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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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Everything Has Changed

Pairings: Christian!Switch!Topper Thornton x Switch!Pook!Reader, Hinted!JJ Mayback x Reader

ANGST/SMUT (18+ MDNI)

Summary: It’s been 2 years since you and Topper broke up. Coming from a strict religious household, Topper was convinced that you weren’t right for him. Fate brings you two together once again when a storm causes you to be locked in together.

Word Count: 4.6k+

Warnings: angst, arguing, blasphemy, using rosary as a bondage device, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v, nipple licking, scratching, spit kink, dom/sub, daddy kink, ‘babygirl’ pet name, cheating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, breath play, corruption kink, creampie, sharing a bed trope, exes to lovers, hinted!jj x reader

During childhood, you and Topper were close friends. You grew up together despite the differences in personality. He was the reserved type. You were the wild child. Somehow this dynamic worked between you enough that you would officially become a couple at the age of 16.

By that period in life, you began to discover yourself. You couldn’t care for material things. Coming from a affluent family, your parents raised you to be humble and to always help others anyway you could. Your family hadn’t started off wealthy so they understood the importance of helping the community. These humbled ideals allowed you to freely become the person you are now. You were what they call a ‘hippie’. You didn’t care for societal standards, monetary things, or practicing any kind of religion. You were just unapologetically you.

Your free-spirited nature didn’t go over well with the Thornton family. Topper’s parents were always critical of your. Maybe not directly but the signs were there. They’d shoot dirty looks and backhanded compliments at you constantly. You knew they’d always seen your family as less than and you’d bring it up with Topper but he’d simply shrug it off. The boy could be so oblivious.

And yet you and Topper were happy together. Even when you hadn’t been physically intimate with each other, there wasn’t dull moments between you two. You had your differences but you were able to have to have these conversations where you can expand and explore each other’s minds.

Then, Topper let his friends and family get into his head about you. They just couldn’t believe you were the right girl for him, convinced that you were still a pogue at heart. When Topper asked you to renounce your friends who happened to be pogues, you were hurt by this. He never used to care but you knew by then that their influence had gotten to him.

Things really took a turn you both graduated high school and Topper and you had plans to elope but expressed you having to become religious. The pressure become too unbearable for you. No way would you allow yourself to change just for the approval of people who didn’t like you to begin with. Even if it meant that you could marry the one you love.

Before you went away to college, Topper had broken up with you. It hurt but you knew you were from different worlds. You still loved him deeply and he loved you deeply as well but he knew that you would only get bored of this push and shove of being his ‘ideal’ wife.

When he immediately began dating Sarah Cameron, you grew a hatred for him while also feeling a bit inferior to her. She was the right girl for him. Exactly what his parents would’ve wanted for him in the beginning.

You’d gone to college a time after they got together. You were sure by the time you’d arrived back to town, they’d probably made the plans to marry. The plans you’ve once shared and talked about nearly every night when you were together.

Another year had gone by and you were back in town. You’d renounce the lavish and extravagant life of being a Kook choosing a more simple life.

Your old friends invited you to a bonfire tonight in the woods and you could use the distraction. Memories of you and Topper began to flood your mind. You hadn’t seen him in so long. You shouldn’t want to see him at all but your heart still yearned for him. Even if he was your lover, you missed his company as your best friend.

Currently, the 5 of you were walking through the woods, looking for a decent spot to settle.

“Ya’ll ever heard the story of the One-Armed Hook man? Legend has it that he comes out every night at 9:30 to claim his next victims in the woods. Keep an eye out while you can or he’ll just pluck it out with his hook.” JJ teases, jumping in front of you with his finger crooked in the shape of a hook.

You laughed, pushing him out of your way. “Please stop.”

“Yeah, please stop.” Pope says, rolling his eyes.

“You scared?” JJ nudges his shoulder.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Boo.” Kiara whispers from behind Pope, sending him launching in the air with a high-pitched squeal.

The group laughs.

“Oh, I think I’ve found the perfect spot.” John B points ahead of the group.

It was an abandoned campsite area. Although it looked extremely creepy, it was a pretty decent and convenient spot for a bonfire.

“This feels familiar. 5 young adults going on a camping trip. A legend about a serial killer on the loose. You guys sure you’d want to party there?” You nervously, chuckled.

“Awww, you need me to hold your hand?“ John B. pouts at you.

“And risk getting caught by the murderer? No thanks. I’m wayyy faster than you.” You challenged.

“Fuck that. I’m faster than all of you combined.” JJ tops.

“Oh yeah? Should we all run to the campsite and really prove this theory?” You said, arms crossed.

“If you’d like to see yourself lose, then yes.” JJ says stepping up to you.

You feel you breath hitch before quickly composing yourself. “Let’s do this. Everyone get into you positions.”

Everyone lines up beside each other, getting into their running stances. Kiara does the honors. “On your mark…get set…Go!”

Everyone dashed like they’re never before laughing wildly. Every now and then, you’d look over your shoulder when you noticed the group on your tail. When you’d finally reached the campsite first, you began to gloat at the group who were all panting in front of you.

You walked up to JJ who hands rested on his knees as he exhaled heavy breaths. “Told you I’d win.”

“Never challenge a track star for a playful run.” He jokes.

The leaves rustle in the shrubs behind you and the group gains their composure to stare, angrily at the intruders. You turned around and it feels as if everything were in slow motion.

After so long, Topper was right there in front of you. His face just as surprised as yours. Accompanying him was his group who also shoot angry looks back at you and your friends.

“What are you pogues doing here?” Rafe asks.

“We were here first.” JJ says.

Kelce steps up to him. “Say who?”

“We aren’t going anywhere.” Kiara says, crossing her arms.

“Guys, no need for the hostility, okay? Can’t we just share the campsite? It won’t be so bad.” You suggested.

“Not happening.” Rafe scowls.

“It’s fine, Rafe. It’s just for the night.” Topper speaks up, eyes on you.

The air is tense. No one says a word. Sarah steps into the middle and clears her throat. “So, are we gonna start up this fire? I’m dying for a smore.”You understood and appreciated that she was trying to relieve the tension in the air.

JJ sighs, making his way to the pit. “Guess I’ll start on the fire.”

“You won’t be in charge of the fire. I don’t trust you not to burn us all alive.” Kelce follows after him and soon the group disbands preparing the items for the bonfire.

You tried your hardest to ignore Topper’s presence. Though there were moments where you’d glance over your shoulder only to see that he was looking at you too, forcing each other to quickly look away.

After the fire had begun, you all sat around in a circle talking amongst your separate groups. Kiara pulls out a joint for you all to share amongst each other. You were all high and soon the conversation within your group became loud enough to annoy the Kooks.

“Hey! Keep it down, assholes.” Rafe calls out.

“Sorry. We interrupting your church fellowship service or something?” JJ comments and your friends laugh except you. Your gaze falls on Topper who looked like his patience was running thin.

“We’ll keep it down, okay?” You diffused the situation, turning back to your group. “We were being a bit loud, J. You gotta admit.”

“It was only teasing.” JJ laughs, leaning against you in a playful manner urging you to laugh.

“Yeah, I guess but we don’t need anymore fights going on.”

From a distance, you hadn’t noticed that Topper had been watching you and JJ closely. Topper’s hands would ball into a fist whenever JJ would brush himself up against you or whenever he’s make you giggle uncontrollably. You clearly had a thing for him. You probably would have sex with him. Topper immediately pushes that thought out of his head. Just entertaining the thought of you fucking someone else made him mad enough to feel sick.

He rises from his seat, knocking some beer cans to the ground. The sound was audible enough to have everyone look at him including you. He looks hard between you and JJ then mutters something to his group about finding a bathroom then walks in the direction of the camp cabins.

Something urged you to go after him. Kiara sees the look on your face then sighs, “You’d like to go after him, don’t you?”

You nod, bashfully.

“Go on,” She says clearly not wanting you to but understood that you needed this. “I’ll cover for you.”

“Thanks, Kie.” You whispered, squeezing her hand.

You after in his direction, searching for him. It didn’t take long to find him drinking a beer alone under the moonlight.

“Hey.” You called out.

He turns to look at you and says a quiet, “Hey.”

“Why’d you leave? If we were bothering you that much you could said something but my friends and I are just having fun.” You scoffed.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what’s wrong? Is it me? You still hate me that much.”

“I never said I hated you.”

“I can see it in your face. All night you were looking at me as if I were the last person you wanted to see.”

“That’s just you overthinking. You have no clue about me.”

“Then, please enlighten me, Top. Why do you look at me like I’m a stranger? We used to be best friends and now everything’s changed. You listened to everyone but me knowing that your friends never liked me.”

“Could you blame ‘em? You weren’t always easy to be around.”

“Because I called them out on their shit! For being privileged assholes. Ya know what, I don’t even know what possessed me to come over her and comfort you. I’m out of here.”

As if on cue, the sky began to roar the arrival of a storm. Small droplets of water begin to trickle down on your face. You both looked up at the sky, the rain gradually picking up until it poured down with a newfound ferocity and the winds swirled around you.

