extras he flirts with and takes to his dressing room like he actually was Elvis Presley in his prime hoe days. You've noticed this in the way he managed to charm the actress playing Priscilla- Olivia- into sleeping with him at least once or twice. You've noticed this in the way that despite knowing you need to keep thing professional and that you've seen him be a complete and utter ass to the girls who don't suit his needs any more- that he's finished with- you still flirt with him. It's easy enough, you have to be up close and personal with the man, making sure Catherine's designs fit him correctly and that he hasn't put on weight or lost too much. You know the exact level of tightness that needs to exist to make these costumes feel as if they're on Elvis Presley, not on Austin playing Elvis Presley.

"If you wanted to be this close to me you didn't have pretend my arm's gotten longer." Austin says midway through you sliding his arm through a leather jacket. "It fit yesterday, you just wanna feel up my muscles."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You feel your lips purse even as you feel your body getting warmer at the insinuation. "I'm just doing my job."

"Your job is feeling me up and staring at me. Yeah, you do a great job at that." He nods, looking down at you where you're pulling down the front of the jacket, testing to see if it needs to be let out a little for a different drape of the fabric. "Careful, get much lower and-"

You roll your eyes and move to stand up. "I don't feel you up or stare at you any more than I did with Kelvin or Alton or Kodi or Oliv-"

"Little Livvy! Oh- I didn't even realize you swung that way, I'm sure she'd love to have a-" You pull yourself back up to a standing position and place your finger on his lip as if to shush him.

"Don't even say the next words, Mr. Butler. I'm not trying to hit on you." Not- technically- or at least not in these circumstances. It's not as if you wouldn't do it if given the opportunity. But that's not necessarily something you feel like he deserves to know when he's being this much of a pain in your ass.

His eyes focus in on your finger on his lips looking cross eyed as he does before he raises an eyebrow and nips at your finger with the biggest smirk you've ever seen. Your first instinct is to pull away and hold your hand because for a nip his teeth are surprisingly painful. You stop yourself though, and instead just roll your eyes.

"I know that probably works on every other girl, but unlike some people, I'm a little more professional. Try again." Your eyes run from his shoulders to the bottom of his pants, taking note that the hem is a little too high in the leg and making a note in it in the back of your mind to fix it once he's out of the clothes. "Strip, Mr. Butler."

In a second you realize that was the wrong word to say when you hear Austin chuckling and you just sigh as he pulls off his pants and jacket and tosses them at you. "You want me completely-"

"I want you to get your street clothes on and leave, Mr. Butler." Cutting off whatever words he planned on saying and shooting a glare at him. "I don't have time for this."

"I'm the star of the movie, playing the Elvis Presley, I think everyone would forgive you for taking a little extra time with me." He watches as you stand up, grabbing some needles to mark where you need to adjust things. It's easy enough to pull on his clothes and walk up behind you as you're too focused on your work to notice him until you feel his warm breath against your ear. "You need my measurements to be exact. What better way than feeling them firsthand? Feeling how they rest in your hand. In your mouth, in your-"

You can't help the way your body shudders involuntarily at the warmth of his breath and the way his lean body is pressed against your and you swear you can feel Austin's delight at your reaction despite not hearing a bit of laughter. He probably has that stupid little smirk he perpetually wears around the set, acting as if he's God's gift to acting. It always makes you wonder if he's always been like that or if exposure to Ms. Mad About Covid Ruining Coachella is what made him this way. Or maybe it was just him taking on the role of a man who might have been a good man but was also supposedly the cockiest womanizing bastard on the planet.

"Mr. Austin Robert Butler. I'm finished with you today. Go run your lines or do movement stuff with Polly. I'm-" A shaky breath leaves your mouth. "I don't need any extra time with you today."

Sure enough when you look up from the pants and into the mirror you see a smirk on Austin's face and see him tilting his head just sow almost like he's studying you before he pulls out a sheet of paper from his jean pocket and moves to set it down on the pants, making sure his arm brushes against yours. "Here's my number if you need it later tonight, then. Because I'd hate for you to get in trouble with Catherine over something going wrong with the costumes."

"I'm throwing this away." Your voice is smaller than you mean it to be but trusting yourself to say the statement loudly feels like something impossible in this moment. It feels like if you do try and get any louder he'll call you on your bluff, tell you that you won't be throwing it away because you want to talk to him, want to hear him tell you all about how he figures you want to have him bend you over this vanity and fuck you. That won't do though, so you try and stay quiet as can be. "As soon as you leave."

He tries to meet your eyes again in the mirror before shrugging. "Your job, not mine." Your job at stake is what you swear he means and it has your eyebrows furrowing before he breathes one final sentence in your ear. "Relax. Wouldn't dream of getting you fired."

He leaves as if he didn't drop a bomb on you that you hadn't been thinking about, that he didn't tease the idea that maybe he'd try and get you fired. He- he might be an asshole but that was coercion in a way that even the biggest of assholes wouldn't do, let alone someone you could swear had to have something going for him. Still, you can't help the way you lean over the pants and stare at the number he left, frowning just slightly as you do. You should throw it away- you should and yet you don't.

You don't and instead you text him that night and the night after and the night after until you develop what has got to be the strangest professional and personal rapport you think you've ever had with someone. You have the night off, it's before a shoot that you know is going to run him, Catherine and yourself ragged but Baz understands that despite the deadlines you all have to meet that a rest day is in order. Usually when Austin has one of these days off he's silent, too busy- you figure- fucking some other woman and you try and not let the jealousy twist in your gut at the idea. However, tonight is different and for reasons you don't pretend to understand you are interrupted from your binge watching session of a show to a notification from Austin asking you what you're wearing. There's a heat that swirls in your lower half, drifting from your stomach down to between your legs and it takes you a minute to answer. A part of you wants to say something cute and sexy but you know he's just asking this to mess with you- to mess with you and mock you for dressing up when you're not with anyone. So you tell him the simple truth of a ratty t-shirt, you don't clarify on the state of your underwear, figuring he'll fill in whatever blank he wants. After about a minute there's a simple text of pic?

Austin Butler is not trying to sext you, you are hallucinating this, a consequence of too much wine and not getting laid since that one lighting guy like a month ago. You don't respond for five minutes only to get another text from him, "wanna see." Wanna see what? You? The ugly t-shirt you have on? You take another minute before you take your best selfie showing off how threadbare the shirt is and making sure your lower half is covered by a blanket. His next response that follows is a voice memo that you shouldn't listen to but you do.

"That's practically see through. I can see your nipples poking through it. You cold, Y/N? Or wanting to tease me?" His breath is shaky in a way you only identify with someone playing with themselves and you can't help the way your hand starts to move down your torso and in between your legs. "You don't have any panties on. Fuckin' slut, know I'm gonna text you and knew you had to take a pic and you don't put fuckin' panties on. You hear me, babe? Fuck, should get you to come over here, tell Catherine I need to fix a costume for tomorrow, bend you over my bathroom counter and fuck you. Make you go back to your apartment with my come dripping down your legs. Bet ya got your hands in between your legs. Wish it was me helping you. Fucking you through this."

The words he says start to be drowned out by the rush of your heartbeat before you realize the recording has stopped and that you've got five more messages from him, each talking about how his hand isn't a match for how tight your pussy is even if you fucked the lighting guy, it's been long enough. How his spit isn't anything like how your saliva would be around his cock and how he's made a mess of his pants and torso and how you should be in bed with him to lick it off to clean him up like you make sure those boots of his are clean for the costumes.

You come harder than you have in years and don't respond. He doesn't say anything that next day and yet you can't help the way your eyes avert themselves from his when he catches your gaze. It goes back to normal, you think, with your rapport edging toward fond on your end maybe fond on his or at least as fond as he gets with anyone. True mystery of the ages, do assholes actually treat anyone fondly or is everyone just a means to an ends with them? You've yet to solve that specific mystery when it comes to Austin even if you think you may be inching closer.

That is until he texts you while you are sick. It's not COVID but as a precaution you stay home only to get a picture of him in Elvis's robe circa 72 or 73, half open revealing his underwear and his cock just there- it's not erect but you see the length of it soft and the girth of it soft and hold back a whine even with your runny nose. His text with it is a simple "am I wearing this right" like he doesn't know all he has to do is shut the damn thing for the scene or that he doesn't know how much seeing him like this feels like a cruel tease.

It takes you a good five minutes- or maybe ten, the runny nose is making your brain fog something fierce, before you manage a response.

"Tie it up. Loosely. You have it too loose, AB." AB because Mr. Butler feels too formal but Austin feels too intimate and you're trying to not think about how you wish you were there, how you wish you could see his cock stand to attention in that outfit. You take a sip of your water as you hear the ding of your phone telling you that you have another message, this time with Austin having it tied up correctly but somehow his underwear has shifted down just enough for you to see the hair on his pubic area and you have to shut your eyes for a moment. He doesn't say anything else but you at least give him a thumbs up in response followed by a plea for him to pull up his underwear. You don't hear any complaints the next day when you come in though the second Austin sees you he's decided that despite you still being a bit under the weather he needs to crowd behind you reminiscent of that time with the pants.

"Didn't realize you were looking so low, babe. Sure you don't want to have fun? See what it feels like against that skin of yours?" His arm slithers around your waist for a moment before lifting up your shirt and playing with your the skin of your stomach. "Might even clean up whatever mess I make on you while you clean up the mess on me. If you're good." If your knees buckle a little you don't notice as he grips your waist a little tighter. "Oh, there she is, all I gotta do is tell you're a good girl to make you admit you want me? But you gotta earn me saying that. Have to stop being so frigid, baby."

"I'm not-" You shake your head. "Let go, Austin. I have work I need to do and you've- I'm still sick. So get out of this room."

He opens his mouth to say something before pursing his lips and giving your waist another squeeze before pulling away and sneering as he waves. "Just so you don't get me sick with whatever one of the guys you fucked gave you. Bye, Y/N."

Later on your mind wonders how he knows you fucked someone else on the crew and you choose not to dwell on it just this once. In fact, you choose not to dwell on how Austin seems to be keeping his distance physically even if he keeps practically sexting you images of him in costumes as you recover until the day he's in the blue suit and Baz has put you in charge of taking pictures. Except Austin can't seem to tie his blue suit correctly and you find yourself on your knees batting his hands away so that you can get the proper angle you can't manage standing up. Your eyes stay focused on the knot your forming with the suit even as you swear you feel Austin's breath quickening as your hands touch his torso. "Calm down, Austin. It's not-"

"You know you can do more than tie the shirt and the suit. While you're down there." His voice is no more than a whisper as you see him take slow deliberate breaths. It almost sounds like a command and you feel your mouth water as your eyes flick down to see his cock starting to press against the pants. This is professional, your relationship with him is supposed to be professional and you're not- you're not going to be like half the crew who have fallen into his arms. His stupid asshole arms where he fucks a girl and leaves her and acts like he didn't lead them on with maybe promises of more. "Know you want to taste it. Been thinking of your mouth on it-"

You quickly stand up and shut your eyes shaking your head as you back away, your tying job complete. Getting out of this room should be your first priority but Austin won't force you into anything if you tell him no, you don't think. And you have a job to finish, you have to take the pictures of him in the outfit so Baz can see. It's easy enough, you don't even need to be near Austin to shoot the photos. "Don't- Just. I'm going to do my job, Mr. Butler." Mr. Butler, not Austin because that's why he's trying to pull this, he thinks he can, he thinks he's wormed his way into your head.

He has but that's not the point. He has but you are not going to fall into his stupid arms because you might actually like him and he's a movie star and you don't have time for this. You meet Austin's eyes and he rolls his before striking a pose in front of the mirror. If you didn't know any better you'd think he was showing off, trying to impress you with how he looked, but he wouldn't be doing that, not for you, not just to get into your pants. The whole ordeal is over faster than you think it is and if you run off as soon as Austin hands you the outfit on the hanger, well, that's between you, God, and Catherine and Baz.

He ignores you when you text him for the next week. He ignores you as you do his fittings. He ignores you when you try and talk to him in between scenes and you find yourself feeling anxious over it. You may think he's an asshole and he may be one but you were also getting very used to having him around and in your life. It's probably why while annoyed after a long day on set you leave him a voicemail message cursing him out and asking why he's so angry about you not sucking his cock among other choice words before you get a simple text back.

He's wearing the black butterfly/black pyramid jumpsuit. You know this because you specifically double checked the measurements to make sure they fit him. The pic he sends reminds you that you didn't anticipate his cock being hard in them.

"Was just with Catherine before you sent that. Wasn't tight before but now it's feeling a little too tight. I'm in desperate need of a tailor or I think I might split the pants. :)"

The speed that you use to get yourself back on set is one you doubt you will ever manage again. By now you unfortunately know where Austin's trailer is and pray to god it's unlocked as you march yourself to it and swing the door open only to find Austin with the jumpsuit half unzipped waiting for you.

"My favorite little tailor. Come to fix my problem?" He asks a smirk so firmly on his face that you want to slap it off of him but you'll settle for just having it be replaced by his mouth opened in pleasure. You snarl some word at him before finishing unzipping the jumpsuit and having his cock smack you in the face, smearing precum on your cheek. "Didn't bother with underwear, oops."

If looks could kill the one you give him through your eyelashes as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock would have murdered him. As it is though, all it does is earn a laugh out of him as he moves to grab the back of your head, guiding your mouth to his cock. "That's it. Fix the problem you made. Getting so angry with me like the frigid little bitch you've been. Could have been doing this for months. Could have-" His words are cut off as you take the tip of him in your mouth and he groans low, his hips struggling to not immediately buck. He doesn't trust that you can handle him that quickly and he's not about to have you do something gross on his cock. "Were you practicing on the lighting boys? Practicing on everyone else? Wanted to give me the best blow job? Give me what I earned for putting up with you doing this back and forth?"

All you want Austin to do is shut up and somehow he's not. Somehow he's maintaining enough brain power to spew insults at you that are landing far more harshly than you're willing to admit. Your hand moves to play with his balls as your tongue works the tip of his cock and that vein on the underside that has him cursing your name as he finally lets his hips buck into your mouth. You sputter a little, not necessarily prepared for the sudden force of his cock hitting your palette or the back of your throat, you don't know which if you're being entirely honest. All you know is there's a few tears forming in your eyes and your nose is running but you have a job to do that you refuse to fail at. It takes a moment for your throat to relax as you inch your way up his cock until your nose is nuzzling at that patch of hair you saw in the robe and you allow yourself a moment to just inhale his unique scent of sweat and soap. You feel his hand tighten against your head and do it once more as he tries to pull you off his cock, trying to gain an upper hand again only for you to grip his thigh and allow your teeth to graze his cock.

Austin does what can only be described as a growl and a groan mixed together as he realizes he can't pull you off the way you have your teeth. Right now it's pleasurable but if he tries to pull you any more it won't be. Goddamn he underestimated you. Instead he just leans back, trying to focus on the way your tongue feels playing with the tip of his cock, how it feels having you hollow out your cheeks, how it feels to have your mouth enveloping him so tight and warm and god, he feels himself about to come the more he feels your hand play with his balls. If you were someone else, if you were someone else he might warn you but you won't let him pull you off and so maybe you deserve to have his cum slide down your throat, maybe he wants to see it drip out the side of your mouth because you can't swallow it all. He can paint your face later. He can paint your body with his cum later.

You feel the warmth of his cum unexpectedly even though you had felt him twitching in your mouth. A part of you wants to be offended, wants to yell at him for not warning you but you take this as a challenge, trying not to choke as you swallow because his hand isn't moving from the back of your head. You know what he wants, he wants to see you be a good little slut, a good little girl and swallow his cum. That's easy enough except it isn't as you choke a little and feel some leak out the sides of your mouth before he's finally spent and he finally lets go of the back of your head. In a moment you pull off of him and are about to lick the sides of your lips before he rubs it off onto his thumb and puts it on your lower lip, the implication of suck vividly clear. Your tongue darts out and licks his thumb clean before sucking just once and letting it go with a light pop.

Austin is still trying to catch his breath as you shift on your knees, trying to gain some friction to ease the ache you feel between them. You try to be subtle but when he looks up at you he notices and smiles like he's a villian in some new movie.

"You want help with that?" A simple question but a loaded one that has you staring at his mouth and staring at his cock that's starting to stir again before you answer with a shrug.

"If you think you still need help making sure the costume fits, Butler." Not Austin, not AB, not Mr. Butler, just Butler, something that feels uniquely correct for this situation and from the way he smirks, you think he agrees.

"I'd hate to ruin all of Catherine's work because someone's tailoring job sucked." He pats his lap. "Ride me, Y/N. We've got all night."

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The reporter

You’re a journalist in the 50s. You were fortunate enough to have known the king. However, you were not wise enough to not be swayed by his temptations.

Elvis Presley x Virgin! Reader smut.

Word count: 9k

Viewers beware you’re in for a scare with the: angst, language, explicit content, making out, groping, dirty talk, corruption kink, innocence kink, daddy kink, spanking, choking, unprotected sex, hickeys, talk of breeding kink, biting, dry humping, voyeur kink, fingering.

A/n: I’m not going to defend myself for writing this. It is written for Elvis but can be imagined with Austin’s! Also I made all of this up it’s fiction!

You’re walking into a venue. The venue was a high-end joint that had people bursting out from the seams. People of all different backgrounds. Kingpins to teens who snuck their way in. Elvis had really outdone himself with this one. The last time you had seen the showman was back in ‘54, at the Louisiana Hayride.

He was just a growing kid at that point, nineteen in a pink suit who was scared out of his mind. His huge aspirations overpowered his jitters. He just made the trembling a part of the show. In all honesty, he’s surprised that no one called him out. He was otherworldly and ‘hip.’

You were barely grown enough to attend, but your newspaper begged you to get an interview with the upcoming boy. It wasn’t easy sneaking back into his dressing room. If people asked you about your identity, you just walked like you didn’t hear. You admired the flashing lights and the labels. It was pure beauty.

You fixed yourself up in the rectangle bulbed mirror. Plastering a customer service smile on and waiting on the couch. You tap your feet to the show going on outside. It’s loud with the women screaming. Deafening with his singing. The last song plays, and you hear the shuffling of feet. Your heart thumps and blood rushes.

The man of the hour is ushered inside, people pat him on his back with huge smiles. He’s dripping sweat, makeup smeared and hair messy. You saw him perform in a jacket, but he is missing it. He puts the guitar in its holder. He struts to his mirror fixing his hair with a wide-tooth comb. In the few seconds he walked in, he didn't notice you.

You hold your breath. You’ve met a few rising stars in your years. Heard of the stories of girls passing out from seeing them. You thought it was just exaggerations but as you stare at his back. It makes sense. A small waist with big shoulders. Those hips are the seventh wonder of the world. You nibble on your bottom lip in a daze. You can hear the talent playing on stage. His dark blues lock onto yours staring at his backside in the reflection. Eyes narrowing.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

A low rumble in his chest. His voice is guttural. Fried from giving his all. He shakes his head as he grins wide. Perfect white teeth glaring. He turns around leaning back onto the vanity with his gigantic hands. Your heart thrums and the fireworks in your stomach burst. You feel you’re set on fire by the way you’re sweating. You wave your notebook to fan your face.

“George said he’d do it, but I didn’t think he would.”

He scratches the back of his neck. You’re confused by who George is and what he did. But when you go to talk, you can’t speak. He does it for you.

“Surprised he got such a pretty little thing.”

Your cheeks go red and you bow your head. You’re embarrassed to be called pretty by someone so handsome. You play with the hem of your dress.

“Thank you, sir.”

That does something to Elvis. That sir from your mouth. His Ma's teachings are being put to shame. He’s not a gentleman. He’s a sinful man who needs to repent. He feels the devil on his shoulder, the one from those cartoons on Saturday he used to watch.

“Mhm.”

He mumbles.

“I like the reporter outfit.”

He takes one of his indexes and circles it around where you’re sitting.

“It’s cute.”

He says cute the way you tell a child. He means it to be demeaning. You’re offended that your hard work to achieve this level of Journalism is taken into a joke. You smooth out the skirt of your dress and sit straight.

“I mean no disrespect, Mr. Presley. But I think that there’s been a misunderstanding.”

He nods, squinting his eyes.

“Sure, Mrs. Reporter. How’d you get back here?”

He gestures to the surrounding space, then plants the hand on his hip. You bite your tongue knowing if you answer you’re screwed. You take a deep breath in.

“I’m with the Wall Street Journal. We’re looking for new and upcoming talent that deserves recognition.”

You lied. You were a rat and a snake. The newspaper company you were with was growing fast. He didn’t need to know that. He nods and takes his bottom lip between his index and thumb.

“Mhm.”

He nods. Jaw clenching.

“Ask me some of those Yankee questions.”

He leaves the vanity. Taking a few long steps to stand in front of you. You look up at him. He’s so tall and big and dominant. Those deadly blues stare down at you. He takes your cheek into his palm. Warm and inviting. Slightly clammy but it adds to him. He tucks his fingers under your jaw, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. You’re absolutely absorbing his energy. You’re being fried from his touch. All that fight and that ‘man eater’ behavior has fled you. If you looked straight ahead, you could see the beautiful curve of his hidden cock becoming more prominent. You cross your legs tighter. He can see your pupils dilating. Cute.

“An’ after you’re going to strip for me.”

_______

After explaining to him that you were actually a real reporter. And that you needed to ask him those important questions, he budged. Still, he thought you were one of the escorts that George had hired. But the man loved foreplay so he bit. He was taken aback by how diligent and bright you are, along with how young. A dangerous thing. Elvis liked to feel alive, and he didn’t have crushes but he looked forward to seeing you at his next show.

That three-minute only slightly intimate interview changed both of your lives. Since then the rest between the both of you has been history. You and he had a business associate relationship. Just friends. You told yourself that every single time you went to see one of his shows.

He knew you were going to be here tonight. You always knew which shows were going to be breakthroughs. Although, he loved to see someone so refreshing. You made him feel alive, and had his heart pumping. The worst type of addiction. Elvis also seethed seeing you. He hated the aftermath of talking to you. The Colonel says any publicity is good publicity, but the judging stares as he walks down the street. Makes Elvis think otherwise. You’re a sight for sore eyes to him. A piece of home that follows him like a stray. It revives him and kills him wrapped in a pretty red kiss.

It’s ‘57, and he still remembers every time you’ve been there since ‘54. Always in the shadows pushed to the back or balcony and working your way to him. It’s romantic and a tragedy.

It’s like a square filled with a few thousand people, some crammed into tight spaces. Others climbed onto the stage that Elvis wasn’t even on. The curtains were drawn closed. His emblem was on the satin.

Somewhere a countdown begins among the people, and that’s your cue to swim through the sea to the back. You clutched your notebook and pen. Your black swing dress only was held by straps tied around your neck. The skirt swayed as you walked. Your heels stuck to the dirty tile. Curls bobbing with each step. You’re a seductress. You muttered apologies as you shifted your way past people. It’s dark and dimly lit. There’s a bar that hoards people. A balcony that’s stuffed. A floor that is making the entire building breathe in anticipation.

You nibble on the inside of your lip, looking for a way into the back. There are photographers lined up everywhere, bound to be a hundred reporters disguised. It’s going to be a show of strobing lights if not less. You feel proud of your work. To know that you have ties with the talent, makes your life less miserable.

You shuffle quicker, as the count nears three. All you can do is barricade yourself against the front and center of the stage and whisper. Shit.

To say that Elvis was loud and amped was a joke. The twenty-one-year-old almost literally broke his knees while performing. He fell to them, glitter dripping off him. He grips the metal mic in his jewelry-clad hand. Black hair slicked back and gleamed with pomade. A few hairs stray out to touch his forehead, slipping out of the pushed-back mop. He’s soaked in sweat. He finally finds you in the sea of people and smirks. His top lip arching, taunting you. He watches you shiver.

“It’s gold.”

The girl beside you says, amazed. She was in an utter stupor. She wasn’t yelling or having a psychotic break. She was wide-eyed and her mouth slack open as she gawked.

The suit was in fact sparkly and yellow. Every time he turned, he looked like a disco ball. He crawls to a woman, youthful and face painted not a hair out of place. He reaches out and so does she. The electricity crackles, extending to her finger. A touch from the king is petrifying. Time is frozen still as he reaches back in slow motion. He leaves the girl in a dissolved puddle in front of the stage.

Hound dog turns into a possession of a spirit in desperate need of an exorcism. He shakes and cries out while looking like an Angel. He pants as he walks to the middle of the stage. With a shaky smile, he regained his breath. He quiets the crowd and they hush after a few moments.

“Now I don’t know much about anythin’”

Thick Southern drawl poisoning his words with incoherence.

“But I do know one thing.”

He grows closer to the mic, his voice dropping to a small growl.

“Seems like you folks can’t get a ‘nuff of me.”

He smiles lopsidedly. His nose scrunching and the audience roaring under his amusement.

“Ain’t that right?”

It’s complete and utter chaos. You’re dizzy and stunned. Flashing lights and other flourishing things arise. He’s working the crowd, making them fall even more in love with him. You shake your head, ridding the spell. There is a mission and business that you have to tend to. You weave yourself to a door that’s below a neon sign blaring ‘VIP’ perfect.

You pin it to be a lounge of some sort. You guide (push) a few people out of your line of stride. Moving with the mayhem that a single man controls. You look over your shoulder to sneak a peek at the disco ball. The stage is absolutely full of things that people have thrown at him. Articles of clothing, along with other intimates. He catches some things tossed, like flowers. Other such things he makes a mental note to simply not.

Feeling your hips squeezed and groped made you snap back to reality. It plays to your advantage because the people just push you farther to your destination. Your hand grazes the handle and just like Elvis teasing the girl. You’re ripped away from your hopes. The audience breathes and you’re being pushed back into the hoard. They breathe again and you unstuck yourself from the amoeba.

You open the door and quickly whisk yourself inside. The room is a lot bigger than the first dressing room you snuck in. A huge lavish couch sitting next to the wall is plush. The vanity is the largest section in the room. The expensive rectangular mirror had fluorescent bulbs lined up on the sides. It’s blinding. A minibar is in a corner. Someone could live here if they wanted. An electronic box sat on a round coffee table in the middle of everything.

You go to sit on the most oversized couch in the world. It’s cotton. And you’re being eaten alive into the sinkhole that is the cushion. You sigh, closing your eyes. Soft as a bed. You could fall asleep and never wake up. As you open your eyes you think you’re dreaming. The wall that looked like brick from the outside is see-through. Like those interrogation rooms in jail. You’re floored at such magic. There is a clear view of the crowd and Elvis. You were behind a brick wall, but you can see through it. Your head throbbed in confusion. The world was advancing at such a rapid pace that you weren’t sure how you could keep up.

Hearing a few scattered voices, you look over to your left. The people behind the show are like mice. Running to pull ropes, handing instruments back and forth. They were getting things arranged like clockwork. Going through the minutes with precise ease.

The room you’re in smells like cigars and alcohol. Intoxicating with each breath. The ceiling is stained, your hunch was right. You feel like a mob boss. You dared to put your notebook and pen on the table. Leaning back and spreading your legs open wide as men do. The skirt of your dress hides the obscenity, and you smile.

The black and white static on the box’s screen, plays a live feed of what’s going on in front of the brick wall. He has the mic stand straight between his long legs. One hand on the mic, his lips brushing against silver. The other goes from being flat on his chest down to the metal stick. His extensive fingers stroke the thick cord. He’s teasing the stand with heavy petting. Agony spreads throughout you as he kisses a young broad. Maybe you should’ve just skipped work and gone to the show for fun. To kill this overlong tension and get it over with. Your thighs burn and your breathing turns heavy. You cross your soft legs to rub your thighs together.

After forty minutes came to pass. Elvis slowed into the last half of his performance. His hips are pressed firmly against the mic, he goes on about an appreciation speech and how they’re such a wonderful audience.

You were in such a stupor, that you hadn’t noticed a large man wobbling his way down two stairs to over where you sat.

“You.”

He snarls with a thick foreign accent lacing over his words. Your head whips up and you feel like you gave yourself whiplash. You’re seeing things. You thought he died years ago. The ghost of The Colonel is cutting daggers.

You and The Colonel had a funny relationship. You’d press his boy, free of charge for your little paper and during that exchange, he’d learned that you were grooming his talent. Grooming his boy by putting false promises into his head along with the lead of lust. His boy already had problems with his temptations. Elvis had a weak heart. Couldn’t say no to defend himself, hell, the boy couldn’t even manage himself. And you. You were a rat in his mansion and The Colonel didn’t like rats. So, he had to simply eliminate you from his empire.

“You’re a leach, little girl.”

He wobbles over to the side of the table. A good three feet away from you and the man is a raging bull. He puffs smoke as he breathes.

“Slithering into places you don’t belong.”

He stomps his cane punctuating his anger. Instilling it into your stubborn skull.