“Shit. Let’s head inside.” Topper says, grabbing you arm but you resist.

“What about our friends? We have to go back.” You shout over the loud showers.

“It’s too dangerous. We can hardly see anything. They’ll be fine. They can take shelter in a nearby cabin. Now let’s go!” He tugs your arm again and you reluctantly follow his lead, entering the cabin nearest to you.

You were cold and wet, shivering and squeezing your arms around you. Topper notices this taking a blanket of a cabin bed.

“Here.” He extends.

You’re hesitant but you take it anyway, putting it around your shoulders then sitting at the bottom bunk bed. His eyes linger on you for a moment. If it weren’t for the moonlight shining through the window, you wouldn’t have noticed the blush that creeped up on his cheeks.

When you looked down at yourself, you realized exactly what he saw. You weren’t wearing a bra and nipples were hard and prominent through your white tank top.

You blushed, too, quickly covering up.

He clears his throat. “I tried to make a phone call. No signal.”

You laughed to yourself. Topper looks at you, confused. You sighed, realizing you’d have to explain your laughter which means having to talk to him. “It’s just that earlier I made a horror movie joke and the ‘not signal’ thing just adds layers to it.”

He looks at you straight-faced.

“Well, you had to be there to get it.” You grumbled to yourself.

Staring through the window, he scans the campsite. “It looks like we’ll be in here awhile. If we only had some stones we could’ve sparked a flame and build a fire in that fireplace.”

You pull out a lighter from your jean’s pocket, holding it out. “No need for those, boy scout. I got it covered.”

He rolls his eyes at your nickname. Taking the lighter, he crouched down near the fireplace and ran the lighter over the log. It caught enough of the flame to catch fire and in an instant the blue dimmed room was now orange with the flame’s light. The sounds of the crackling was therapeutic.

Topper lets out an air of relief, outstretching his hands to the fire before standing up once again. “That’ll keep us warm for now. Hopefully our clothes will dry if we sit by the fire.”

You don’t budge, still seated on the edge of the bed. You rather not be near him right now.

“Thought you said you were cold.”

“I’m fine.” You say in a biting tone.

He throws his hands up. “Now you’re pissed at me.”

“How could I not be? You told me I wasn’t easy to be around. Well, fuck you, your friends, and your family. I’m fine not being anyone’s cup of tea. I’m fucking liberated. Know why? Because I don’t hide who I am regardless if people like me or not.”

“I’m plenty true to myself. That’s why our break up had to happen. We just live in two different worlds.”

“It never matter when we were friends. Why did it matter when we were together?”

“Because I wasn’t sure if you were stable enough to be in my life. You’re so much more fun, free, you live life however and it makes you happy. You’d get bored with me and probably leave me if we were together. I needed something serious. I only did us a favor breaking up.”

You blinked at his confession. So he broke up with you because he felt like you were noncommittal?

“How dare you or anyone assume that about me? How dare especially fucking you? You knew me more than anyone. I loved you. You fucking dickhead.”

“Oh, please,” He throws his hands up in the air, turning his back to you. “It’s not like you missed me or anything. You and JJ seem like you’re having fun.”

You smirk at the thought of him still being jealous seeing you with other guys. He still wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. He was just too stubborn to make the move. So you decided to take the lead.

“You’re right. I don’t miss you,” You slowly walk up behind him. “In fact, I don’t miss much about you at all…but if I can say a few things that I miss—and there are very few in numbers—I miss those stupid preppy clothes you wear.”

You pressed your breasts into his back, hooking a single finger under the hem of his shirt and slowly lifting it to expose his stomach. “I hated your clothes so much I used to dream about tearing them off your body.”

Your fingertips touch the bare skin on his stomach. His breathing is heavy and irregular. “I miss the way your lips parted and the sounds you’d make when I made you feel good. We couldn’t do much back then but the moments when you’d let me tongue kiss you. I used to savor it. I’d suck on your tongue as if it were your cock, trying to taste everything.”

“Y/N, please,” Topper whispers, eyes fluttering just to bask in your words.

“I miss your hands. I remember that one time you let me suck of your fingers into my mouth. Just curious teenager activity. You got so hard that day. You begged me to stop just as I was getting started. Ended up going home and playing with myself, imagining my fingers were yours inside me.”

He groans, biting his lip and eyes still squeezed shut. If you continued, he was sure he’d cum in his pants. He was rendered helpless, unable to speak up and stop your continual tease.

“I missed your skin on mine. You used to feel so soft against me,” You nuzzled your face into his clothed back which was only slightly wet with rain. You kissed his shoulder blade. “I want to feel that warmth again.”

Topper could feel his member wanting to jump out of its restraints, begging to be touched by you.

“But the one thing I missed the most…the one thing I’ve dreamt to feel inside m….,” You walk around him, now facing his front. You lower yourself on your knees, looking up at him. Your hands creeping upward under the pant leg of his khaki shorts. “I miss your big. hard. Cock.”

You grip his erection, a gasp slips from his lips. You’re mentally measuring the outline of it in your hand. “I want it so bad, Top. I’m so wet just seeing it through your stupid khaki shorts. I want to suck you off and make you cum in mouth. Please let me have just a taste. I swear we won’t have to do anything.”

“Fuck, Y/N. You don’t know how hard you just made me just now.”

“Oh, I feel it.” You squeeze around him.

“I want you. I fucking regret the times when I stop us from going all the way. Sex doesn’t feel like it should. I’ve always craved you. Even after 2 years, all I ever thought about was having you.”

“You have me now.” You undo his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and his cock jumps out erect and attentive, a bead precum on the tip.

Taking it in your hand, you can barely wrap your fingers around him. His length was beautifully veiny and thick, the pink tip swelled. You lay your tongue flat on the head before giving it a long lick.

He hisses, running his hands through his hair to keep himself from being too lightheaded. You take him your two hands forcing him down your throat over and over.

Topper moaned and whined, face contorted in absolute bliss. His hands would move your hair that would fall over your face from your feverish bobbing.

“Babygirl…” His thumbs caresses your cheek.

The sound of gagging bounced of the walls of the once silent room. You stare intensely in his eyes slurping the excessive saliva around his cock. He groans and you know he’ll cum soon. Clutching his testicles,you shake them in your hand and gagged at him hitting the back of your throat. Then, he stilled, erupting load after load into your awaiting mouth and down your tummy. You moaned at the taste of him satisfied that you finally had your first taste.

Removing your mouth from him, you jerk him in your hands. He’s sensitive but willing to take the pain hoping to make up for lost time with you.

“I’ve got to taste you, too.” He lifts you off the ground into his arms, carrying you to the bottom bunk and laying you on your back. He kneels on the ground in front of you, pulling off your jeans and panties in record speed.

“Give me the rosary around your neck.”

He wanted to protest. You saw it in his face. But instead of calling it off, he removes the necklace and hands it over. You grab his wrists, tying it around them.

You lay back once again, bending your legs up and spreading them enough for full access. You tug on his hair, forcing his face forward and his mouth immediately gets to work. “I love watching that pretty mouth taste me. Can’t wait to kiss your lips for the first time in so long.”

He moans into pussy, causing your back to arched of the bed. You grip both sides of his head, digging your nails into his neck and gliding your wet heat over his flickering tongue.

“You taste damn good, babygirl.” Topper whispers against you before slurping up yet another flood of your juices. His uses the tip of his nose to brush over your clit repeatedly, looking you in your the way you did when you tasted him. Now he was ready to watch the soul sucked from your body. Alternating between flicking and rolling your clit between your tongue, when he felt like you were finally close enough, he sucks hard on your clit and you convulse underneath him.

“Holy fucking shit!” You squeal, your pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing. You ooze out your slick from your tight hole, a bit of liquid gushed after the quaking aftershocks.

You tug at his hair again, pulling him away from your quivering core just as he began greedily lapping away at your clit passed the point of oversensitivity.

He licks around his lips, blue eyes darker than ever. You stand up, guiding him so that he can lay on his back in the bed. You removed your tank top, your harden nipples standing even more erect at the sight of him licking his lips. You hover yourself over his lap, lifting his wrists above his head. Taking the thick length beneath you, you lined it up with your entrance and immediately slammed down afraid that if you hadn’t taken it any moment then your time would be interrupted.

You don’t need to adjust to his size. You were so slick around him, you immediately began to bounce hard on his cock. Topper chokes out on moans until he fully lets them out loud and clear.

You went wildly so drunk off his dick that all you do was roll your eyes in the back of your head and babble nonsense.

“Gah, you’re so fucking good, Top. Love fucking you.”

Topper shifts one leg off the bed, planting a foot on the ground. He uses the new leverage to thrust up into you, his thrusts much more forceful. Soon, he was doing more of the work while you just bounce from the force of his strokes.

You bring your hands to his bound wrists, entangling your fingers with his while grinding down on his cock. He could easily break the necklace, you knew he wouldn’t because he didn’t want to break the sacred item. Part of you hoped that he chose not to break it because he secretly wished to be corrupted by you. His tip nudges a sweet spot against you and you feel more wetness shoot out of you, soaking his lap.

“Kiss me. Need to feel your lips.” He begs.

You press your lips to his and he all but sobs into the kiss grateful for the action. You get back into the old habit of taking his tongue into your mouth sucking at it and bobbing on it like you would to his cock. He just holds out his tongue for you to do as you wish. You gather his taste into your mouth, sucking on his saliva as if it would quench your thirst. You were hungry for him so much so that your skin was on fire.

You break the salivating kiss, removing the rosary around his wrists. He takes advantage of the opportunity, using his large hands to grip your ass and force you down on his cock. You wrap your arms around him, kissing up and down his neck.

He flips you over so fast it give you whiplash. He was now on top still penetrating you, only this time his fast and shallow thrusts were now slow, deep, long strokes. He wanted to make sure you felt every part of him sliding into you.

He takes a nipple into his mouth then flicks his tongue over it, watching you shiver.

“You don’t miss me, huh?” He teases. “That’s not what your body’s telling me. Look how eager your pussy is swallowing me. Got you squirting all over the place.” He puts his hands on the back of your knees, pressing your legs against the bed to go deeper into you while his mouth finds the expose skin of your neck. The mix of his mouth sucking at your sensitive throat and the deep thrusts sent you in pleasure overload. Your toes curling and eyes fluttering.

“Rub that clit for me, babygirl.”

“Yes, daddy.” You mewled, circling frantically at it.

“God, that pussy’s so creamy. You’re about to make another mess baby. Go on and make a mess.” He encourages.

The tighten coil snaps within you and eruption so large it felt too make believe to be this good. You were like a broken record of moans, your body moving in waves at the sensation. Topper hits into you hard one time and stills, coating your pulsating walls in his essence.

Topper places a passionate kiss on your lips, tongues lick at one another’s. He finally peels his body of you. Your sweaty bodies pressed extremely close from the tiny twin bed. You curl up to his side and he wraps an arm around you.

“That’s what we’ve been missing out on. Now I really hate myself.” He chuckles.

“I’ve never had sex that good.”

“E-even with JJ?”

“Me and JJ have never…We’re like really good friends. He doesn’t like me that way.”

Topper shrugs. “You’re mine. I won’t make the mistake of letting you go. Not again. Fuck what anyone says.”

“What about Sarah?”

“She’s check out on the relationship. I don’t blame her. So have I. I couldn’t bring myself to care for her when all I wanted was you.”

“So what does this mean for us? Are we going to try again this time?”

“Yes, I want to.”

“Me too.” You smile up him before hugging close to his chest.

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The storm had cleared up in the morning and when you and Topper left the cabins, you noticed your friends making their way over to you guys.

You ran up to your friends, all of you were asking questions concerned for one another. The groups gotten broken up by random. Although it wasn’t a surprise for you when you found that John B and Sarah had found a cabin for their own to share.

Topper and you agreed that you would break the news to your friends separately so it wouldn’t cause a whole thing between the pogues and the kooks.

While the pogues busied yourselves with packing up your things into the van, JJ slowly approached you. A look of determination yet sadness on his face.

“Something the matter, JJ?” You inquired.

“I know you and Topper are starting your thing up again. I caught the energy between you two. I just gotta know…what can I do to make you want me more?

“W-what?” You eyes widened.

“I wanna know how to be the kind of man you want?”

“JJ, I….” You whispered.

He whispers in your ear. “If you want me to fuck you better than him, I can and I will.”

He looks you up and down before walking away as if he didn’t just cause a whole flood between your legs. Your love life just got extremely complicated.

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adventuresinobx · 1 year

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Model Behaviour

Austin North x fem!reader

Summary: You’re a photographer’s assistant and you’ve got a busy day helping out with headshots for multiple clients. When one particular client takes a shine to you, how long will it take for both of you to act on the inevitable attraction?

A/N: If you know me, you know Austin is my absolute fave so how can I be back and not make one of my first fics about him 🙈🙈🙈🙈

Warnings: Smut, dom! Austin, oral (m receiving), lots of dirty talking

You’d been working on this photoshoot set all day, celebrities and assistants coming in and out as each client made their way through the studio. Today was headshot day for one particular agency and you’d seen such a mix of people coming through the door. Most of them were nobody you knew, and as you cast your eyes at the next name on the sheet, you didn’t know this one either. Austin North, it read.

Soon a lady rushed into the room, the sound of a strong laugh following her as she introduced herself and her client to the photographer. “Hey Mr North, how are you?” the photographer asked, shaking hands with the man behind her. You went on your tiptoes, curious to see what he looked like in person; his old headshots were cute. You liked his fresh face and cute blonde hair in the photo but when he stepped into the room, you were instead captivated by his facial hair and the dark locks that sat on top of his head. He looked great, older but in the best way and your heart fluttered in your chest.

“This is Y/N,” the photographer said, gesturing towards you as Austin flashed you a smile that had you weak in the knees, “She’s my assistant for the day. So anything you want, she’s all yours.” A wicked smile spread on Austin’s face and you bit your lip to stop yourself from reacting with a sound. You nodded and smiled at him, suddenly made nervous by how he was acting.

The shoot went quick, thank goodness. He had this brooding look about him, he was a natural and you wondered whether modelling was a side line to his acting profession. If it wasn’t, it really should be. You could tell those actors that were only comfortable being in front of a camera when they were playing someone else but he was so confident, so sure, as he was.

You spent his whole shoot watching from the side, the only time you needed to do anything was when the photographer went to do the full length shots and noticed some fluff on the floor from a previous photoshoot which wouldn’t quite fit with what you were going for here. You knelt down on the floor, collecting what you could as he stepped back, but still close enough that when you went on your knees to pick the last bits up, it gave him enough of an innuendo.

You noticed that grin on his face and wondered if anyone else did. He was something else.

“Oh darling get down on your knees again,” he said, voice quiet as you did as he asked. You bit your lip, eyes focused up on him from your position between his muscular thighs which were almost straining against the black denim material of his ripped jeans. “Look so pretty down there angel. Now take your time and do whatever feels right. Follow your instincts. You’re a natural.”

You gulped nervously, watching as your hand almost involuntarily moved to his crotch. Everyone had broke for lunch so you two had the entire space to yourself. You swept your fingers over the denim material, using your hand to feel his hard length that was separated by the two layers of material. Two layers too much. You brushed your thumb over the head of his dick through the material, feeling it twitch under your fingers. You repeated the motion a few times, hand and fingers rubbing up and down him through the tight material as you watched his face twist in pleasure.

You moved your hand to the button, easily popping it open and pulling his pants down to his knees. You left his boxers on, admiring how he wore tight boxers that left very little to the imagination. Immediately, your mouth moved closer to him and you attached your lips to him through the material, feeling every vein and ridge with your mouth through the barely there material.

He grabbed your hair, fisting it into a makeshift ponytail as he watched you reach for the boxers and pulled them down so he was left completely naked from the waist down and thus plenty for you to focus on. He noticed you lick your lips, just before you leant in and ran a hesitant lick all the way up and down his shaft in one go.

“Bet you’re dripping,” he said softly, tone strong, voice quiet as he took a deep breath in anticipation of what was to come . His next words came out staggered and stumbley as he tried to hold himself up from the pleasure you were giving him. “Bet all your juices are dripping down your thighs, your fingers would be soaking wet and you’d be clenching around them now.” On hearing his words, you clenched around nothing, your tongue still flat against the underside of his dick.

You enjoyed the weight against your tongue, swirling and sucking him best you could as your fingers ran down and under your shorts. “Touch yourself angel, just think of later when three of my fingers will be fully inside you. You’ll come to that won’t you darling? Coming all over my hands and letting me taste you.” You couldn’t take it anymore, already, and your hand disappeared under your shorts, your fingers making a quick connection with your clit and soon you were using one hand to stroke him whilst you licked and sucked on the tip like a pro and using the other to slip a finger or two inside yourself to give you some relief.

“Fuck, so good at that darling. Need you to take more of me, have more of me. I want you,” he mumbled, watching as you kept his cock down your throat and flicked your tongue around the head where you could. Every time you managed to touch a particular sensitive spot, you let out a moan and that only encouraged him further, feeling the vibrations around him and helping him to thrust further into your mouth, again and again until you were choking and spluttering on him. He loved hearing you gag.

He pulled your hair into the ponytail again, taking you off him for a moment. He pulled you just close enough to his dick so that you could poke your tongue out if you wanted to and lick the angry looking tip. He kept you there, speaking calm and collected as he told you: “Can’t wait to get you somewhere more private, where I can fuck you like you deserve. Make you cum all over my cock.” Your hand was still in your shorts now and you were furiously rubbing your clit, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes like you were begging for him to take over and help you get that release.