“Now I told you what would happen if you wedged your ugly little head into my presence.”

He steps a long way out. Grabbing your bicep and pulling you upwards. His breath resembles a toad.

“I’ll send you postcards of my boy's success to you in prison.”

This is when you start to panic. You understand that you’ve crossed boundaries, but now that you look at it. He could pin you as a stalker with ill intentions. You didn’t cry. You didn’t plea for forgiveness. You just stood there blurry-eyed and in the clouds. Body as rigid as a board, unmoving. You don’t cower under his gaze; you look at him with the same disgust.

“Do your worst.”

You spit at him with venom. He starts to tug you out of the room. His fingers tighten around your arm. He grows more aggressive as he nears the door. However, neither of you noticed that the show had ended. Was your little tussle really twenty minutes long? You’re not surprised, The Colonel loved his little tantrums. Elvis yells thank you and good night into the mic. You watch as the blood from The Colonel's face drains. Maybe he could fake a stroke and look like it’s just a big misunderstanding. Elvis’ voice booms along with telling his band how well they performed. They part ways and he rounds the turn. Your knight in shining armor with a guitar. He’s met with the scene of you being handled by his manager. His cheeks and neck burn red with embarrassment. He furrowed his eyebrows and his mood turned sour.

“The hell ya doin?”

He wasn’t mad, just upset at what he was witnessing. He watches your face look back and forth from him to the man who’s holding you captive. Little one is scared, and it makes his stomach churn. He’s had it with his so-called manager, but he remains calm and controlled.

“Let her go.”

The Colonel’s sausage fingers are deathly around your arm.

“But son she-“

The Colonel tries, but Elvis sets his guitar down and steps closer. He tilts his head to the side, seeing if The Colonel wants to test him. His liner and mascara smudged against his skin. He narrows those blue eyes. Raising one of his thick eyebrows. He clenches his jaw and his hands turn into fists at his side. Knuckles turning white.

“I’m not goin’ to ask ya again.”

One of the things you learned about Elvis is that he hated repeating himself. He became irritated when people questioned him. The biggest thing of all is that Elvis absolutely lost his mind when people wrote him off as a fool. The Colonel opens his meaty claw and frees your arm. He walks to the door, pausing like he wants to say something. He rids the thought and lets it go.

Elvis takes deep breaths trying to regain his composure. You look up at him, giving him a toothy grin. He notices that you painted your lips a dark ruby color. Batting those lashes with that makeup on. He’s happy you didn’t wear gloss, it always makes his lips sticky.

“I could press charges, you know.”

You declare while wiping off The Colonel from your arm and pointing a manicured finger to his face. Feisty as ever. Elvis takes back what he said out on the stage of not knowing anything. He did know something, and that it was you are trouble.

_______

A few arguments and promises later. Elvis finally got to walk you back to his hotel just you and him. No photographers and a few stray fans, but it was personal. He walks by your side on the long street. He gives you his jacket, as he takes you back to his hotel. You pat yourself on the back for missing your flight back home. You put up a fight about leaving your (blank) journal back at the venue, but he just promised to buy you another one. Envious of such disposable income. He feels like his jacket and buying you something nice will help him get over the guilt of The Colonel's behavior.

He looks down at you to see if you are okay. Your head was empty of thoughts, you were in outer space. Only thinking of Elvis, he just had that effect. Even off-stage, he was hypnotic. His shoulder brushes against yours. He walks by the street and you walk by the buildings. His jacket shines under streetlamps and neon signs. It’s quiet for most of the walk, it’s peaceful. He’s always loud and bouncing off the walls, but that was just Elvis the showman, not the man you started to know. You follow behind him like he had a leash on you. He appeared to know where he was staying so you walked with him.

“‘M sorry ‘bout The Colonel.”

He scratches the back of his neck, frowning a bit. He’s antsy and nervous.

“Don’ know why’d he do such a thing.”

He sighs. You don’t know why he’s apologizing for something he didn’t do. But you shrug.

“I’m sorry that you have to deal with him for a living.”

Elvis nods in acknowledgment. If he had known back then what he knows now, his life would pivot. For the better or the worst, he couldn’t decide. If he never played at Hayride, never met The Colonel. He could’ve loved freely, and did what he loved freely. He runs a hand through his full head of hair.

“‘M happy you showed even with what happened.”

He mumbles, but his voice has dropped an octave. Deep and gravelly. Send tingles down your spine. Your throat closes, and your heart is heavy. He’s happy to see you. Your insides twist.

“It’s always somethin’ with you.”

He stares dead ahead, watching cars fly. People swinging in and out of breweries. Friends hanging on each other. Lovers taking in each other. He hears your little scoff, and he smiles to himself. He’s so ornery. You cut him a deadly glance.

“Me?!”

You squeal in shock.

“Yes, you. Always makin’ my life hell.”

You scrunch your nose as he whips around in front of you. You go cross-eyed as he takes his index and presses it to the bulb of your nose. He smiles and grabs your hand after as if nothing happened. His hand is so warm and calloused from playing guitar all those years. He’s wrapping his fingers around yours and you’re dying. After going insane you chuckle.

“You’re wrong, I make it interesting.”

He shakes his head, smiling softly.

“If that’s what you want to call it. Sure, doll.”

Doll slips off his tongue with such ease that he doesn’t even realize the effect it has on you. He squeezes your hand and departs from you to open the door for you to enter. He walks behind you as you walk in.

The place is worn down most likely from the 20s that they “remolded.” You stand still enamored by the crystal chandelier that looks like rain. He moves your hips slightly to walk ahead of you. The feeling of his hands on you is riveting. You catch up to him. He’s talking to a receptionist, an old man with an array of keys behind him. Only a few are gone and you wonder if this place is for the rich or just unknown.

“Room number?”

The man doesn’t look up from his music magazine, where Elvis is plastered along with the older article that you wrote. It makes your heart race, seeing you and Elvis tied together. The old man holds his head up with his knuckles.

“Long night?”

Elvis asks earnestly. The old man peeks his head up with curiosity. The young man’s voice sounded awfully familiar. He looks up, and he’s remarked with a mood resembling winning the lottery. He points out like he’s seen a ghost.

“You’re the king!”

Elvis smiles bashfully, head bowing as he scratches the back of his neck.

“That I am, 210 please.”

The man scurries behind and takes the key. He opens a dusty log-in book and writes the date and asks for Elvis to write his name down. You feel a pang of jealousy because he doesn't ask you to. He pockets the key, and you bid the old man farewell with a small smile and Elvis takes your hand back in his. You’re happy that this became a normal thing for him. He walks you to the elevator and presses the room’s floor.

“You get that a lot don’t you?”

You ask, but you already know the answer.

“It seems to be happenin’ a lot more lately.”

He says absently; he doesn’t care that he’s noticed often. But it makes him sad that he can’t do normal things like he used to. His Ma calls every night (she called before the show) to check up on him. He’s getting more comfortable as the days pass. You’re his rock and every time he sees you it makes him remember where he’s from. He smiles. Looking down at you staring back up at him. He could kiss you right now.

“I’ve got a pint of ice cream up in my room. You can have it if you’d like.”

He says humbly, his Southern upbringing making him have hospitality. Your eyes gleam with brightness and you smile.

“Can we share it?”

Your little voice shrinks in and he nods. He thinks about the other things he can share with you. The doors chime open and he looks back and forth for his room number when he walks out with you. The carpet is shag, and the paper is falling.

You’d think he’d have a better hotel, but he probably opted for something quaint. You feel alone when he removes his hand from yours. He gets the key out of his pocket and unlocks the door. He opens it for you (again.) He watches your skirt dance when you walk. He bites his bottom lip. Wishing that his blood wasn’t rushing.

The room is luxurious and vast. The ceiling is..odd along the stretch of the ceiling is mirrors. You stare up in awe as you did in the lobby. Below you can see yourself. You watch him enter and lock the door again. He turns on the lights and the mirrors are even more dreamy. You see his suitcases open and his things thrown around. Fast food is open all around the place. It’s a pigsty and his Mother would lose her mind. The bed takes up most of the room, gold bed frame, and thick blankets. A couch was pushed to the center in front of the bed and positioned in front of the couch was a small television box. There are no windows, only mirrors and you’ve never felt so exposed. Elvis walks around you to turn on the small box. The chatter of Casablanca plays. He gives you a half smile.

“I can sleep on the couch if that makes you comfortable.”

He tugs the collar of his shirt open, unbuttoning the first few. Your throat closes up seeing his sternum. He tilts his head over to a small fridge.

“Ice cream is in there, sweetheart. I’m going to head to the bathroom to clean up, but make yourself at home.”

He gives your shoulder a squeeze of assurance and walks away to the left to a door to the bathroom. A few seconds later you hear the spray of the faucet turn on. You blush softly thinking of Elvis naked.

You grab the pint and a plastic spoon and you take off your heels and his jacket on the floor. You sit on his bed by the headboard. God, the pillows smell like him. It makes you insane. You kick your feet under you and eat the delicious treat. Watching Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman kiss and waltz. Another spoonful in and you hear a loud moan and your head whips around so fast your neck hurts. Spoon stuck in your mouth and tub sat in your lap. You narrow your eyes. You hear it again louder and more of a rumble. He isn’t. Is he? You burn from the inside out. The moans grow faster and louder and then it stops with a low growl. You can’t breathe.

The shower turns off and the wet slapping of feet is heard. His skin is damp as the door opens. The plastic spoon falls from your mouth. His skin is glistening. Broad shoulders hold a crimson robe, his emblem is on his right pec. The dip of the cut shows the unruly hair on his chest. His hair is drenched and soaking wet. He leans on his forearm, perching himself on the door frame. He gives you a wolfish grin.

“Starin’ is rude, sweetheart.”

He runs his hand flat over his chest, then points at you, circling his finger.

“Have to teach some manners.”

He laughs softly, walking to the edge of the bed and sitting on his side. Legs spread wide. It’s quiet, just the pounding of your heart is heard. He takes the spoon from your lap, digs a scoop, and takes it to his mouth. He makes you deranged; he has your DNA on his tongue and you’re going crazy by how good he smells. Patchouli and grapefruit. He pushes his elbow to yours and puts the spoon back in the tub. He leans over to you.

“What are we watchin’?”

“Casablanca.”

You whisper back, and he nods going back to sitting up straight. He leans back with his hands clasped in his lap.

“It’s an excellent picture.”

You agree with an ‘mhm’ and another scoop of ice cream. You practically kissed Elvis and your thighs feel damp. He stares at the side of your face, admiring you. Your lipstick is almost gone from your eating, but it makes his heart skip a beat. He places the pads of his fingers on your knee. Rubbing soothing circles on the bone.

“You look awfully purty tonight.”

You snicker and snort a laugh.

“Purty.”

You laugh harder as you mock him. He opens his mouth, faking shock.

“Knew you were a little minx.”

He kisses your shoulder.

“Ever since my first show.”

He kisses the same spot again. You shiver and put the spoon back into the pint and set it on the nightstand.

“You’re such a liar.”

His brows furrowed in confusion.

“You don’t even know my name.”

He huffs, putting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Of course, I know your name, it’s my sweet girl.”

You blush and cross your arms over your chest. He kisses your cheek. Soft delicate, plush lips bless your skin. He lays his chin on your shoulder.

“Don’t be like this, sweetheart.”

He sighs deeply into your ear. You ignore the thoughts of jumping his bones.

“What do you want me to do Elvis?”

He kisses your neck, slipping his large hand above your knee. His pinky ring dug into your skin.

“I want you to love me.”

You stiffen, breathing slowly.

“You’re capable of love?”

You whisper painfully.

“I’ve only heard of the heartbreak you cause.”

He moves away and stops touching you. He stays silent and watches the movie. You stare at the ceiling, willing yourself not to cry. This was so embarrassing for you to reject the king. Why did things have to be so complicated?

“You know I hate you sometimes. My job depends on you, it’s just business I remind myself but it’s hard to remember when you treat me like this.”

He deflated, not looking at your confession.

“You don’ get to hate me, sweetheart.”

He licks his lips.

“I don’ treat you anythin’ other than the people I love.”

You grow frustrated.

“You remember the first time we met?”

He mumbles an ‘mhm.’

“I asked you a few simple questions, and you told me to strip.”

You glare at him.

“Who does that!”

He runs a hand over his face.

“I thought George had hired you. I didn’t expect press on my first show.”

“Some friends you have.”

You sob quietly. He grabs your hand and ties his fingers between yours.

“You’re my friend.”

Your eyes are wet, you’re a millisecond away from crying. You’re sniffling, and your face is burning and your throat closes. You don’t know why you can’t allow yourself to be with him. Are you scared of him? Of being vulnerable? You don’t know and you react before you can think.

“I don’t want to be anything to you anymore.”

Elvis feels like he’s been shot. He nods accepting your choice. He removes himself from you. Walking away. He’s learned that to walk away was better than to stay on most occasions. He squats and digs through his cases for some clothes for you to sleep in. He finds a black long-sleeved dress shirt. He lays it by you.

“I can’t imagine a swing dress is comfortable to sleep in.”

He grabs his pillow and a spare blanket from a closet. He makes a bed on the couch and goes around to turn off the lights. He lies on the couch staring at the ceiling, watching you. You take his shirt and go to the bathroom.

“Thank you.”

You leave the door ajar. Watching to see if he’d leave. You watch him twist and turn trying to sleep and finally decide to shed the layers. You took off your pantyhose first. Then the puffy dress. You’re able to breathe from being freed. Your nipples peak up from the cold air, and panic races through you. The bra was knitted into the dress. You’re going to be naked above the waist, you breathe heavy. Surely, he won’t notice. You sigh. Cotton white panties are visible when you reach. The bottom of his shirt goes to your thigh, it’s baggy. You roll up the sleeves to your elbows. You button up the shirt leaving a couple at the top undone. Pivoting to the mirror you take one of the small towels and wash your face. Giving yourself a small pep talk before you walk out.

It’s pitch dark other than the television. You stump your toe on the banister and scream internally. Your grip on your dress tightens as you wobble back to your side of the bed. You leave the dress by his jacket and your heels. Bending over to place it on the ground. You lay with a huff flat on your back. Staring at the ceiling, admiring Elvis being passed out peacefully. You’re not surprised at how hard he went at his show.

You shuffle under the covers trying to sleep. But who are you kidding, how can you sleep when you can hear him snoring? You kick your leg up and lay on your stomach. Flipping to the other side, then lay on your side. Head running with ferocious thoughts of defiling the man. You give up, accepting your demise.