As if he read your mind, he told you: “Don’t worry darling, gonna make you feel so good later. You’ll cum now and many more times later.” Your movements sped up. “Can’t wait to get a taste myself. Bet you’re so sweet. Cum for me, and then I want you to taste yourself for me?” He posed it as more of a question but you nodded eagerly. He could have told you to do anything and you would. “I know you’re close baby, cum for me and then you can make me cum down your throat.”

You groaned at his words, completely losing it as you pinched your clit and sent your orgasm hurtling over you full force. “Fuck,” you moaned, legs shaking as you rode out your high. Still midst orgasm, you took your fingers out your shorts and smeared your juices on the head of his cock, making him groan from the touch alone. You moved your head to the side to get him to release your hair and braced both hands on his thick thighs before taking him as deep down your throat as you could.

“That’s it, good girl,” he said, his mind foggy by the fact you were now tasting a mix of his and your juices. He bucked his hips into you, keeping his hands by his side as not to push you too hard or hurt you. “Such a good girl, I’m so close. Watching you make yourself cum, fuck. Come on baby. I’m close.” You used his words as more encouragement, and soon you could feel that tensing as he came down your throat. There was little warning but he managed to signal for you to move away. You stayed in place, refusing to move away from him as he came down your throat. You swallowed everything he gave you, even moving off after to lick any remnants from his cock.

“Fuck, we’re gonna have to do that again soon,” he mumbled, still catching his breath and steadying himself from the great orgasm you’d just given him. “But next time, I’m going down on you.” You clenched around nothing once more, already anticipating how good that was going to feel. “And I won’t be satisfied til you’ve cum three times from my tongue alone.”

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slut4tangerine · 2 years

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good kind of butterflies

— pairing: Topper Thornton x Reader

— type: fluff & slight angst

— summary: Topper takes you to a party, but nothing really goes as planned.

— a/n: this is the FINAL part to this mini series.

— warnings: cursing // name calling // mentions of alcohol // if i missed anything please lmk

part 1 // part 2

Living with Topper was probably one of the best decisions you’d ever made. Movie nights every weekend, just like when you guys were younger. It was exactly how you’d remembered your childhood, but better.

A couple weeks had gone by since your breakup with JJ, and to be completely honest, you’ve never been happier.

You hadn’t thought about JJ in weeks. As far as you were concerned, he was nonexistent. You were more focused on Topper, your bestfriend, housemate and… crush??? Maybe? It’s all a bit confusing.

Some days you’d wake up and see Topper standing in the kitchen shirtless, making you both some breakfast. Sure, it was odd at first, but after a while you started getting used to it.

You knew you shouldn’t be enjoying the view as much as you did. I mean, he’s your bestfriend after all.

What you both had was just a platonic kind of love… or is that what you convinced yourself it was to avoid any sort of confrontation?

Maybe it was just because it was your first time moving in with someone and it just being you two; no one else invading your space.

Or maybe it was the fact that he was the only one who was there for you after your breakup.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were feeling for the boy, but you did know that you needed time to process whatever platonic feelings you had for him that were now suddenly changing into romantic ones.

“Princess” Topper knocked on the door to your room, awaiting approval to enter.

“Come in” You said just loud enough for him to hear.

He entered your room and saw that you were laying under the covers watching “Do Revenge”. He swiftly made his way to your bed and sat at the end of it, causing you to pause the movie.

“Can I assist you?” you said as you sat up and fixed your hair so it wasn’t in your face.

“Do you want to go to a party tonight? You haven’t been to one in a while and you most definitely deserve a night of fun” he suggested, grabbing your throw pillow and messing with the ends of it.

“Why not? I’ve rewatched this movie like 3 times already anyways” you shrugged as you kicked your feet over the edge of the bed and got on your feet.

“Okay, be ready by 6” Topper left your room and shut the door, allowing you to get ready.

You figured that you would wear something ✨spicy✨ since you hadn’t really been out in a while and you most definitely needed your confidence back.

You opted for a black tight-fitted dress that accentuated your curves in all of the right places. After fixing your hair a bit and putting on some light makeup, you went downstairs to go to the party.

You saw the back of Topper’s head as he sat on the couch, likely scrolling through his phone.

“I’m ready” you said, causing Topper to get up and head for the door, his eyes not leaving his phone once.

He held the door open for you and turned his phone off. After locking the door to the house and turning around to head to the car, he saw you.

He had never seen you this dressed up all except for one time; when you were celebrating your 1 year anniversary with JJ.

His mouth went dry at the sight of you, his jaw hanging open until you turned around and smiled.

“Come on, chauffeur. This car ain’t gonna get to the party itself” you joked, grabbing Topper’s attention.

“Oh, yeah. Mhm” Topper swallowed whatever was in his throat, and marched toward the car.

- at the party -

Once you both arrived at the party, Topper immediately went to grab you both some drinks, telling you to stay near the entrance.

“What’s up, Top?” Rafe patted Topper on the shoulder, causing him to turn around.

“Yo what’s up, Cameron?”

“What’s goin’ on? I ain’t seen you in a minute” Rafe slurred, clearly drunk.

“Im sorry, man. I’ve been busy with Y/n and-”

“Y/n? Wait you mean like Y/n L/n?” Rafe looked confused by Topper’s words, as Topper nodded, equally as confused.

“Y/n as in the girl you’ve had a crush on since-” Rafe was interrupted by Topper’s hand flying to cover is mouth, refraining him from continuing his sentence.

“For fucks sake, yes Rafe! That’s the Y/n” Topper whisper shouted as Rafe swatted his hand away.

“Wait is she here? Like right now?” Rafe’s eyes wandered, trying to spot you anywhere.

“Yeah, she’s waiting for me to bring her a drink” Topper excused himself as he made his way back to you.

“A drink for ma lady” Topper jokingly bowed as he gave you your drink, causing you to giggle. God, he loved when you laughed. It was almost angelic.

“Why thank you, my good sir”

Topper offered to hold your drink for you to avoid anything happening to it. You both just wandered around, talking to random people.

“I’ll be right back” you said to Topper as you handed him your drink. He watched you walk away and he smiled to himself. You just looked so perfect.

You squeezed your way through people as you made your way to the bathroom. While sliding through a big group, you felt someone’s hand on your wrist. You looked back to see none other than JJ Maybank.

You immediately swatted his hand off of you.

“Get away from me” you told him.

“I know you don’t want to see me, but can we please talk?” you looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Why? So you can call me a whore again? Call me a cheater again?” you asked, moving a bit further away from him.

“Please, Y/n. I need to talk to you” JJ pleaded as you sighed.

“Fine, what do you want to talk about” you crossed your arms across your chest.

“I’m so sorry for everything. I spoke with Kie & John B. They told me that you felt left out. I’m sorry for no-”

“No” JJ looked at you extremely confused.

“What do you mean no?”

“You’re suddenly sorry because you decided to listen to your friends and hear what was going on from them instead of your girlfriend? Where was this when I tried explaining it to you, huh?” You were now shouting at him, making everyone’s attention turn to you and JJ.

“I gave you everything, JJ. I practically gave up the longest and best friendship I’ve ever had for you. I did all that, just to still get it thrown back in my face” Tears were beginning to form in your eyes as you shouted from all of the build up anger you had inside of you.

“Y/n stop scre-”

“Oh my gawd. I found her Top! You’re right, she does look beautiful tonight” Rafe’s voice boomed over the rest of the party as he made his way to the front of the circle.

You spotted Topper’s face in the crowd and you saw him try to make his way through as he face-palmed himself.

“Rafe-” Topper tried to guide Rafe away from the crowd, not wanting him to further explain.

“Come on, Top. Did you tell her that you’ve been inlo-” Rafe forgot everyone else was there as he nearly exposed Topper’s secret.

“Wait a moment… Why is she with that Pogue again?” Rafe turned to Topper.

“Are they back together? Did that filthy Pogue steal your girl?” Rafe suddenly looked shocked and he looked between you, JJ & Topper.

“Rafe, let’s go” Topper managed to grab him and remove him from the circle entirely.

You just stood there shocked, not entirely sure what just happened.

“You’re with him now?!” JJ said through gritted teeth.

“That’s none of your business, Maybank. If I am, it’s none of your concern”

“I’m done with this conversation. Have a great life, Maybank” you said sarcastically as you pushed him away as walked away.

You continued to the bathroom, your initial destination before you were quite rudely interrupted.

You locked yourself in the small room, immediately sliding against the door, tears beginning to fall.

Tonight wasn’t supposed to go like this. You were supposed to have fun, but instead you were left in pure anger & embarrassment. God, how you hated JJ Maybank.

After wiping your tears and exiting the bathroom, you were met with Topper’s figure.

“You okay, Princess?” Topper looked down at you and you immediately hugged him.

“I want to go home” you mumbled into his shirt.

“Let’s go home then, Princess”

- back at home -

You went straight to your room and removed your makeup and changed into some sweatpants and a sweatshirt. You cursed yourself for wearing waterproof mascara, as it left small black smudges on your under eyes.

You laid in bed and stared at the ceiling as you thought about tonight’s events. Until you were brought out of your little thought bubble by the sound of knocking.

“Come in” you said just above a whisper.

Topper came in and sat on the edge of your bed, per usual.

“You okay?” His hand reached out and gently caressed yours as you shrugged.

“I mean I’ve been worse, so this is nothing” Topper nodded, staring at the floor.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you until you decided to speak up.

“What was Rafe going on about back there?” you looked into Topper’s eyes as he looked at you.

“Uhm- nothing. Don’t wor-”

“Topper Thornton, don’t lie to me” he knew you hated liars. He sighed.

“He was looking for you. That’s all” he shrugged and looked away.

“Somethings telling me that’s not the full truth…” you poked Topper in hopes of him revealing his “secret”.

“Y/n stop!” he shouted in the fit of giggles.

“Tell me!” you laughed as you poked & tickles him harder.

“Fine! He was looking for you because he was going to tell you something about me” you stopped.

“What do you mean?” Topper took a deep breath and sighed.

“Y/n, I’m in love with you. God, I’ve been in love with you since freshman year” You just stared at him as he spoke.

To your knowledge, he wasn’t interested in you at all. He only saw you as a little sister. Maybe that was just his coverup.

“You’ve really been the only person that’s been there for me since 4th grade. Everyone else gave up. I tried so hard to get over you, I really did, but nothing seemed to work” he reached out and held your hand while you were still in shock.

“Topper-” you started.

“Y/n I know you probably don’t feel the same, but I’m just so tired of having to lie and hide how I really feel about you”

“I’m in love with you too, you goofball. I have been since sophomore year. I needed to get over you, as you were out of my league. That’s when I started dating JJ. After we broke up and you offered to let me move in, all of those feelings I felt for you came rushing back” you felt his thumb glide across the back of your hand.

“I tried to hide it, since I didn’t want to ruin our friendship in case you didn’t feel the same, but seeing you everyday just made it so much harder” he only smiled at you.

“But I do love you, Topper. You’ve been my #1 since day 1, my best friend & now my biggest crush” you smiled as he leaned in to kiss you.

His lips pressed against yours as his arms moved to hold your waist, with yours holding the back of his neck.

Your body felt warm all over; this was a new feeling for sure. The kiss was soft & gentle. You felt butterflies; this time it was the good kind.

After pulling away from the kiss, Topper snuggled next to you in bed.

“Woah woah woah, what do you think you’re doing?” you jokingly questioned him.

“Uhh- laying in bed with my girlfriend??”

“Who said I was your girlfriend? You never asked”

“Ah, yes. My apologies, ma lady” Topper apologized as he got up and got down on one knee in front of you.

“Princess Y/n L/n, will you accept this goofball to be your loving boyfriend” Topper spoke in a fancy accent as he presented you with a… rock?

“Of course” you grabbed the rock and placed it on your bedside table as he got up and playfully tackled you onto your bed, kissing you once more as smile grew on both of your faces.

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pankowperfection · 1 year

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Congratulations lovely!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

I think you know what I’m going to request 🙈

Austin with a daddy kink please and thank you in advance if you choose this one 💖

Warnings: 18+, oral (male receiving), daddy kink, slight praise kink

Austin stops his teasing thrusts over your clothed pussy, eyes darkening at what you had just said. "Say it again," he commands, gaze locked with yours as you bite your bottom lip at this new dominant side of him.

"Daddy," the word rolls smoothly off your tongue, feeling right for this moment. He closes his eyes and you think maybe he didn't like it, but when he opens them again, you realize just how wrong you were.

"Oh yeah? You wanna be good girl and suck daddy's cock?" You nod your head eagerly, such vulgar words coming from your normally sweet boyfriend making your heart skip a beat and your panties soaked.

He stands up, quickly removing his shirt and shorts before siting back down on the couch in just his boxers. You drop to your knees on the floor, settling between his legs as your hands massage up his muscular thighs.

"Don't tease," he warns, hand sliding to the back of your head and pulling you towards his aching cock. He lifts his hips slightly, helping you to pull down his briefs and exposing his length to your eyes.

You drool at the sight of him, eager to please as you wrap your hand around his base. You spit onto his tip, using it as lube to start stroking his shaft up and down. He groans, head falling to the back of the couch at the feeling of you squeezing him.

You watch his face closely, leaning down to slowly take him into your mouth. His eyes fly open, gaze intense as he watches you swallow each inch. When he hits the back of your throat he moans loudly, winding his hands into your hair to guide your motions.

"Fuck baby, just like that. Making daddy feel so good." Your pussy clenches around nothing at the arousal in his voice, wrapping your tongue around his shaft as you slide your head up and down. His rough grip in your hair makes you go faster, essentially pulling you up and down at the speed he wants.

You bring your hand up to cup his balls, massaging them gently as he starts to thrust up into your face. You bask in his power, letting him use you to bring himself pleasure. Your other hand slides into your shorts, massaging your clit and moaning over his length.

"Shit - keep making yourself feel good baby. Love when you moan on my cock." You start to rub faster, thighs tensing as your orgasm rushes closer. Each time you moan his cock jumps in your mouth, vibrations bringing him closer to his release.

"I'm gonna cum, want you to cum with daddy." You nod your head as much as you can, letting him know you're close too. A few flicks of your tongue over his tip does him in, hot spurts of cum filling your mouth. The taste of his release turns you on more, pushing you over the edge as you soak your fingers, moaning around his cock.

You lick him clean, letting him go with a pop as you look up at his spent frame. "Taste so good daddy, love making you cum." He starts to harden again, pulling you to your feet and onto his lap. "Such a good girl, I think you earned a reward."

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Gym Crush

TW: degrading kink. Spit kink. Smut. Semi public sex. Smut. Dom!Austin. Language. Oral sex.

SUMMARY: Your gym crush brings your fantasies to life.

WORD COUNT: 2400

REQUESTED

@sweetestdesire asked

Gym sex with Austin North? 😉 bonus points if you add some choking kink. I know you’ll kill it as usual!

Gym Crush

Your eyes couldn't help but fixate on the way his hands wrapped around the metal pole of his current lift. But more than this, you couldn't tear them away as his chest rose and fell in that strained exhale of another count of exercised focus. Almost systematically, he lifted yet another example of his brawn in the same way your teeth held your lip as a captive to such a scene.

His physique was carved by self-discipline that you'd relinquished as you'd used the gym as an excuse to see him. But rearranging a lackluster schedule was well worth any inconvenience to watch him now. Fueling every dirty dream that sent your fingers between your thighs once you'd return home.

Only today, you wouldn't have to find that release on your own...

The second his clear blue gaze found you already observing him, it had initiated some silent game between the two of you. Only the rules were opaque as neither dared to make a move aside from these curious inspections. And it had remained this way until he disappeared from view.

"I'll spot you." A voice sent your skin to chill. You'd only heard him in passing. A phone call or curse beneath his breath in a muscle strained by surprise. But never directed to you. For the surprise, you were only able to nod, as you took the lead in your set. But for what wasn't essential to have a 'spotter', he studied you through scrutiny. Every bend made of your knees and rise of your curves as you counted another full motion sent him to have an excuse to observe you. All the while, you had lost count in the close proximity he made as he began to move along with your squats.

Upon one of the rises where you broke for breath, his lips were at your ear.

"You make it hard for a guy to focus, you know..." He brushed your ear with his lips, a tease to the soft skin offered by this simple trace. Your eyes came closed for only a moment as you couldn't help but wonder how he felt in depth. A wait you seemingly wouldn't need to endure as he seemed to invite you to the locker room set just out of view of the fellow patrons. A silent gaze of this invitation made hollow as you remained still, you swallowed hard in consideration to the stranger's request.

But after weeks of watching him from afar, rearranging your schedule just to see him, you were a bit overeager to follow him into this monetary seclusion.

"You've been watching me..." He explained as you'd curved around the corner of the nearby showers, his chest now bare as he caught your arrival in the mirror set along a string of sinks at his side.

"I only know because I've noticed you too...so either you happen to have the same exact schedule as me..." He now leaned over you, the faintest scent of sweat having been canceled out by that of the mint behind his breath and chosen yet unnamed hair product.

"Or you liked what you saw..." You licked your lips as his eyes fell to the part made from your tongue. Tempted to act, he compromised with himself before tracing the lip left damp.

"Are both sets of lips this wet for me?" Your breath hitched.

"Because I can take care of it...but you have to tell me. Because once you admit you want this..." He moved closer, enough to feel his breath almost intertwined on your own.

"I'll be VERY thorough..." He spoke each word slower than its predecessor as you only focused on the distance between you. Although only a mere hair, it was still to lengthy. Enough to make you break the parting as your fingers wrapped in the back of his wet hair. If any disgust or discomfort came from perspiration prior to him, it was easily ignored joe, if not a bit celebrated.

The second he reciprocated the kiss, you were pulled to meet his lips. Turned towards the wall near the shower, you were left exposed as he retreated as your back tested on the cold tile making up the south wall.