“Elvis?”

You whisper loudly. No answer, except a louder snore.

“Elvis?!”

You say hushed but louder. He stirs, doing a sit-up.

“Mhm?”

He grumbles while running his hands over his face.

“Can you sleep up here with me?”

He groans as he kicks his leg out and grabs his pillow. His hair is matted to one side, strands sticking up everywhere. He shuffles to his side with a yawn. The sash around his waist is more open. His stomach is in full view. Laying back down, he holds his arms straight out. He welcomes you into his embrace. You wiggle backward and accept his offer. He wraps his arms tight around you. Your back is to his front, and he shoves his face into your hair, breathing you in. You smell pure and like a woman, and his mouth is watering. His hands are spread out on your ribs. He kicks the blanket up over your hips.

“Prettiest girl I know.”

He murmurs into your neck; you play with his rings. He scoots his thigh up between yours, spreading you open.

“Have you ever thought of me?”

You ask it to yourself, more than anything. You can feel his lashes on your neck. His lips brushed over your covered shoulder.

“All the time.”

He mumbles groggily. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck. You smile, closing your eyes to focus on him.

“Saw you at the show.”

A kiss.

“I looked away and looked back and you were gone.”

Two kisses.

“Made me sad.”

You push your hips backward, he hissed, grabbing your sides tighter to keep you in place. He buries his forehead into your shoulder. His hand ducks below your belly button. His pinky taunts the waistband of your panties.

“Makes me wonder where you’ve gone.”

He plays with the elastic as he continues downward.

“Who you’re with.”

He nibbles your neck, making a dark bruise form. He’s a mosquito, a monster of the dark. You turn your head smiling at the ceiling.

“You’re finally admitting to being jealous?”

You poke fun at him. It’s nice to be the one in control. He’s always kissing those girls, getting the reaction he wants from you. It’s your turn now and he bites.

“Ain’t jealous, just worried.”

His voice drops lower. His fingers dipped past the elastic, warming the top of your mound.

“Worried about how bad you’re getting to be.”

His hand on your ribs goes to cup your breast through his shirt. Your nipple grinds into his palm as he squeezes.

“You and I both know that snatch of yours is trouble.”

His hand fully dips under the elastic. It’s boiling warm and the bite of his ring makes goosebumps on your skin. You grab onto his wrist with both hands.

“Elvis I-“

He groans into your neck, continuing to feel you up. The whine of his name has his cock swelling on the bottom of your back.

“What, little one?”

You debate about telling him, but then your fingers push into that wet cave of your cunt and you shake on his chest. He kisses your cheek when you push up. Your chest lifts into his hand. He moves his hand with such precision; it makes your head fill up with air. He mutters words of encouragement as he works you open.

“Knew you were good for me.”

He’s drunk with lust, his words slurring together. You’re pushing him away, and he’s pulling you right back. He’s plucking you like the strings of his guitar. His palm circles on your clit and you bite your tongue to stop your wails. He still hears the moans coming up through your throat. Feeble and weak angel whines. His pinky with his chunky ring lies on the crevice between your thigh and labia.

A finger turns into two and you feel stuffed. Long and wide fingers swirl in your walls, your stomach twists and the pressure builds. You can feel his length growing harder on your tailbone. He gyrates his hips against you, stifling his own arousal. You such in a breath at how big he feels. You keep stiff with fear. How is he going to fit in such a small space? His fingers keep you dazed.

“I’ll treat you good, honey.”

He kisses the side of your open lips. Your brows are furrowed, and your eyes are shut tight.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

He pauses his moving fingers at a slow pace. Making you mewl. Your pleasure is delayed. He spreads his fingers out, feeling your velvet walls expand. Your back arches and he smiles.

“Unless you want me to.”

He breathes heavily on your soft skin. Your insides become on fire. He curls his fingers and you’re whimpering. His hand is dripping with your arousal.

“Wish I could’ve had you back in January. Back of ol’ Sullivan's dressin’ room.”

You remember it in perfect detail. You wore a lacy little black thing, just asking for a bruising. That was the day everything shifted. You stuck your manicured claws in him. He’s thought about you, fucked his hand on those lonesome nights every day. Since the Big D’ Jamboree in ‘55 and the Corpus Christi’s Memorial Coliseum in ‘56 and everything in between. He looked forward to seeing you every show. Every show you went to felt like he did phenomenal in it. His little lucky charm, his angel.

Your breath hitches. He’s wanted you since then. He wants you now. You mean something to him. You were special, not one of the girls he uses as a distraction because he needed the distraction from you. As he works you closer to your peak, you heave. He moves those extensive fingers deeper and kisses your cheek longer.

“Let go, baby.”

Those three paltry words made your body tingle and spasm. Light and heavy at the same time. You moan loudly, and he continues to push you higher. You open your eyes and you think you see God, but as they focus, you see a man in a red robe grinning like the devil incarnate. He peppers your face in kisses, letting you lay there and take whatever he gives you.

“Look at the mess you’ve made, sweetheart.”

You look down and you see the blanket has a huge black spot down your legs. You blush instantly. He smiles and you can feel his sharp teeth on your jaw. He slips his hand out of your panties, tracing shapes on your bare stomach.

“You’re evil.”

You swallow thickly, batting your pretty eyes. He narrows his eyes, shaking his head.

“I can show you what evil really is.”

He lifts to sit up straight, and before you can process what’s happening. He brings you over his lap. Flipping his now damp shirt around your waist. You yelp, eyes going wide as saucers. Your face is shoved into the expensive duvet, and you’re surprised to see the end of Casablanca. He traces over the middle of your panties where it’s absolutely drenched. Middle and index running through your covered folds. You squirm from the sensitivity and he places his hand flat on your back, pushing your front down farther.

“Don’t make me mad.”

You bite your cheek down hard to keep a scream down. Your skin burns and you’re sweating like a slut in a whorehouse.

“I’ll make your ass seven shades of red, honey.”

He says honey in such a degrading way that your pussy clenches around nothing and new darkness appears where his fingers are tracing. Your once-white panties are now a dark gray.

“Lord.”

He wills God above to give him the strength to not push your head down and fuck you into the bed. He can’t make love to you. You’re not the type for tender loving. You need a good old fashion fucking to get that whore tendency out of your system. He takes both of his fingers on each hand to tuck under the band and slide the fabric down your pretty legs. He tucks the article into the breast pocket of his robe for safekeeping. He sucks in a sharp breath, whistling lowly. He watches your thighs shine from your slick. You shiver from the cold air rushing to your core. He looks to the ceiling, watching your form wiggle in his lap. His meaty thigh pulls you apart, you sink your nails into his other. He groped the globes of your ass. Grasping then smoothing out your skin, spreading them apart to see your puckered ass then pinch. He smirks as you jump.

“Say that you’re sorry.”

He says deeply under his breath.

“For what?”

You whimper, pushing your head deep into the covers.

“For your teasin’”

Before your bottom lip trembles, he raises his hand and barrels it down. He’s mesmerized by the ripple of your skin. The sound of your ass being whipped is loud and you jerk up. With your back arching and a high moan. He soothes your bruise. Your blood rushes.

“Say it.”

His cock is pressed to the side of your stomach, you can feel him throb whenever he clenches his hands on your ass. Tears well up in your eyes. You won’t suffice for his pleasures. He’s teased you more than anything you’ve ever done to him.

“No.”

He spanks you harder. You kick up your legs, but he just pushes them back down. He spanks you harder, his jaw is clenched. How much of a spoiled brat you are is making him angry. He spanks you once more on the same cheek. His ring, the symbol of his status, makes itself known on your ass. Like branding, you’re his property now and you do as he says, but what if you don’t?

“No?”

You pause at his question, and you quickly nod. Affirming your doom. Tears slip down your cheeks. He grabs your hips, making you sit on his thigh like a little girl on her daddy’s lap. It’s much thicker than you thought. Your mind is boggled trying to figure out how he gets himself in those skinny suits.

You bow your head, not daring to look in his eyes. You cross your arms over your chest as you cry quietly. He clutched your waist, pulling you to his chest. You lay your burning head on his shoulder. You don’t know why you’re crying or why you’re horny, but that’s the thing about Elvis. Nothing makes any sense with him. His hands roam your back, as your heat spreads along his thigh. He kisses the side of your head.

“You did well.”

Another to your forehead.

“I’ll teach you how to be better.”

He grabs your jaw and makes you look into his dark eyes. His pupils are dilated. His eyes flick across your face for a trace of you. Your face is red, and your eyes are blurry. Tracks of old tears tread with new ones. His cock twitches. He’s turned you brain-dead. You poor thing.

“Okay?”

And you nod.

“Okay.”

He smiles, that familiar grin. He pushed your cheeks together with his fingers, making your lips pucker. He kisses you. His plush lips morph to yours. Those satin clouds. It’s different from the ones he gives to fans. This is passionate and meaningful, a promise of sanctuary. His hand moves to cup the side of your neck. Your small hands hold on to the lapels of his robe. You experience him. His tongue licks its way into your mouth. Tongue tying with yours. He’s mapping out your mouth. You’re too shy to put up a fight, so he asserts himself to take over. His hand drops to match his other on your hips. He guides your hips to drag along his knee. Up to his hip on his bare skin. The more you grind, the wetter his leg becomes. You tilt your head back, finally being able to breathe.

“Elvis, please.”

You moan loudly. He licks his swollen lips as he stares at your pussy, thighs wrapping around him. Your tits trying to free themselves from his shirt. His stomach churns.

“Tell daddy what you want, little one.”

He mouths at your jaw, guiding your hips back and forth.

“He can give you anythin’ your pretty little head can wish for.”

You can’t think as you can feel your second orgasm coming rapidly. He kicks up his leg to see you bounce. Your eyes widen and you squeak. Grabbing onto his shoulders.

“I want you.”

He shakes his head, black hair swaying.

“You’re too vague, little one.”

You take a deep breath in and close your eyes.

“Your cock.”

His breath shutters and his eyes roll back. There it is, little miss innocent becoming his dirty girl. Just for him and him only.

“What do good girls say?”

“Please.”

You spit out immediately, and he nods. He helps you swing your leg over his hips. He makes you turn around, so your back is to his chest. You laugh quietly as none other than Elvis’ Love Me Tender plays in the small square. He kisses the side of your neck. Your legs are bent at the knees, sat onto his lap. Both of his hands run up your sides to your breasts. He groped you through the fabric. Your nipples are being played with his fingers.

“You.”

Kiss on the shoulder.

“Make.”

On your jaw.

“Me.”

Cheek.

“Crazy.”

He bites the shell of your ear. He lifts you up, and unties his sash around his stomach. Grabbing the shaft of his erection he angles it to your entrance. The crown punctures you. Your hands shoot out to his. Your grasp is tight.

“Elvis!”

He shakes his head in disbelief at how tight you are and how much wetter you’re becoming and then it clicks. You being nervous about his touches, how complicated you were tonight.

“Oh.”

He whispers against your hair. Elvis has done many things, but popping a girl's cherry was new. It only made him harder.

He pushed his head back with a thump as he watched you in the mirrors sink down his girth.

“I-I’m sorry I can’t.”

You start to lift back off his length. He grabs your hips and thrusts up into you.

“You will.”

He murmurs at the ceiling. He swallows thickly, straining himself to not just fuck you into tomorrow. Your face is pushed into agony. He pushes his hips off the bed to fill you up completely. You sob out his name, a silent prayer. He wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you back to his chest. He holds you there as he fucks up into you. His hips smacked up into your ass with a wet squelch. Your mouth falls open, and your eyes roll back. He huffs with each deadly thrust. He can feel your walls tighten around him and then release. He’s going to go insane over your hole.

“‘M gon’ make you have my kid.”

Your calves crush his hips at the thought of him filling you up. One of his hands pushes at your abdomen.

“‘Gon’ make you swell. Make you need me.”

He speaks incoherently. Voice dropping to the low rumble that you heard in the shower. You understood enough that you would not walk out of this room without being pregnant. Shot after shot, your body cries. You can’t take the abuse of your cervix anymore. You cry out for him to slow and he wants to. He doesn’t enjoy seeing his girl in pain, but the thing is.

He can’t.

Your pussy has been the only thing he’s had in a very long time, and he doesn’t have the strength to walk away. He watches you cry in the mirrors. Watch you bounce on his lap. A soft clap is his favorite drum. His finger goes around to your clit and he has you seeing stars. Your legs kick out and the position makes him go deeper. Now you’re sitting, he’s stopped pounding himself into you. His hot cum fills you to the brim. It spills out from your channels onto his lap.

“Gon’ make you my princess.”

He’s plugging you up at this point. You can’t even feel your orgasm as it crashes through you. You’re passed out on his chest.

“You promise?”

Your head is in a castle with your king who’s slaying dragons. You ask it delicately, barely even there.

“I promise you the world, little one.”

Your face is red with sweat. He’s a bright shade of pink. Hair slicked back with sweat. He blinks hazily at the ceiling, watching you sleep. He kicks up the now-soiled duvet to cover you. He smoothed your hair from your forehead, to kiss your hairline. He breathes heavily and watches the last bit of his movie play. He watches himself get betrayed and die. Laughing softly, it was such a silly ending. He just hopes the next movie isn’t such a piece of work and that you’ll be on set. You stir and observe him.

“You’re coming to my show ‘marrow?”

He asks, but he's essentially telling you that you're going without giving you a choice. You mumble an ‘mhm.’ He smiles, dozing off while listening to you snore. Dreaming of a bright future with you.

_______

It’s been a month since your encounter with Elvis. Two things have happened since then. Your newest article has blasted into space, with people reading and supporting your choices. Second, you’ve had multiple more encounters with the king. His promise of making you into his princess has come true. You didn’t know how he manages to sway The Colonel into allowing him to continue your little alliance. However, you’re cleaning your shared home in Memphis. Nursing a growing babe in your stomach. You were worried that he’d lose interest since you were showing, but it seemed that it made him want you more. You watch him at the new gates that had just been installed. Signing autographs and saying and meeting new folks. You begged him to allow you to go with him, but he told you that your leisure and his kid were more important. So here you were, dusting the big window arches. You watch him bid farewell and walk back to the enormous doors with a paper in hand. He takes off his jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his black dress shirt. The one you wore a month ago has become his favorite. He finds you in the lavish black sundress he bought you. He made you match him every day, sometimes he listened to your fashion. Most times he picked out what he wanted you to wear. He finds you in the living room with a duster in hand. Pretty little maid. He leans on the banister with his forearm.

“A night with Elvis?”

He shakes his head. Clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth. Wading up the paper, the way you do to discipline something. He tilts his head to the side, curious.

“Thought I told you, that you don’ need to write anymore when I’m supportin’ you.”

He looks at his watch that you picked out. Your face drops. You panic, pleading that it was a mistake that you wrote it. (In all honesty, you thought it would be a one-night stand.)

“I didn’t mean anything from it. Elvis, please!”

He counts the minutes on his watch. Not caring about your begging. It’s quiet and you’re confused as to why he’s just listening and not talking. Is he mad? Upset? You can’t read him when he’s quiet.

“I’d start runnin’ doll.”

It clicks in your mind that he’s giving you a head run from him. He often gave you a head start. He was fair even when he knew he’d always win. You drop the duster. Breathing heavily and racing across the house with bare feet. He’s hunting you with a rolled-up paper with your article on the front page. He has a motive. The only thing you can think about is the fact that you’re going to be incapable of walking straight for the next few days.

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Chapter XIII- some things are meant to be

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warning: age gap (10 years), cursing, smut, mature content, fingering, fluff, angst…

Plot: you surprise Austin with a live performance at the premiere of Elvis, the entire time thinking only how unfair it is that you have to keep everything a secret.

Word count: 6300

Disclaimer: everything fake

"How much longer?" I ask from the back seat, fighting the urge to bite my nails, wiping my sweaty palms against the material of my black pants. "Not much longer miss." Matthew says, mumbling some gibberish into his station, communicating with the other security guards. I look through the tinted windows at the flashing lights of cameras trying to snap photos of everyone. To keep myself occupied, I pull out my phone, pictures form the red carpet immediately popping on my feed. My smile is like I won a contest seeing Austin, dressed so handsome in a black suit with just one pop of color, a purple star flower attached to his pocket, he told me to look out for a surprise on the red carpet. The small detail is barely noticeable, but it means a lot to me, especially since I can't be there with him.

The past months together have been amazing, we've now been hiding form the public eye for 5 months and even though most of that time was spent over FaceTime, due to work, it still has been the happiest time for me. Timothee keeps asking what's got me in such a good mood for the past months, but I can't bring myself to tell him just yet, the only person who knows is Matt. I'd lie to say that I don't like the secrecy a bit, it's like we have our own little bubble no one ca touch. There have been the occasional rumors and some pictures to back them, but ultimately that's all they were, rumors, no actual photos of us together made it to the press, after the last ones back in February.

I stumble upon so videos from the carpet as well, which only add to my enjoyment, until my eyes land on Austin's trembling hands. My poor baby, he's been telling me how nervous he actually is about the possibility of people hating the movie and the fact that this will be the first time he's going to see it, only adds to his anxiety. Baz asked him a few times to watch the movie before the premiere, but Austin insisted he wants his reaction to be 100% true, it wasn't until 2 days before the festival that the realization that he might hate it, hit him. If you ask me all his worries are nonsense, I've seen the trailers as well as the scene Baz sent me with my cover playing over, the movie looks amazing at a first glance.

Somehow I managed to keep my presence here, in Cannes, a secret form Austin, there were moments when talking to him, when his nervousness and anxiety for the event almost had me spilling the beans. I'm in the car parked somewhere in the back, waiting for my sign to go out to make into the theater, where I'm sat all the way in the back. At the end of the screening I'll do a surprise performance of my cover, just me and a piano in front of everyone.

I decide texting Austin could help the both of us, so I open our conversation, quickly typing a message.

Me:

⇰ Hey baby, you nervous?

Austin💜🧶:

⇰ Yeah I wish you were here

Me:

⇰ Me too baby

Austin💜🧶:

⇰ What are you doing up this late?

⇰ Isn't it like 3am in NYC?

I playfully roll my eyes at his text, he always worries about me not getting enough rest, which I know it's my fault since I've told him all about my insomnia. It's these small acts that get my heart skipping for him. Plus to be fair some sleep sounds amazing, I flew here straight from wrapping up filming, he of course thought I flew back home to New York, but I'm just a few feet away from him at the Cannes Film Festival, hiding in the shadows.

Me:

⇰ I can't sleep, I've been walking around the apartment all night

Austin💜🧶:

⇰ Everything ok?

Me:

⇰ Dw about it, it's your moment, not mine

Austin💜🧶:

⇰ Baby I always worry

Me:

⇰ I know

⇰ I'll be sure to watch you on tv

Austin💜🧶:

⇰ What if people hate it?

⇰ I've never seen it before

⇰ Maybe I should've when Baz asked

⇰ At least that way I'd know to expect people boo-ing me

Me:

⇰ Austin that's absurd, you've worked very hard and so did everyone else

⇰I'm sure the movie will be amazing

⇰and Priscilla and Lisa will love it, as will the world

Austin💜🧶:

⇰I'm just so nervous

⇰I've never been to something this important

Me:

⇰neither have I

⇰besides the Oscars

⇰I'm sure it's not that bad

⇰plus you have your dad w/ u

Austin💜🧶:

⇰yeah

⇰I still wish you were here

Me:

⇰I know

⇰hey

⇰will you do something for me?

Austin💜🧶:

⇰anything

Me:

⇰I'll be watching the red carpet on tv, shoot me a smile, will ya?

Austin💜🧶:

⇰I'll give you my biggest smile baby

Me:

⇰💜

Austin💜🧶:

⇰my darling

My heart races in my chest looking at those two words on my screen. I close the message app and open the instagram live for the festival, seeing Austin make his way back on the carpet with Baz and Olivia and the rest of the cast. One of the cameras zooms in on his face and he smiles brightly, then he does something I didn't expect, his lips move like his speaking to the camera. He's said those words to me so many times that I know exactly how his lips look articulating the words. "My darling" he mouths over and over again, then blows a kiss to the camera, waving.

"Ready miss, let's move!" Matt gets out of the car quickly coming to my side and opening my door. I put my sunglasses and cap on, walking fast with my head down. We have to be careful not to get caught by the press or anyone else, hence why I'm wearing an all black sweat suit to a huge premiere for one of the biggest films of the year. I'll be sat in the back of the theater and then right before the end I'll have to go change into my beautiful gown. Once again I worked with teuta matoshi to create a beautiful gown inspired by my favorite Elvis Presley jump suit, the dark blue one with silver sequence called the lucky suit form his 1972 concert. The floor length dress looks amazing, with a heart shaped neckline and silver stars decorating the dark blue fabric. Teuta even took it a step further to make me a set of matching gloves.

"Right this way!" Matt screams pushing me gently through the back door, looking back to make sure we are not being seen. I hurry inside, careful not to trip. Once I'm inside, I take a moment to look around, seeing Baz immediately and smiling at him.

"Miss (y/n), I wanted to say thank you one more time and wish you the best, since I probably won't be able too before you have to go on stage." Baz comes smiling with his arms wide open. I slide in his embrace and squeeze him tight. "I'm so nervous" I admit, as he pulls back. Carefully he takes the cap off my head, putting back in place some pieces of hair. "I know sweets, but I'm sure you'll be extraordinary." He smiles softly, looking me up and down, then lifts my right hand up to look at my wrist, where the bracelet from Priscilla sits. Baz walks his fingers over the precious metal, then looks me in the eyes. "Why don't you wait here a moment, I know I said this will be our secret that you are here, but I really think you need this."

He drops my hand, turning around walking away, my heart pounds in my chest, hitting against my breast bone like it wants to jump out. In my head there's a thousand possibilities of where Baz might have run off to. I sit there in the back of the big theater, looking over everything, people getting seated, sharing hugs and greetings. My eyes absentmindedly look for Austin and a smile sets on my face when I spot his blond head, walking through the mass of people, towards his seat. Of how I wish I could just run over to him and kiss him, tell him how proud I am.

"(Y/n) my darling girl, how could you keep such a secret from me." My eyes snap to Priscilla, walking towards me, with her arms extended to hug me. "Miss Presley-" "I told you time and time again, it's just Priscilla" she squeezes me one more time, before finally letting go. "You look so beautiful." She takes my face in her hands, looking at my simple makeup, I have some blue eyeshadow with silver sequence stars stuck on with lash glue. I feel myself blushing and the way she handles my face, angling it to get a better look at my makeup, reminds me of how my mom used to do it. For the first time in so long I feel this hole reopen in my chest. "What's wrong?" I blink quickly trying to hold back tears. "I just miss my mom, I think I wish she was here." I whisper, the lump in my throat making it hard to talk. Her eyes droop and she suddenly seems sad for me, bringing me back in for a hug. "I'm so sorry (y/n). I'm sure she would be happy for you, maybe you can call her after".

Back in March when I recorded the cover for the movie, she and I met for dinner and I told her all about my parents, it felt like opening up to another mother figure, talking to her. "I'll try." I say breaking a smile. "Now, Baz said you're nervous to go on stage. I remember back when I used to sit backstage with Elvis, he must of been doing his 100th and something show, but still he would be shaking in his pants like a little boy every time before he went on stage. Then the curtain would open and he would morph into this star, shining bright, the same will happen to you. I can't wait to see you." If I was fighting back a few tears before, now I'm fighting a whole river. She brings me in for another hug, then kisses the top of my head, whispering "good luck".

I walk with Matt and find our seats, getting comfortable and ready to watch the movie. All the encouragement from Priscilla and Baz sure helped, my nerves, which are seemingly nowhere near what they were. "I'm sure you'll be amazing." Matt whispers in my ear, right as the room goes dark and the movie starts.

The first time seeing Austin on the screen has me breathing a little heavy and I fight everything in me, not to pick up my phone and text him about how beautiful he looks. The way his hips sway with the music, all those little Elvis things he does, you can see how much work he's put into this project. Austin deserves everything big that's coming his way.

I tense in my seat with the next scene, him in his military uniform, on the floor, talking with Priscilla, played by Olivia. As he gets up from the floor, he goes over to the record player, putting on a vinyl to play. Suddenly the whole theater rings with my voice singing "can't help falling in love" . I'm struggling to keep from crying and fail, when I feel a single tear slide down my cheek. "There you go miss." Matt hands me a tissue, which I accept thanking him. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, so even though I'm not supposed to, I take it out to see what the notification is.

Austin💜🧶:

⇰I'd recognize that voice anywhere

⇰it sounded angelic

⇰I have tears in my eyes, baby, how I wish you were here

⇰I know I'm not supposed to be texting during the movie

⇰I just had to tell you how much I loved that

I want to start sobbing, ugly crying right here. There's no explaining how much his words mean. I restrain myself from replying, but quickly take a screenshot of the messages to keep forever.

The rest of the movie is so beautiful and I'm so absorbed in the story that I barely notice Matt shaking my shoulders. "Come on miss, we need to go in the back so you can get changed." I nod and gather my things, following him through the dark. He pushes through a few doors and finally we get into a room where my stylists wait for me to fix my makeup and hair. I can hear the credits of the movie playing as I squeeze into the dress, someone lacing up the corset, while someone else dabs some more glitter to my cheeks. Then there's silence and like on cue, everyone in the room freezes, holding their breath for the audiences reaction. The silence beaks with clapping hands and my team goes back to work.

I don't know for how long the clapping ovation lasted, I think I heard someone say 12 minutes, the longest in the festival's history. "You've got this!" Levis, who joined me halfway through getting ready, says. Holding my chin up, I walk to the piano, sitting down, feeling the cold keys under the pads of my fingers. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, pushing the piano keys. Then in the darkness of the theater a huge light shines on me, bringing me into the view of the audience.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in.."

I'm yet too scared to look at the people I'm performing for, but I hear soft gasping coming form them.

"But I can't help falling in love with you.."

I gather all my courage and spare a glance towards the chairs of people. They are hidden in the dark and only a few figures form the very first rows are visible to me.

"Like a river flows, surly to the sea, darling so it goes. Some things are meant to be.."

My eyes keep searching, hoping to see him, praying to see him. My heart flutters in my chest, but I keep my voice steady, singing softly.

"Take my hand, take my whole life too.."

Then I see him, he stands up, everyone is sat down watching me, but he stands up. Austin smiles at me, wiping tears from his glimmering blue eyes.

"For I can't help falling in love with you.."

My voice cracks as tears start flowing, but I can't take my eyes off of him. We're both crying, looking into each other's eyes. It's like we are the only people in this crowded space, just me and him. And something in my heart becomes so clear, it's because I'm dedicating the song to him. Because I couldn't help but fall in love with him, because now I'm irrevocably and utterly in love with him.

"For I can't help, falling in love with you..."

As I sing the final note, the whole room comes to life, every single person stands up clapping. My feet burn in my shoes against the soft carpet, willing me to move, to run up to him, but I can't, because of all the cameras here. I stand up from the piano, smiling and waving at everyone, prepared to walk away back to my prep room, so I can fix my makeup, for the picture I'm going to have to take. But before I go I spare one last glance at the audience and widen my eyes when I see him. Austin making his way through the people standing and clapping. He's coming my way, looking straight ahead like I'm the only thing he can see. Slowly I start taking small steps in his direction, holding up my dress, careful not to step on it and fall on my face. We meet halfway and his arms reach out to me, but I keep clutching my dress, begging him with my eyes not to do something we will both feel the consequences of.

"I-" I open my mouth to speak.

"(Y/n) oh my, I have goosebumps all over, that was so beautiful, congratulations." Baz cuts me off, placing a hand on my shoulder, pulling me in for a hug, which a reciprocate, looking at Austin over his shoulder. Austin looks frozen, his eyes staring at the ground, hands now resting in his pockets. "Thank you, Baz, it means a lot." I smile, sniffing, still feeling like crying.

"Here you go, honey, a beautiful performance, Elvis would be happy to see his legacy carried this way." Priscilla hands me a tissue and I thank her, using it to wipe some of my tears away. "Smile!" A photographer shouts and all 4 of us pose for the picture. I somehow land on Austin's left and he puts his hand on my waist, inching me closer to his frame. I try to ignore the feelings bubbling in the pit of my stomach, smiling for the camera, prying my makeup doesn't look too bad.

"Miss, one picture over at the piano please, Mr Butler, join her at the piano please." I hold my dress up, walking over to the white piano, a replica of the one Elvis had in Graceland. I sit down on the bench and try to collect all my dress together. "Here" Austin helps, pushing some of the fabric out of the way, sitting down next to me. My pulse is already at high levels because of performing, but him so close, has my pulse flying through the roof. Then his hand goes under the slit of my dress to rest on my knee, under the piano, I'm sure no one can see it, but the breath hitches in my throat and I don't miss the way the corner of his mouth twitches up, at my reaction. Austin's hand stays there for the entirety of the time we spend taking photos at the piano, not moving, not even when Baz, Lisa, Priscilla, Olivia and Tom Hanks joined us for a group picture.