"Eager?" Before you could answer, his hand was set in a slow motion to your sex.

"Oh, you are...but how willing are you? I already know how wet..." One finger made its way into you as he smirked to your gasp.

"And tight...shit! You're gonna feel so good wrapped around me..." The sound of distant steps would prompt him to walk you into the direction of the shower itself. The rings caught on the rod left the cubicle exposed just enough to spot you if noticed. Yet all you could focus on, yet again, had been him.

"Austin..." He explained against your lips, "You should probably know my name because I intend to make you scream it..."

Your lips parted to moan as a second finger made its way into you.

"Go ahead, baby...you can ride it. But you don't get to come yet.." He looked down to the grip you made around his wrist. Both hands tugging in desperation, but s lack of force to how you truly wanted him. Needed him.

"Austin..."

"I've never loved how my name sounded until you moaned it..." He saw the evidence setting into your completion. That drove him away from compassion and into the need to control. That second hand that had been kind in brushing your hair from your face or tracing down your skin had filtered into dominance as it came to a slow wrap around your throat.

"Just when I thought you wanted to be a good girl for me..."

"I do..." You moaned, your voice pathetic with need as he commented to this.

"You were patient enough to go weeks without talking to me...just watching me while you got this wet but you can't listen to me when I tell you to wait?" He tightened the fingers around your throat, applying just enough pressure to allow you to breathe. Just enough.

"Yeah, I noticed. The first time you walked in I noticed...just like I'm going to notice how you struggle to walk out now...After I’m done with you. But if it's because I let you come with me, you better start listening."

"I will-" he swept your lips into silence, a tongue keeping you in quietude as he withdrew his fingers. A moment of stillness brought you to observe the way he lifted those exercised digits to his lips, sucking your excess from his fingers.

"How are you THAT fucking sweet?" He scoffed. "I'll share..." Hollowing your cheeks with a grip to your face, he forced your lips apart. A single projectile of saliva landed on your tongue as his eyes darkened.

"Swallow. Good girls’ swallow..." He explained as you took him into a single gulp.

"Maybe you did learn your lesson. Maybe you do want to be good for me and not just a desperate little slut, huh?" You nodded, the word sour in any other context, but making you clench your thighs together when coming from him. The word almost sacred, if not existing as some sort of a reward.

"Good girls should get to come...don't you think?" His hand now came to your breast, the fabric over your erect nipple now over the back of his hand as he infiltrated your top.

"But I'm not done yet..."

"Please..." As you pleaded, your shirt was removed and your bra was pulled down just enough to reveal your nipple. He took it quickly between his teeth, sucking the skin surrounding it as you arched against them.

"Pretty girls shouldn't beg, either. But you make it sound so good, I could come right now...But I was raised that ladies go first..."

You mewled beneath him, almost bouncing off of the balls of your feet as he pulled his elastic shorts from his hips. Your eyes were quick to descend for a hint of what to expect, as he smirked.

"Curious?" You nodded.

"Then get a feel first...slow..." He guided you over his shaft. From base to tip seemed like an impressive yet endless length and perfect girth to reach every cavern beckoning to him.

"Oh my God..."

"I stretched you out enough...You’ll just have to come if it's too much..." Your eyes rolled as he lifted you against the wall and down onto him. He allowed a moment of adjustment to his shaft before he began a rhythm you were quick to aid.

"Fuck-" You breathed deeply.

"Not yet..."

"It's so good...I-"

"I know baby, you're already shaking..." He groaned against your chest, lips having taken your breast captive as you built to this newly steady pace.

"But unless you want everyone to get the wrong idea about why you come here every Wednesday...you better be quiet..."

"I can't..." You whined.

"I know you can."

"I don't want to...shit! Oh my God! Oh my-"

He was silent until you pulled your arched back at rest. When your eyes opened from the stars forcing your eyes closed, you found him looking at you with grand disapproval.

"Just when I think you wanted to be my good girl...you ended up acting like a whore...I don't fuck whores..." He set you to your feet, his kindness completely absent as he turned to the shower. The dial was set to power as a tepid cascade made you shriek.

"Off." He ordered off your disheveled clothes as you obliged, pants already disposed of prior to the lift made to the wall as you gasped to him now.

"I should still get to come, don't you think?" You nodded.

"Then show me why...I was a bit distracted before...making you come...didn't get to enjoy your expressions...so show me." You paused.

Realizing your hesitance, he took your hand to view before leading your hand to his mouth.

"I am wearing the evidence of why you don't need me to suck your fingers, but I want to as it's the last time I'm touching you..." Your brows furrowed.

"If you come again, I'll take your battered ass to the middle of that gym and fuck you hard enough that you'll never need another cock. But for right know...show me what I missed." He retreated his soles until he rested with the water at his back. You swallowed hard before setting those fingers between your lower lips.

"Open." He ordered as you watched him slowly stroking his cock, the full length admirable from afar just as it had been in depth within you.

"You think of me? When you do that at home?"

You nodded without a moment of shame or consideration.

"Did I live up to your fantasies?"

You bobbed your head in vicious approval.

"Does it make you wanna come again?"

"I could...oh my God...Austin..."

"You want my tongue? Hmm?"

"Please! Yes!"

"Want me to make you come on my cock again? Pulling your hair while you echo all the way back to them? Making them wish they were us?"

"Mmmm...."

"Faster..." He ordered as he moved closer, hands pinning you between his arms as he wouldn't touch you, but allowed you to use your free hand to bring him closer.

"I'm so fucking hard I could come if you breathed on it. You make it look really good... dripping again...But you didn't want to listen."

"I'm sorry. Please. Let me make you come...please..."

"I think we both know If I fuck you again, youll last only a second, and we'll be right back in this position."

"But-"

"Don't worry. You're still gonna make me come. But this time, only me." He smirked as you were guided to your knees. Consensual on your knees, you rounded your hand around his shaft before taking him slowly to the back of your throat.

"Do you remember how you swallowed before? I'm expecting you to do it again. Otherwise you're gonna lick it up off the floor." You swallowed hard.

"Just like that." He teased as you began slowly. The water bounced from his shoulders and down onto you, making it impossible to make out his expressions. Yet it wasn't necessary as he cursed for you, anyhow. The grip made in your hair and the tension of his body beneath you and been evidential alone. If any question remained, the beginning of that salty release would validate his pleasure.

"Shit! Keep going...I'm close." You smirked with pride as he took you harder. Your retching was audible in the echo of your surroundings as if you played to ignorance.

"Mmm..." You moaned to send vibrations over him.

"You better swallow every last drop to make up for being so desperate. Every. Drop." He threatened as he bucked harder onto you, his release sent in spurts as you gathered it for a moment before swallowing him as a whole. He withdrew immediately.

"Wait." He kept you from rising.

"Clean yourself off of me." You obliged, using your tongue and hand for the purpose of cleanliness before he assisted you back to your soles. Once you stood he pulled you before the water.

A palm full of suds were taken to your chest, each breath adored with soft care as you felt him tease you just long enough to question his intentions.

"Not a dirty girl anymore, are you?" You remained silent. Even if sudd dripped down your body, your thoughts were dirty enough to keep you filthy.

"You still want to be, don't you?" You nodded as his hand lowered between your legs.

"How about we get out of here so you can scream as loud as you want next time..."

"I can't wait."

"If you want to come again...you will." He left the shower first, making you flustered, before he offered you a towel.

"Maybe you should tell me your name now?" You offered this as you moved to your own locker to dress in the extra set of clothes left behind, but he caught your arm.

"Just wear my shirt. I have a feeling you'll look better in it..." He offered a tee as you accepted with excitement.

"It's only gonna end up on my floor anyway…'

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oncasette · 1 year

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react by the pussycat dolls is so topper coded. going to a party and getting drunk just to get a rise out of him. dancing with other guys while making direct eye contact, spilling your drink down the front of your shirt and letting another guy lend you their dry one. all for him to spend the night at your place to make sure you’re okay in the morning, a cup of water and two advil on your nightstand. literally just hearing the lyrics i think you might love me to death. the way you do me, boy, you’re too nice and being overwhelmed with how much it resembles your boyfriend.

#topper thornton #topper thornton x reader #austin north #austin north x reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks concept #topper thornton concept

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saltwater-and-woodsmoke · 2 years

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Drunken Confessions || Austin North

Austin’s girlfriend comes home from a night out and spills some secrets

Warnings: fluff, talking about having a family.

I am in the process of moving my writing from my main blog to this one. This is a repost of an old post with some edits.

Austin tried to keep a serious face when his girlfriend of seven years came stumbling into their shared apartment. It was an unusually cool October Friday night, or rather Saturday morning, and Ellie had just arrived home from “girls night” with Madelyn, Bailey, and Elaine. He couldn’t help but wonder if his friends were dealing with the same thing, or if it was just his girlfriend who could barely stand up.

“Well it looks like someone had fun tonight” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to help her stand up straight. “I’d say let’s go to bed right now, but I think I need to get some water in you.”