When all that fuss is over, I'm looking through the crowd to spot Matt and have him take me out of here. I want so badly to stay, but I'm scared that if I will, I'll find myself in a very difficult situation, where either me or Austin will take a wrong step and it will ultimately be a PR nightmare. "(Y/n)" I turn around, seeing Kaia standing in front of me, looking gorgeous in a red dress. I feign my best smile, I have nothing against her, but still I have to watch her kiss my boyfriend and call him hers in front of everyone, so you can expect me not to be on my best behavior with her. "You look so beautiful tonight, Austin said you weren't coming, I'm glad you did though."

"I'm not going to stay, after parties aren't my thing really and I'm just-" I start making excuses for myself. "Alex is here, I brought him." She quickly lets out, confessing her small secret. "And how do you..?" How do you fake loving someone, when your real partner is here, is what I want to say, but I don't. Kaia sighs, tapping her foot against the carpeted floor, sadness reading all over her face. "It's difficult, just before we walked on the carpet I was talking to him and I was feeling so bad, all I wanted to do was drag him out on that carpet and kiss him. I know you must feel the same." She says referring to her real boyfriend. It's so frustrating that we have to sit here, have this conversation and talk in code, because of everyone's agenda. "I wanted this to be a surprise for Austin, but I'm scared to go up to him and talk to him, I'm scared a look could do too much damage." I admit, swallowing hard. She looks at me understanding, coming in for a hug. I hold her tight, looking over her shoulder at Austin. He's shaking hands and talking to people and then his eyes find mine and once again it's this energy connecting us. "I think I should go talk to him. Thank you Kaia, you look beautiful tonight, by the way" she nods, stepping away so I could walk up to him.

"Austin..." he smiles looking at me, with heels on I'm tall enough that he doesn't have to look down on me, but his eyes still wonder over my frame, drinking me in. "You're so beautiful, can I hug you?" Austin asks, moving his weight from one foot to the other. I scan the room, no one seems to pay us any mind and it would be just a friendly hug, right? "Thank you, I- do you think we could?" I whisper leaning forward. Confusion passes his features, but then he must come back to reality, realizing where we are and why I'm asking. "I think it's just a hug.." Austin shrugs his shoulders, trying not to look disappointed. "Ok." He couldn't wrap his arms around me faster, lifting me off the ground, hiding his face in my neck, not a friendly hug. I stiffen in his embrace, grabbing his suit jacket, turning my head to whisper in his ear. "Too much Austin, people will see." I warn.

"Let them, I couldn't give a fuck" he grunts, tightening his grip on me, making it a bit hard to breathe. "Aus, baby please, not now, not like this, you just had the longest standing ovation in the festival's history, don't ruin your moment." I reason with him, frantically looking around, making sure there's still no one looking at us, or at least taking a picture. His arms start to loosen and my feet carefully touch the floor again. With a sigh, Austin drops his arms and let's me go, I'd lie to say it doesn't somehow physically hurt to let him go. Looking at me, he does his usual sexy lip biting trick, making my knees buckle. "Are you coming to the after party?" He's keeping our conversation short and to the point.

"No, I'm tired, I flew here from Canada, we wrapped filming yesterday." I explain, not missing the worry showing in his eyes. "Where are you staying?" Austin questions, but his voice is barely a whisper. I smile wickedly at him, wiggling my brows, causing him to crack a smile and a little laugh. "Have fun at the party!" I pat his bicep and turn around, walking away, with my chin up, excited about getting to the hotel, the same hotel he's staying at, in the room right next to him. I had his room number from him and I insisted that I get the one right next to him.

"Ready, for some interviews?" Brianna, my publicist asks, pushing me in the direction of cameras. "Ready as ever." I say, trying to sound a bit excited, which I'm far from, but still, it's for the show of it all. So with a huge smile on my face, I make my way to a few reporters, answering their questions.

𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸

It's two hours later that I find myself, crying, while a girl from wardrobe unties the tight corset of my dress. There's no actual reason for my crying, just exhaustion. "Ok miss, I'm gonna take it off now." The girl lets me know, as another rushes to me with a robe to cover me up. All the adrenaline in my body drained so now my body is just failing, all muscles ache, my bones feel silly in my body, my head is pounding. I dress myself in some leggings and a huge t-shirt, then wash my face one more time, knowing full well I won't have the power to do it at the hotel, so I'm trying to be as rigorous as possible. My legs wobble when I walk, so Matt decides it's better he carries me to the car, where I now wait. For what I'm waiting? I don't know. Cause Matt is in his seat behind the wheel and I'm in the back, with my knees to my chest, ready as ever to go to the hotel and sleep.

"Matt why aren't we going?" I groan, putting my head between my knees, prying that the ibruprofen I took will calm my headache soon. When he doesn't answer I look at him, meeting his eyes in the rear view mirror. He's smiling and just as I prepare to ask him one more time, the door on my left opens. A startled squeak escapes me, as Austin slides in the back seat next to me.

"Aus." I jump on him and he grunts because of the force at which my body hit his. "Baby, you ok?" I nod as he runs a hand up and down my back. Inhaling his amazing scent, I relax, closing my eyes as a relieved sigh leaves my lips. "Just tired." I mumble, further rubbing my face against his shoulder, holding him as tight as my tiered muscles will allow. "Go sleep, I'll be there soon..." he whispers against my hair.

"Can I go to your room? I bet your sheets smell like you." I mumble, making him giggle softly. "Sure, (y/n), I'll have my assistant call the front desk and tell them to give a key to Matt. I swear all I want is to go cuddle with you, but I have to at least show up to this party." I can hear the frustration in his voice and it annoys me a bit, because he just had the most amazing thing happen to him, his work being shown to the world and it being appreciated. "Austin baby, you need to go and have a good time, I'll be there waiting, please enjoy this, you just wrote history baby." I pull back and take his face in my hands, smoothing the pads of my thumbs over his sculpted cheeks. "You made so many people proud, Elvis being one of them, I'm sure of that, please honey, go and have this moment, I'll be at the hotel when you get back and we can cuddle all you want." I lean in and kiss the tip of his nose, but he tilts his head back, catching my lips with his, kissing me softly.

Austin grabs my hips with his hands, pulling me onto his lap, never once breaking our lips apart. I'm the one to finally lean back and take a moment to breathe, looking at him. He has a smug smile on his face and his blue eyes are glossy, shining in the darkness inside the car. "Go my rockstar, I'll be there when you're done!" I touch our foreheads together, breathing in deep, before I crawl out of his lap, back onto the seat. "Ok, baby!" He puts a hand on my head, leaning to kiss the top of my hair.

Before getting out of the car, Austin pats Matt on the shoulder. "Drive my girl safe, ok?" Matt turns around, shaking Austin's hand, smiling. "Of course sir, have a great time, if you need a ride, you can call me." Matt assures. "Thanks man!" With one last kiss to my cheek, Austin opens the door and gets out of the car.

"Thank you Matt!" I sigh, closing my eyes exhausted. A little chuckle leaves Matt's lips as he turns the car on and starts driving. "He's a good man miss!" He tells me, making me smile faintly. "Doesn't mean I won't beat his ass if he dares make you shed a tear, ok miss?" Hearing how serious he is, makes my heart leap with joy, he's really taken on the paternal figure these past months and it somehow made the pain of my dad ignoring me, less obvious. "I love you Matt, thanks for being here." I whisper, holding back tears. "I know, (y/n), I love you too, you're like a daughter to me, sweets. Now sleep, I'll wake you when we get to the hotel." I nod, mumbling a "thank you" that I don't think he hears and I let my body fully shut off, mind going blank as sleep takes over me.

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Something softly shakes me and for a moment I believe it's the car moving, but then a hand caresses my face and coming back to the surface of consciousness I also start hearing the faint voice calling my name. "Come on miss, I've let you sleep as much as I could, but I think you'd feel better sleeping in bed." Matt says, as I rub the sleep from my eyes, trying to focus back on the world around me. "Thank you Matt." Dragging my body out of the car with some effort, I walk to the elevator in the parking lot. I slump against the elevator wall, playing with my hair, looking at the buttons lighting up with each floor we pass, until it reaches mine. As we make our way out of the elevator, Matt walks me to the door of Austin's room, handing me the key card smiling. "While you slept in the car for an extra minute, I moved all your belongings to Mr Butler's room, have a good night miss." I thank him once again and he turns on his hills, walking back to the elevator to go to his room.

Sliding the keycard in the door it opens with a click. I make my way in, taking a deep breath, getting a faint whiff of Austin's cologne. Putting all my things away and plugging my phone in, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Coming back, I take liberty to look through Austin's bag, until I find a navy long sleeve shirt, quickly taking my own clothes off and putting it on, enjoying the way it seems to swallow me whole. Getting in the bed and under the covers, I rub my face into the pillow, smelling Austin's musky and citrusy scent. Falling into a deep slumber, I pull the covers all the way up, letting dreams take over.

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Sometime later, could be minutes, could be hours, I feel the bed dipping next to me and then a body of heat curls around me. "My sweet baby, my darling girl.." Austin kisses the back of my neck, his wet soft lips sending shivers down my spine. I turn around in his arms, wanting to bury my face in his chest. He smells like fresh soap and one of my hands wonders up to play with the hair at the nape of his head, feeling it damp, he must of taken a shower. "What time is it?" I wonder with my eyes closed, prying it's not morning and I don't have to wake up just yet.

Austin's hot breath touches my forehead as he places a tender kiss there. "I didn't mean to wake you, it's 3 am baby, go back to sleep." I try to pull him closer by his shit, only his not wearing one, but he figures what I need and pulls me tighter towards him, glueing me to his flaming skin. The soft hairs of his chest, tickle my nose and I angle my head up, hiding my face in the crook of his neck, loving the way it fits there, like a puzzle piece. His hands caress my back up and down, running over the soft fabric of his shirt, that I'm wearing. "Kiss me." I request, making him chuckle, one of his hands coming up to hold my chin and bring my face closer to his. Our lips touch and it's electricity flowing through my entire body, awakening every cell and heightening every sensation. We both sigh into the kiss, having missed each other's touch for far too long. His thumb traces the line of my jaw, his hand tangling in my hair, deepening the kiss. I taste the toothpaste on his mouth and when his tongue teases my bottom lip, I open my mouth to him, giving him full control, finally tasting some strong liquor lingering on his tongue.

I pull him in, quivering in his arms, moaning against his mouth. The hand that was tangled in my hair, runs down my body, following every curve and finally settling on my hip. Austin gives my hip a tight squeeze and I whimper, pulling back to catch my breath. I dare to open my eyes and look at him. He's more beautiful than I can describe, the moonlight lighting some of his features and darkening others. Austin wets his lips, biting his bottom one, looking at me with drowsy eyes. "Let's sleep, hm?" He says, nudging my cheek with his nose, kissing it after. I giggle and turn around in his arms, letting him be the big spoon.

Sighing, he pulls me flush to him, kissing my neck. I try to stay as still as possible, holding my breath in hopes of getting my heart to slow down so I could fall back asleep. "Breathe, (y/n), breathe" Austin whispers, spreading his fingers over my belly. "I can't fall back asleep" I say breathless. He hums against my shoulder, kissing the exposed skin there. "Want me to help, baby?" His voice low, as his lips still kiss my neck, causing heat to form in between my legs. "Yes." I moan, reaching a hand behind me to brush through his hair, pulling at the roots.

Austin groans, the vibrations of his chest resonating through me, going straight to my crotch. "Can I touch you?" Austin asks, his fingers working on pulling the shirt I was wearing up, to reveal my underwear. "Please." I throw my head back, giving him more room to kiss and lick at my soft skin. His fingers play with the hem of my panties, making me rub my thighs together, needing some kind of friction against my aching pussy.

Austin dips his long sleek fingers under my underwear, taking a second to play with the hair there, before finally making it in between my lips. He spreads me open, feeling how wet I am for him. "Fuck baby, so wet for me, (y/n)." He moans my name, biting my ear lobe, as he starts tracing circles over my clit. "Austin.." a sigh leaves my lips as I feel his other hand sneak under me on a mission to get a feel of my chest. His big hand squeezes my breast through the shirt, the roughness of the fabric against my hard sensitive nipple, feeling amazing, causing more sleek to gather into my now ruined underwear. "Shit honey, all this for me?" Austin asks, moving his fingers down to my aching hole, feeling the new arousal seeping out of me.

"You, just you!" I move my hips against his hand, needing him to give me the sweet relief I need. Feeling him smile against my shoulder, I tremble in his arms, begging for him to go back to rubbing my clit. "Baby, can I put a finger in? I.." he's breathing heavy, obviously as lost in pleasure just as much as I am. "I won't if you say no, I'll make you feel good anyway." His voice sounds heavenly, stimulating my thoughts.

I feel my heart pounding against my ribs and his finger circling my entrance has me completely at a loss of words. "Baby?" Austin asks seeing as I have yet to answer him. "Please, Austin, please." I pull at his hair with one hand, my other hand going over his one hand, that's kneading my breast and he growls in my ear. His finger slowly pushes in, the new sensation, has me arching my back, squeezing my eyes tight. A pornographic sound leaves my lips, my mouth hanging open, feeling him brush against my walls. "God so warm and wet, you're fucking perfect." Austin chants in my ear, starting to move his finger in and out of me. His thumb touches my clit, rubbing fast circles against it. I'm a moaning mess in his arms.

Austin curls his finger up, touching a spot inside me that has me seeing stars, screaming out his name. "Cum all over my fingers, (y/n), come on baby, relax." Pulling at his hair, my mouth hangs open, whimpers coming out of it, as I feel pleasure washing over me. I squeeze my legs around Austin's hand as he works me through my orgasm. "Aus, thank you!" He pulls his finger out of me, causing me to whine at the empty feeling.

My body feels heavy and suddenly I fight to hold onto my consciousness. Austin kisses my cheek, standing up from the bed and going over to the bathroom. I hear the sink running for a while and then he's back in bed, pulling me into his chest. "I think you're the best thing to ever happen to me." He says, but I'm too tired to answer, falling into the trap of sleep, feeling so warm and loved. And just as I'm about to be out for good, I feel his lips move against my hair. "I think I've fallen in love with you."

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shan-yee · 28 days

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𖦹𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯!𝘕𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𖦹𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𖦹𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 = None. 𖦹𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 = 260 𖦹𝙰/𝙽 = My italian sisters, this is our time to shine.