“Noooo. I wanna go to bed” her voice came out as more of a whine than anything. He held back a laugh as he sat her down on the couch, watching as she sank down into the plush cushions. He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water and silently grabbing two advil before walking over to her.

“I’ll make you a deal, pretty girl, take these and drink all of the water and then we can go to bed, okay?” He told her, handing her both the cup and the medicine and watching as she downed them.

“Bed now?” She asked, looking up at him those same green eyes he’d fallen in love with, clearly on the verge of falling asleep. He smiled, nodding his head as he helped her up and walked her to the bedroom, helping her change her clothes and sitting her on her side of the bed.

“Stay right here. I’m gonna take your makeup off.” He told her before walking into the bathroom and grabbing her makeup wipes. It wasn’t the first time he’d had to take his drunk girlfriend's makeup off in the five years they’d lived together. Deep down, he knew that most men would be complaining about taking care of their drunk significant other, but to him it meant that she’d had fun with the girls, and after the last couple of months, she’d needed that.

He padded back across the hall to the bedroom and again tried not to laugh as he wiped her makeup off and she pulled a face at him. Finally, he moved the blankets and got her properly in bed before removing his own shirt and crawling in beside her, moving to wrap his arms around her. He couldn’t help but smile as she scooted closer to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you for taking care of me, baby” she told him.

“You know I’ll always take care of you.” he mumbled, face squished into his pillow. “Until the end of time baby.” A soft kiss was pressed against his jaw as she hummed in response.

“Austin, can I tell you a secret?” Her voice was low. He just hummed in response, starting to feel sleep take over him. “I want a baby.” If Austin was asleep in any form, he was awake now. He could feel the panic form in his stomach. They were barely twenty-five, were they even ready for that? A million thoughts rushed through his head as he processed the four words she’d just said.

“Hmm, we have a baby. He’s about 45 pounds right now, black, chews on shoes” he gestures vaguely towards the side of the room where their black lab mix, Cruz, was asleep in his bed with his head hanging out on the hardwood floor.

“No, I mean a human baby.” She told him, continuing to kiss his jaw. She knew she wasn’t going to get anything out of him tonight, it was an unspoken rule they had. ‘No sex if one of us is drunk’.

“That sounds complicated. They don’t sell those in stores, Ellie.” He mumbled.l “and besides, I brought it up two years ago when we had the scare and you said you wanted to be married before we had a baby.”

“I know what I said, but I know what I want, now.” She told him, again practically whining. “And that’s a baby, with you. A tiny human that’s half of me, half of you and don’t you dare try to pull that “kids don’t like me” bullshit. I’ve seen you with your nephew. Your eyes light up when you see him.”

“I think it’s time to go to sleep, Ellie.” He told her.

“I want a baby” she told him again, like he hadn’t heard her the first two times she’d said it.

“I know, Eleanor, I know. But let’s go to sleep now.” He was trying not to laugh. A pout sat on her lips as she looked at him.

“But I want a baby.” Her voice was soft, but still had a touch of a whine to it.

“Eleanor Renee, I will gladly give you a baby but you have to be coherent for that. So we can talk about it tomorrow, but please, go to sleep” He moved to place his lips on hers, pouting when she turned her head away from him.

“You promise?” Her green eyes looking up at him.

“I promise” he chuckled,

She pressed her lips against his quickly moved to turn her back to him, pressing herself as closely to him as she could. “Love you”

“I love you too.” and then, she was asleep.

#austin north #topper thornton #obx fic #obx fanfiction #austin north x reader #Austin north x oc #Austin north fluff #obx fluff #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fic #outer banks fluff

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babeydollx · 2 years

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plsss could i request 27 from the smut prompt list with austin? 🙈

Dreaming Out Loud

Warnings: cursing, Y/N dreaming of Austin, oral sex, probs more lmao.

Pairings: Austin North x Female Reader

Summary: in which Y/N has sexual dreams about her boyfriend Austin.

Prompt

27. "Were you dreaming about me again?"

Word Count: 700+

a/n: this is seen from Austin's POV.

I was woken up by Y/N making sounds but, when I look over she's still asleep. I lay there in bed now facing her and watch her. She moved a little in her sleep and I waited for her to make another noise.

"Austin.." She said in her sleep. Was she dreaming about me? I watched her waiting for her to say or do something else in her sleep. "Mm.. yes.." She said softly. Was she having a wet dream about me?

After listening to her make noise and talk in her sleep she eventually wakes up. I smirked when I saw her wake up and look at me. She rubbed her eyes and then corked a brow, looking at me confused.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked.

"You were having a dream?" I asked.

"Why?" She asked with a confused chuckle.

"Oh I dunno, just because you were sleep talking. Y'know, saying my name, making some questionable sounds. Were you dreaming of me again?" I said with a smirk. Her eyes widened when I said what I said.

"I- what did I say?" She stuttered.

"Oh not much, just my name, let out some moans, the usual." I say with a smirk. "Y'know, if you wanted I could give you what dream me gave you in your dream." I say. "All you have to do is tell me what happened." I say with a smirk.

"Well you were uh.. giving me head." She said embarrassedly as she blushed like crazy. I smirked and got between her legs before gently pushing up her oversized top she stole from me and was pleasantly surprised when she wasn't wearing panties or a bra under it.

"Well, do you want me to make your dream happen?" I asked. She nodded and I chuckled slightly. "No, no, baby you know that we use our words." I said.

"Please, Austin. Please make my dream real. Please make me feel good." She begged.

"You don't have to ask me twice." I said with a smirk and kissed her. The kiss was full of love, passion, hunger. If I'm being honest, I needed her just as much as she needed me. I then pulled back and gently pulled at the t-shirt.

"Sit up with your arms up." I say. She did as she was told and sat up before raising her arms. I pulled the oversized shirt over her head and then gently pushed her on her back onto the bed, earning a soft giggle out of her.

I kissed her again and then I began to kiss down her jawline, and her neck until I reached her breasts. I took a quick stop at her breasts, kissing and sucking on them before trailing wet kisses down her chest, stomach, and down to the final destination.

I kissed along her inner thighs, teasing her a little before reaching her core. I looked up at her before licking a long strip up her pussy. She gasped and moaned out softly when I did so. I repeated my actions a few more times before diving right in.

She moaned out and her hands flew to my head, making home in my hair as I ate her out. The fucking sexy sounds she was making was making me become even harder in my pants. I almost couldn't take it but, I had to wait it out for her.

She tugged at my hair a little roughly, earning a groan out of me. She moaned out when I groaned into her. Fuck, she was so hot. After sucking on her clit for a while, I began to tongue fuck her, the feeling driving her wild.

I then felt her sweet pussy begin to clench and I knew that she was about to cum. I tapped her thigh, silently telling her that she could cum. With that she moaned out loudly and her body trembled as she gushed onto my tongue and into my mouth. God she tasted so fucking good.

I managed to pull away from her pink, perfect pussy and leaned up to kiss her. After a few minutes of kissing she pulled back.

"Well, I should go take a shower." She said but I stopped her.

"Hold on baby, I'm not done yet." I say with a smirk.

a/n: I hope y'all liked this fic!

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cherienymphe · 3 months

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Ocean Eyes

Austin North x Reader x Drew Starkey

Summary: Your boyfriend and his best friend have a lot in common. For one thing, they both like watching the other fuck you.

warnings: unprotected sex, voyeurism, threesome, mentions of cockwarming, p*rn with a plot

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When your boyfriend’s best friend said he wanted to watch one night, you were a little too tipsy to take him seriously, let alone consider the awkward aftermath of such a request. Everyone was drinking and saying things they didn’t really mean or give a second thought to, so naturally you figured the other man was no exception. You let out a light laugh as his words reached your ears beyond the low music, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend from behind.

“You’ll have to ask Austin.”

Your tone was light, words slurring just a tad as you said it before resting your cheek against his back. You could feel the vibration as he laughed, hand reaching up to rest over yours on his stomach. When he threaded his fingers through yours, you lifted your gaze, catching his eye as he glanced over his shoulder. There was a small smirk on his pink lips before he glanced over to the third party in this conversation.

“Yeah, sure,” he lightly said. “Why not…”

It was his shrug and the shared chuckle between the two that led you to believe it was all jokes.

However, an hour and a half later, when Austin was leading you upstairs by the hand—and Drew was only a step behind—you started to think that the conversation wasn’t as lighthearted as you’d led yourself to believe. You gave the other man a weird look over your shoulder, convinced he was just taking a joke too far, but when his blue eyes met yours, there was an excited glint there that gave you pause.

“Wait, you guys are serious?” you finally wondered to your boyfriend, blinking at him with parted lips when Drew followed you both into the room.

Austin’s hands were on your waist as he pulled you against him, chest flush with yours, and you didn’t know if you should blame it on the alcohol, but you couldn’t ignore the excited flip in your stomach when you heard the lock click behind you. The faint sound of music bled through the walls, reminding you of the party still going on downstairs.