—Say, nonna (grandma), you never told us anything about your youth ! Announced a little girl, doll in hand.

The old woman raised her head from the woolen stuffed animal she was crocheting, the corner of her lips curved into a half-smile as her wrinkles became more noticeable.

—What do you want to know cara mia (my darling) ? [Y/N] asked, her slight accent showing out.

—A love story ! Exclaimed another little girl sitting not far from the woman, illuminated by the fireplace.

The three women were interrupted by the entry of a man in his forties who entered the small living room.

—girls, stop bothering your grandmother. The man sighed, the day's newspaper in his hands.

-Don’t ! I am their nonna (grandma), dare to call me grandmother just once again figlio (son) and you will regret it ! Now get out, go away. Threatened the old woman with a piercing gaze while the little girls giggled discreetly.

The man looked outraged for a few moments and then left the room grumbling while the lady turned her head towards her little granddaughters with an adoring look.

—Of course that i can tell you my first love story…

The oldest girl, around twelve years old, began to hop around before approaching her grandmother, a cushion under her buttocks, ready to listen to her nonna (grandma) as the youngest, around nine years old, came closer on the sofa to rest her head on the thighs of [Y/N] who had put her work on the table opposite the sofa.

—where shall i began...

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floralcyanide · 1 year

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Could Never Be Heaven

Austin Butler x Reader Smut

request:

smut prompt #13: “Get back down here, we’re not done yet.”

smut prompt #8: “The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind.”

smut prompt #4: “Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer.”

smut prompt #1: “I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.”

smut prompt #9: “I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.”

by @purejasmine

warnings: smut, phone sex, that's basically it.

summary: After a stressful day, you unwind with a nightly call with your boyfriend, Austin.

word count: 945

author’s note: I'm not gonna lie, I'm definitely a sucker for long-distance relationship tropes lol but here is the 3rd request for my 2k celebration. I hope everyone enjoys <;3

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“And all of the songs were about you.”

Being in a long-distance relationship was difficult sometimes, especially when it came to being intimate. Phone calls or FaceTime were the only options to engage in anything sexual other than text, which you and Austin didn’t really prefer unless necessary. It had been a hard day at school and work, and all you wanted was to wind down. But you had your nightly call with Austin, who was in his trailer during the day in his time zone. All alone and hopefully missing you. The perfect opportunity to wind down.

You stare at your phone screen as you zone out to the sound of FaceTime ringing. After a few seconds, Austin finally picks up.

“Hey baby!” he grins, adjusting his phone on the coffee table in his trailer, making sure you could get the full view of him sitting on the couch.

“Hey,” you wave, returning his smile, “How is filming going today?”

“Good, good. I’ve missed you all day. I had a dream of you last night, and it felt so real that I was sad when I woke up,” Austin says, a slight glint in his eye.

“What did you dream about?” you ask curiously.

Austin peaks out of his trailer window before closing the shutters, “I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.”

“Oh really?” you raise an eyebrow, a smirk growing on your face.

Austin always knew how to read your mind, “Yes, really. You look like you had a hard day, sweetheart.”

“I did,” you frown, “But it’s better now I get to see you. I wanna hear more about this dream you had, though.”

Austin chuckles, “I figured you would.”

You take your phone with you to the kitchen so you can quickly make yourself a glass of water. As Austin describes his dream, you regret leaving the comfort of your bed as you become more aroused. You calmly sip your water, trying not to give yourself away.

“Hey, look at me,” Austin says, his voice slightly raspy.

You reluctantly look into the camera, your face growing warm from how seen you feel.

“The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused is making me lose my mind,” Austin says, running a hand through his hair as he looks at you with heavy eyes.

You bite your lip as your knees grow weak from his alluring stare, “Stop looking at me like that, or my knees will not hold me any longer.”

“Tell me what you want, doll,” Austin mutters, his voice almost inaudible.

You feel a rush of adrenaline at your sudden power to tell Austin what to do.

“I want you to,” you trail off, walking to your room as you think of what to say, “Unzip your pants and take your cock out.”

“As you wish,” Austin smirks at your slow decision-making.

He does as told, taking out his length, “Now what?”

You hurry to your bed and dive under the covers, “I want you to stroke it like I do, nice and slow.”

Austin then begins running his hand along his shaft, slowly, as you said.

“Good boy,” you whisper as your free hand travels underneath the covers and to your dampening underwear.

“God, I wish you were here,” Austin moans, closing his eyes as his pace quickens slightly.

“I do, too,” you say, as your index finger circles your clit over your underwear, “I wanna kiss you all over. I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.”

Austin throws his head back against the couch, his hand moving slowly as you had told him.

“You can go faster if you need to, baby,” you say, biting your lip when you add another finger to your circling motion against your bundle of nerves.

“Are you touching yourself?” Austin asks, his voice deep with lust.

“Yes,” you say, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” Austin says quickly, lifting his head, “I just wanna see.”

You place your phone on the nightstand next to you, positioning it so Austin can see your hand moving in tight circles. He groans at the sight, his grip on his cock tightening.

“You look so good like that,” he exhales, letting his head loll back on the couch, but not too far so he can still see his phone screen.

“Fuck, Aus, I wish you were here,” you whine, removing your underwear entirely before returning your hand back to your clit.

“I’m close,” Austin says, and you quickly move your phone between your legs, where he has the full view of your slick core.

“Fuck,” he curses, running his thumb over his tip, “You’re so pretty.”

You smile at him as you edge closer to your release, “You’re so pretty. Are you gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Yes,” Austin nods, “I’m gonna cum, all for you.”

A moan bubbles up your throat, and your orgasm suddenly crashes over you like a rogue wave- unexpected and intense. The sound and sight of your body coming undone triggers Austin’s own release. He spills over his hand as he continues pumping himself, riding out his orgasm as both of you catch your breath.

“I love you,” Austin says, reaching for the tissue box on the coffee table before cleaning himself.

“I love you too,” you say softly.

Before you let yourself completely melt into the mattress, you get up to walk to your bathroom to retrieve a washcloth.

“Get back down here. We’re not done yet,” Austin says from your phone, where you left it under the covers.

You chuckle and return to your spot in bed, “Now, it’s your turn to tell me what to do.”

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mamirhodessxox · 2 years

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heartylunalys · 2 years

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Cannes Film Festival

Austin Butler x black actress! reader

my masterlist || part 2

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genre: smut, tiny bit of fluff

words: 3k

warnings: well…smut, oral f receiving, slight spanking, a manager being annoying as fuck

notes : I loved writing this fic and I hope you will like to read it. I needed to write for Austin since he’s completely clouding my mind since I watched Elvis.

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Cannes Film Festival, an incredible and fancy place where everyone has nice dresses and tuxedos, a view of the beautiful southern French coast, journalists and fans all trying to take a glimpse at the many celebrities here.

You don’t really feel at your place here even if you’re glad to be here, with the big names of the industry. Being a young actress, it’s the first time you’re attending the event, the movie you played in was totally the genre of movie loved in the festival: intense, aesthetically pleasing, a little bit long… You were glad to be the main character in this movie as a black woman, you thought it was a way to show the versatility of black women and how they weren’t always meant to play aggressive, mean characters and conforms to black stereotypes.

The first night of the festival, even if you were tired, having too much spotlight suddenly, your manager begged you to go to the Elvis after-party, saying it will be a perfect occasion to meet new contacts and relieve the stress of the day. After almost 10 minutes of explaining your tiredness to her you understood that she wasn’t going to let you rest in your hotel room so you followed her to La Croisette where the party was at.

“Look at all these people,” she said excitedly, “if we don’t find someone to cast you in all these I don’t know what to do anymore.” She laughed and you forced a smile, clearly annoyed but you didn’t want to act disrespectful.

The party was something, there were a lot of people and you could easily recognize some faces that you already saw on the big screen. However you didn’t feel like talking or even approaching them, maybe because you didn’t feel legit to be in here, you were exhausted and not a very talkative person, so you just decided to take the drink one of the servers offered you, staying away from everyone. You were admiring the pretty landscape of Cannes, wishing you could leave to explore the city. The lights were bright, reflected in the Bay of Cannes.

As you lightly bobbed your head to the music, trying to ease your nerves a little bit, a figure was walking towards you with a little smile and you wanted nothing more than to disappear in the crowd of fake smiles and hypocritical laughs.

“Hey, I think I’ve never seen you before. You’re..y/n right?” The man with a deep voice and a slight southern accent said and you immediately smiled, seeing that the rumors about keeping his character voice were true.

“Yeah, I’m quite a newbie in this type of event, it’s my first time here.” You answered, still not looking at him, searching for a way to run away from this exchange.

“I totally understand,” he cleared his throat searching for something to say, “Did you like the movie ?” He asked with a little pride in his voice.

“Which movie?” It didn’t even occur to you that you were at a party for the movie Elvis, a movie that you watched just before and that you even liked.

“Well, Elvis, my movie.” He explained, a little amused at your question and you were glad that he wasn’t mad at you for this.

“Oh my god I’m sorry,” you quickly responded, clearly embarrassed by your mistake, “I loved it, a lot, it was wow, it was something.” You muttered and finally looked at his face and you wish you didn’t. His blue eyes felt like they were piercings your own dark irises, a smirk plastered on his face while he watched you attentively. “You were incredible.” You let out, almost like a whisper.

“Thank you, it was my job to mesmerize the ladies.” He joked and you laughed, feeling a little bit ridiculous to have a change in your attitude so obvious once you saw his handsome features. “Do you want another drink?” He asked sweetly and you immediately accepted.

You’re night was delighted with Austin. You drank all night with him, laughing and talking in each other's ears with sultry voices.

You were now feeling a little tipsy and clearly the man talking at you was partly responsible for your situation. Your bodies were pressed against each other’s, slowly swinging with the music. Austin’s hands found their place on your waist, going up and down almost cupping your breast.

“You wanna go somewhere else?” He whispered in your ear and you shivered from the sound of his deep voice in your ear.

“Where are you taking me?” You slightly teased him hoping he would announce that you were taking the way to his hotel room.

“Wherever you want, lead the way.” You could hear an almost innuendo in his sentence as his hand traveled from your waist to your thighs. His touch lingered on your skin.

“Well.” You took his hand ready to lead the way to your hotel room with a slight smirk, feeling hot and dizzy from the alcohol and the touch of the handsome boy behind you.

“Y/n! Where do you think you’re going?” Your manager hissed while taking you by the arm, she eyed Austin from head to toe, not impressed by him, “We’re going home, you have to rest.” She gave the two of you a death stare before pulling you out of the party to the car waiting for you to come home.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” You asked, clearly pissed off.

“Well, I’m keeping you from making a fool of yourself.” She strictly said, looking at her phone to message all the people she managed to find for the evolution of your career.

“Making a fool of myself are you kidding me?” You were clearly annoyed now, with a harsh tone in your voice.

“Look darling, I think, and it’s only for your well-being, that it would be terrible for you and your reputation to be seen as a whore fucking with anyone. It would be a shame wouldn’t it be?” She wasn’t really asking you a question, she was simply stating her mind with an almost mom tone, clearly looking down on you.

“I don’t accept that you think you can talk to me like that.” You harshly spoke and she simply hummed, not interested in this conversation anymore.

The rest of the ride was silent, an electric atmosphere lingered in the car. Once you arrived at your hotel, you quickly got out of it, ignoring the voice of your manager giving you instructions for tomorrow. You walked to your room, frustrated, feeling like you were 15 all again and people could feel like they had a word to say in your life. You’re sure you had at least an hour of nervous breakdown, all the pressure washing over you. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be your life, maybe you didn’t have the shoulders for it.

As you were wiping the mascara that runned, watching attentively at yourself in pity, your phone ringed, getting you out of your racing mind. The number was unknown and you were ready to freak out at the person calling you at this hour.

“What?” You harshly asked while picking up, not even letting your interlocutor speak.

“Is it y/n?” A deep voice asked and you couldn’t believe your ear.

“Austin? How did you get my number?” You murmured, a little bit taken aback by hearing him. He laughed lightly and you loved the sound.

“It was difficult but I did it finally.” He didn’t really answer your question but you couldn’t care less about that with how happy you were to hear him. “I’m sorry my manager is such a bitch, I wish I could have stayed longer.” You explained remorsefully.

“I wish you stayed too but hey,” he paused for a second and you waited for him, “Can I come by?” You could hear the malicious smile in his voice. How could you say no to that proposition?

“I’m texting you the info.” You informed him, trying to hide your excitement. After that you hung up, immediately texting him everything he needed to know to be able to come in. You sprinted to the bathroom to do your makeup, trying to accentuate the gorgeous features of your face. Then, you quickly changed yourself, trying to find something sexy but not too much, putting sexy lingerie under your silk dress. You unbraided your hair from the 2 braids you had done to go to sleep. You quickly picked your curls and coils, reshaping your hair like you wanted it. You plumped your lips one last time with your gloss and looked at yourself with pride.

Approximately 10 minutes after your rush you could hear a car pulling up to your hotel. You quickly looked from your window and you perceived the handsome figure of Austin going out of his car and walking nonchalantly in your hotel. You waited on your bed trying to swallow your nerves, you were not feeling as confident as before now that the effects of alcohol had faded. The knock on your door obligated you to stand up and open it, ready to face the beautiful boy.

“Hey.” He smiled and you step out of the way to let him enter your room.

“Don’t talk too loud, the witch is in the room next to mine.” You said while directing your gaze to your wall to explain to him. He snorted and looked at you from head to toes, letting his gaze stop at every parcel of your skin he could see.

“You’re gorgeous.” He stated while taking you by your hips, your dress slightly went up your thighs.

“And you’re handsome.” You answered and his lips found yours, kissing you passionately like he waited for it the whole night. You placed your arms on his neck while one of his hands was now gripping your ass. A soft moan came out of your mouth, Austin took advantage of it to let his tongue meet yours. Your hand was now pulling his hair, and the slight pain was making him even more hornier, pulling you right against him, feeling the bulge in his pants. The kiss was sloppy and wild, the two of you wanting to feel the other.

You pushed him on the bed, your legs encircling his thighs and his bulge right under your core. You attacked his neck, sucking, biting and kissing it. Your movements were making him even harder and he let out groans at the friction.

“You’re so sexy like that.” He stated, his blue eyes almost closed and his plumped lips slightly ajar. His torso was going up and down from his breathing.

“You should see yourself right now.” you murmured in his ear while unbuttoning his black shirt, caressing his hot skin.

His finger slowly lowered your dress straps, his touch felt like a feather on you. He finally exposed your red lace bra, his mouth traveling from your neck to your chest, his eyes piercing yours and his hips rocking slowly under you.

“Austin.” You moaned and he unclaimed your bra, replacing it with his hands while his hair was pulled by you.

He exchanged your positions and you were now on your back on the bed as Austin was above you, admiring your hair on the bed, your pleased face, your perfect chest and the rest of your body that was perfect for him.

“I want to please you,” he started with his hoarse voice, “to make you come before I fuck you.”

“Please do it.” You muttered as his mouth encircled one of your nipple, biting it slightly. His hand traveled to your panties, primarily playing with you by lightly touching you to earn soft whimpers from your mouth. You could feel his smile. He slowly lowered your panties and coated his fingers with your juice before drawing painfully slow circles on your clit. You pressed your nails into his shoulder and he deeply groaned before lowering his kisses and bites from your breast to your abdomen until he was in front of your pussy.

He looked at you to ask for your consent and you tiredly nodded. Austin kissed the inside of your thighs, letting a hot feeling in every spot his lips touched. He finally licked a long strip of your pussy, tasting you with pleasure as his eyes were still looking into yours. He lapped you like you were the most delicious threat on earth, sucking on your clit and licking it godly.

“You’re so fucking good.” He moaned and as your hand gripped his hair you saw him rutting against the bed trying to relieve himself.

“Fuck Austin, Austin! Don’t stop!” You begged and he added two fingers in your core that made you scream.

“I wasn’t planning on stopping, don’t worry baby.” He said, sending shivers down your core.

As he pulled his fingers in and out of you, eating you out wildly, you were now grinding on his face, chasing your high.

“I’m so close, fuck!” You cried and Austin deeply moaned with how hard you were gripping his hair. You felt your orgasm like the pleasure just exploded in you, you were screaming his name and your breath was ragged. He kept pleasing you until you gently pushed his face away, your legs shakingly encircling his shoulders.

“Fuck, you make me so hard.” Austin muttered and you quickly looked at his pants where the form of his hard dick could now be seen. “You’re gonna let me fuck you hard now, right?” He cockily asked and a horny yes rolled out of your mouth. “You’re so good for me, so gorgeous and sexy, I wish I could have you like that everyday, all day.” He scented your neck, addicted to your perfume.

“Can I make you feel good too?” You asked sweetly and he smirked at you before caressing your cheek.

“Just turn around and bend over for me if you want to please me.” You executed his orders, shivers running down your spine.

You heard him search for a condom in his pocket before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before placing himself behind you, gripping your ass to make it wiggle a little bit while kissing up and down your back.

“You ready?” He whispered and you felt him rubbing his dick slowly on your clit.

“Fuck me Austin.” You almost moaned and Austin slowly entered into you, stretching you deliciously. Your breath hitched, biting your lips in pleasure.

“I don’t think I can control myself with you.” He groaned as he began to move, one hand on your back, pulling out completely before slamming into you. The side of your face crashed on the pillow, moaning all sorts of obscenities. Austin was fucking you wildly, moaning your name from time to time and slightly spanking your ass to hear you scream how much you loved it. One of his hand was on your neck to keep you in position so he could fuck you so deep and good, hitting you at the perfect angle, making your legs tremble and your mind go dumb.

“Austin, Austin, keep…keep doing.” You chanted, liking being used as a fuck toy by the boy. You could feel your core throbbing around Austin’s cock as the sensation of him in you was beginning to be too much to handle. You repeated his name like it was the only thing you could think off while creaming him, your mouth full opened, almost drooling from the pleasure of your orgasm.

“God, you’re making me crazy y/n.” Austin scratched your hips from how his nails were pressed on your hips as he felt his own high from your pulsating pussy. You understood he was coming as you heard the moans he let out and the way his movements were getting sloppier and even stronger.

He stayed in you a little bit more, catching his breath and caressing your back to your thighs softly.

“I’ll be right back.” He whispered as he pulled off of you to throw away the condom. You laid on the bed, watching him tiredly. He sat beside you, putting back on his underwear and your heart ached a little bit, you hoped he would stay at least for the night. When he took completely off his shirt and laid just beside you, taking you in his arms as he caressed your shoulder you felt relieved and content. The smell off his cologne lingered on the sheets and you smiled against his torso.

“What?” He amusedly asked, a smile plastered on his own face.

“Nothing, let me sleep.” You answered in the same tone and he laughed lightly. He peppered your hair with sweet kisses and at this moment you thought that you could get used to this.

The next morning you were alone in your bed, waking up to the voice of your manager at your door screaming at you to wake up before it was too late to go. You sighed, upset from this situation that contrasted completely with the idyllic night before.

“Stop shouting I’m fucking awake!” You screamed in the direction of your door. You then saw the little piece of paper beside you on the nightstand and saw that it was signed Austin.

I loved this night with you but I wish we could get to know each other. What do you think of a date tonight ? I’ll come pick you up at 10.

Austin.

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04/07/2022

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Part 2 (Pottery fic)

Hey, my lovelies. Here is the long-awaited part 2. Thank you for the support, likes, comments, and reblogs on part 1. I’m so glad you all love and enjoy my writing. Also please check out @mamaspresley rendition of this fic (here), it is fantastic. Hope you all enjoy it!

Props to my bestie and editor for helping me piece this together, (thank you sensei) @i-talk-too-much. If y'all like DC or Batfam stuff check out her stuff, she's a great writer!! :D

Tags: @spideysromanoff @kvcssghbjbcd Austin Butler x fem!Reader Word Count: 2064 Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, SMUT (vaginal penetration, fingering, unprotected sex) A/N: don’t forget to wrap it before ya tap it ;)

Her body was turned halfway towards him, lips engulfing one another. Air had no space to flow between them. There was a force there that made them inseparable.

Her messy hands slowly trailed up his apron to cup his cheeks. In the process, she brought his face closer to hers, deepening the already rough kiss. His lips knew just how to respond, pushing away any thought in her mind as they moved in sync with hers. To take a breath, she released from him, leaning away to admire his face. She noticed her hands against his cheeks and peeled them away, chuckling.

Two gray hand prints were left on his cheeks. She showed her hands to him, laughing at the mess she made. He beamed at her joyful expression. Who knew there would be a chance for a sweet moment in such a steamy event. He leaned in again, already wanting more, but she pulled back to stop him.

“Uh-uh, come on, let's get you and our hands cleaned up before we escalate this any further.” She smiled sweetly, getting up and holding her hand out for him to take.

He gladly took it and allowed her to drag him over to the sink, tugging along behind her like a little kid. Well, wasn’t he eager.

She turned on the tap, running the water and wet a rag. Bringing it close up to his cheek, the warm temperature of the rag hit his skin as she wiped the muddy mess off his gorgeous chiseled face. His eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the feeling of the sensation. She took this time to take in the little dimples showing in his smile, the way his nose wrinkled at every touch of the rag, and his dirty blonde curls falling on his forehead effortlessly – all of which made him more attractive by the minute.

What she hadn’t noticed was herself pausing, leading him to open his eyes. He saw her looking at him doe-eyed with her lips slightly parted. It was as if at any moment, drool would make its way down her chin.

“Can’t get enough of me, can you?” He smirked at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned against the sink.

“It’s not my fault you're devilishly handsome. You sure you aren’t pottery yourself?” She scoffed at him, while lightly smacking his chest with the damp rag.

All he did was chuckle at her flustered state and motioned her hands toward the sink for him to wash. He once again found his way behind her, cleaning her hands just like they did when they were working with the clay. And just like that, they were both spotless and instantly absorbed within one another.

She was leaning against the sink as he left wet sloppy kisses on her outstretched neck. Tangling her hands in his hair, grabbing at his back, she held onto him for support – otherwise she'd melt right there. His lips made their way to her collarbone, sucking deeply at her skin, leaving little marks and bites down her chest.

“T-table," she managed to squeak. He sharply understood and picked her up, holding her by the thighs. She wrapped her legs around his torso and he took that as an opportunity to move his hands to her ass, giving it a little squeeze. She let out a gasp.

A low chuckle vibrated against her lips. He bit her lip as if asking for permission to open hers wider. She accepted, allowing him to slip his tongue inside. As their mouths danced around each other's, he set her down on the table. She took her hands out of his hair to trail them down his chest and around his back. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she untied the knot from his apron and lifted it off him. He repeated the gesture with hers as she hurriedly tugged his shirt off his body.

“Holy shit,” she breathed. Her mouth was slightly parted, gaping at the man before her. He was toned in all the right places – what looked like a lanky figure before was truly wonderfully built. She tutted, mock-disbelieving.

“What more secrets do you have hidden under these clothes, Mr. Butler?” She glanced up at him, a cheshire grin on her face as her hands flew down to unbuckle his belt.

She made a show of gradually pulling the belt free from the hoops, his hips pushing in closer to hers. With the belt free, she gently pushed down his pants, making sure to watch his expression in case he changed his mind. Seeing no hesitation in his eyes, she placed a hand on his growing bulge, enjoying how his eyes lidded at the applied pressure. As the sensation roared through him, she grasped his lips with hers, letting him groan into her mouth. The encouraging praises escaping him only flushed her more as she pressed rhythmic motions onto his cock.

She made to bend down onto her knees, to properly take care of him, but he grabbed her elbow, pulling her back up. His breath hit her face as he spoke.

"Not now baby, I gotta fuck you first." He swiped his thumb gently across her bottom lip.

Slowly bringing his hands down to the hem of her shirt, he caressed her body as they traveled lower. He lifted her shirt up and off her glistening body, then dropped them to her jeans. He unbuttoned them, forcefully pulling down and taking her panties with them. She sucked in a breath when she felt the cold air against her core.

“Remember when you asked what else to do with your fingers?” She breathed out, staring at him intensely with her lips swollen and parted.

“Yeah?” He mumbled hurriedly, attacking her neck with more wet pecks. She leaned herself back and threaded her fingers into his hair to lift his head.

“Well, why don't you try this?” She took his hand and guided him to her soaked folds. As she steadily moved his fingers up and down her warm, wet pussy, she could feel him grow harder underneath her hand.

She let go of his hand and brought hers to her mouth, gasping into it as he moved his middle and ring fingers repeatedly through her folds getting them covered in her arousal, while his thumb moved up to circle her clit. Distracting her with the sensation of teasing her clit, he moved his fingers down and dipped the ends into her entrance.

“Aren't you a quick learner?” She smirked as he did all the right things to her. He pressed down lightly on her clit and she grabbed onto his shoulders as she jolted her hips up.

“Well, I do have an excellent teacher.” He looked at her through his lashes, proceeded pumping his fingers into her. He watched her face as it contorted into all kinds of expressions. Her mouth fell open, letting out a breathy moan.

“Fuck, yes, keep going!” She cried out as he increased his pace. She felt his fingers move inside her – they were calloused and curled just right.

“God, you’re such a good girl for me.” Austin groaned into her ear, circling her clit with his thumb. He picked up the pace with every motion, causing her to thrust her hips in motion with his fingers.

“Just like that, don’t stop,” she pleaded. She threaded her hands into his curls and pulled as he brought her closer to her breaking point. He nibbled on her earlobe.

“You gonna cum on my fingers, baby?” He leaned back to gaze at her face. Her eyes were teary from the pleasure and in response, she whimpered as he kept going.

“That’s right – cum, baby, cum for me.” At this point, the two of them were breathing heavily as he kept working for her release. He pressed his fingers upwards and curled them – the action caused her to sob out a moan. He waited for her to calm down from her high before pulling his slick covered fingers out of her throbbing core. Teasing her even further, he brought them up to his mouth and sucked slowly, licking them clean. He gave her a devilish smirk as she stared at him, eyes lidded and hungry.

She grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him hard, begging to get a taste of herself. He slipped his tongue in once again as he slipped his boxers down.

“Get up and turn around, sweetheart,” he directed her. She obeyed, bending her body flush against the table, ass in the air.

“You just really like being behind me, don’t you?” She questioned him playfully. He simply responded with a smile before she turned back to face the wall.

He came up from behind her and spread her legs further apart. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this, baby.” He smacked her ass lightly and lined up his cock with her entrance. He nudged his head in, stretching her out inch by inch. She clawed the table at the feeling and he dug his hands into her hips keeping her in place. Both of them groaned at the sensation. She had never been filled so much like this ‘til now.

“You feel so good – so warm, so tight.” He growled the last words, praising her as she tried moving her hips to get him to start. With that, he started thrusting his cock, gradually increasing the pace. Bringing the head almost out entirely to slam back into her, bottoming out every time, he moved her hips along with his rough menouvers.

He reached forward to grab her by the shoulder and lifted her body up against his, not stopping his harsh thrusting.

“Put your leg on the table,” he whispered against her ear. She did just that – the new position allowing him to feel more of her than before. She reached her arm back around to clasp his neck, roaming her fingers through the hair at the nape of it. Her mouth was wide open, leaning back against his shoulder.

“Austin,” she breathlessly moaned. He brought a hand down to play with her clit. As soon as he touched her sensitive nub, she felt herself shaking as she neared her climax. She continued moving her body in sync with his.

“Shit,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum.” He rushed to pull out, before she stopped him, placing a hand on his ass and pushing herself deeper onto him.

“I’m on the pill,” she said as she stared at him, her eyes begging him to continue. He didn’t need any more encouragement, returning to his intense thrusts, hitting her right where she wanted him. She twisted her body, bringing his face down to hers and kissing him deeply as his hips stuttered, his load spilling into her. The fingers against her aching bud continued, pushing her over the edge with him. He let out a groan when she clenched around him, his head falling to her shoulder as he caught his breath.

He pulled out of her and grinned as she turned around to look at him. They both had satisfied expressions on their faces. He reached up to cup her cheek and caressed his thumb across her flushed skin. She leaned up to kiss him gently, as if thanking him, but she released from the kiss, slightly deflated.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” He stared at her concerned, trying to figure out the problem.

“No, it’s nothing, everything was great just–” A pout formed on her lips, her gaze dropping to his now softened cock.

“You wanted more?” He quirked up a brow and grinned at her. “I can provide that.” He bit his bottom lip and brought his hands around her waist. Pulling her close up against him, she felt his cock graze her clit. She sucked in a breath and stared up at him longingly as she brought her hand down to brush her fingers against him.

“Round 3 at mine?” He gave in to her antics. Her head quirked up at the question before she beamed at him gleefully, nodding her head profusely.

“Only– this time I’m in control,” she said, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and tugging him down to her. Grasping his earlobe in her teeth, she whispered, “and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

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