“It’s Drew,” was his simple response, shrugging at you like the other man was practically nothing. “Just pretend like he’s not even there.”

Those last words were a whisper as he leaned in, lips grazing yours almost unsurely, as if testing the waters and giving you time to back out. Drew, your boyfriend’s best friend—and your friend—was very quiet, making it easy to do just as Austin suggested. You were deep in thought as you looked between his eyes, thinking about how much you really wanted to have sex with your boyfriend.

There had never been a time when you wanted to have sex with him, and you didn’t have sex with him. You were starting to understand less and less why tonight needed to be a first just because Drew was sitting in the corner. You knew that if you looked over at him, you’d lose your nerve, and you didn’t want to. Reaching up, you covered Austin’s hands with your own, humming to yourself.

“Okay,” you whispered in a small voice, just loud enough for him. “He’s not even there.”

You kept that in mind as Austin kissed you, allowing your eyes to close and kissing him back. The alcohol in your system definitely helped with the nerves that were threatening to take over, and you had to remind yourself that Drew only wanted to watch. It wasn’t like anyone was suggesting more than that, and the thought of that was so nerve-wracking that your current reality seemed like nothing in comparison.

It wasn’t long before you were kissing your boyfriend and touching him the same way you did when you two were alone. In fact, when he was propped up on the bed and your knees were on either side of his waist, you’d forgotten about Drew entirely. You were only concerned with being as close to Austin as possible, one hand traveling down his torso before stopping at the waist of his pants.

He huffed when you did, and you giggled at his frustration.

You could feel how hard he was, and the only thing that prevented you from prolonging the inevitable was how badly you wanted him inside of you. When one of his hands grabbed yours, you didn’t stop him, smiling into the kiss as your hand was guided past the fabric. Sliding past another layer of fabric, your fingers grazed the length of him, wrapping your hand around him and feeling satisfied at the shudder you felt.

With one arm curving around your waist, Austin lied back completely before rolling you both over. He was moving to gently push at the bottom of your skirt while you stroked him, hand sliding and gently twisting around his cock. Soft lips met the expanse of your neck, and you threw your head back to give him more room, a soft moan escaping your lips.

You were still stroking him when his fingers grazed over you, a thin layer of fabric preventing skin to skin contact that was quickly removed. The cool air against your wet pussy lips forced a shiver down your spine, but another quickly followed for a whole other reason, and your chest arched up against your boyfriend’s.

One long finger stroking your walls felt like a tease, and when he added a second, your toes curled. Whatever moan was threatening to climb out of your throat was swallowed by his lips, mouth covering yours in a hungry kiss. The feel of his fingers inside of you almost made it hard to concentrate on caressing his cock, fist tightening ever so slightly around him and pulling a groan from his mouth.

His other hand was just dipping underneath your shirt before he pulled away completely.

“Get this off,” he murmured, helping you pull the thin fabric over your head.

He wasted no time in reaching for your bra, easily unhooking it, the pink thing thrown haphazardly on the floor somewhere just as he leaned down. When his lips covered one of your breasts, a hardened bud against his tongue, you reached up to thread your fingers through his blond locks. Your gaze was on the ceiling even though your lashes kept fluttering, eyes open half the time.

You were intently focused on getting naked, happily lifting your hips when he reached down to pull at your skirt. Determined to be on even ground, you tugged at his shirt, and you smiled up at him when he sat up to give you what you want. However, when Austin reached behind his head to yank it off, your eyes caught sight of someone you’d wholly forgotten about.

Drew’s gaze was intensely focused on the sight before him.

The reminder of his presence had actually given you pause, a brief feeling of self-consciousness filling you. You figured it was noticeable, because your attention was pulled away from the other man, Austin’s hand resting on your cheek as he softly pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was tender, meant to be reassuring, and it did its job.

“He’s not even here,” your boyfriend whispered against your lips. “It’s just you and me.”

You nodded, repeating those words to yourself, teeth pressing into your lip when you helped him get his pants off. From the corner of your eye, you were reminded of Drew’s presence again, but you forced yourself to keep your gaze on Austin’s cock, reaching for it as you sat up. Not wanting to see Drew at all—knowing you’d probably lose all your nerve if you so much as made eye contact with him—you leaned over and wrapped your lips around the length of your boyfriend.

Cheeks hollowed and hand around the base of him, you bobbed your head and slid your lips over what you could reach. You didn’t ease into it, satisfied at the sound of Austin’s sharp intake of breath, and you only grew more comfortable at the feel of his fingers massaging over your scalp. It was a soothing feeling that contrasted against the heat between your legs, making your eyes roll.

You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching between them, touching yourself. You brushed your fingers over your clit before sliding them between your folds with ease, moaning at the feel, the vibrations traveling to his cock. The sounds of your mouth were loud in the room, saliva coating his length and making the glide of your tongue along his shaft seamless.

Again, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or simply getting caught up in being with your boyfriend, but you’d once again forgotten about Drew on the other side of the room. When Austin pulled you off of him, hands on your cheeks as he pressed his mouth to yours, you could only moan into the kiss as he pushed you back.

With your back flat against the bed, you parted your legs with ease. A hand was on each ankle as your boyfriend bent them, making himself comfortable between your thighs before pushing his hips forward. The tip of him grazed you, making you suck in a breath between your teeth, and when he just barely slid past your lips, you exhaled. When he continued moving closer, you threw your head back, lips parted, and you didn’t even realize his name fell from your lips once he’d completely sheathed himself inside of you.

No time was wasted, Austin’s thrusts already picking up a steady rhythm. His knees were pressed into the bed as he towered over your frame, and your own knees were slowly pushed towards your chest. You were hyperaware of the length of his cock at this angle, thighs pressed together with the soles of your feet on his stomach. Every pull pulled a shudder from you, and you groaned his name again.

Every thrust made you wetter, Austin pulling out until only the tip remained before thrusting back inside of you to the hilt with ease. Your lashes kept fluttering, and you got lost in the feel of him fucking you. You were half focused as you trailed your hands up towards your chest, touching yourself and pressing your head into the pillow. You heard your boyfriend curse, and you turned your head to the side, barely peeling your eyes open.

You briefly tightened around Austin.

Your gaze met a familiar blue one, and you couldn’t stop the way your stomach flipped at the reminder that you were being watched. Drew wasn’t even touching himself, just sitting on the loveseat in the corner of the room, unwavering gaze focused on you. It did something to you that you didn’t know how to explain, fluttering around your boyfriend’s cock again.

His best friend’s hands were occupied, one wrapped around a beer and the other just resting on his leg when you lowered your eyes. You watched the way his fingers occasionally twitched—as if he desperately wanted to do something with them. Such a thought just made you wetter, and to your dismay, it was noticeable. A soft laugh reached your ears, and when you turned your head forward, Austin was grinning at you.

It was mischievous and haughty and proud all in one—you’d been caught.

You liked that Drew was watching you, his blue gaze focused on the way your boyfriend fucked you into the mattress. You never thought you would like to be watched, something you’d never entertained thoughts of before, but there was a brief wonder if it had nothing to do with being watched…but being watched by Drew.

When Austin lowered your feet and parted your thighs, you gasped. You were so pleased at the feel of him completely lowering himself against you that you didn’t care how he chose to maneuver you both along the bed. His face was pressed into the crook of your neck, leaving kisses along the skin, and your legs were completely spread to accommodate him as his knees found comfort underneath your thighs.

Your hands ran along his back, nails grazing his skin and occasionally pressing into it. When his lips trailed over your jaw before covering yours, you moaned into the kiss. All the while his thrusts didn’t stop, the force of them jostling the bed, and when you could feel yourself dripping around him that’s when your position registered in your brain.

Drew had the perfect view of Austin’s cock sinking into you, stretching you out and sliding between your folds.

The realization turned you on so much that you could feel that familiar tightening deep within your gut. Your nails scratched along your boyfriend’s back, a choked gasp leaving your lips. You attempted to lift your hips, meeting his thrusts and feeling almost…feral. Your moans and whimpers filled the room, hands sliding over his arms when Austin pushed himself up to hover over you. Your legs fell around him as he repeatedly hit something inside of you that made your breath hitch.

Your boyfriend leaned down to kiss you again, and when he pulled away, your eyes lowered.

Underneath his arm, you could see Drew, your gazes connecting. The sight of him staring at you made you clench down on Austin’s cock again, and it was hard to swallow down your moans. You felt hot and tingly all over—as you always did—but it was so much more in this moment. You couldn’t stop staring at Drew, and when he lifted his arm, bringing the neck of the bottle to his lips, something about the way his eyes glinted in that moment sent you over the edge.

You wrapped your legs around your boyfriend as you came, unable to hold back the sharp gasps that left you. You clung to him, squeezing your eyes shut and trembling at the knowledge that Drew was watching you come. Your own orgasm triggered Austin’s, the blond finishing inside of you, and his thrusts grew slow, lazily pushing into you as you milked his cock.

There was a loud roaring in your ears, and you knew that Austin said something, but you didn’t hear what it was. Stars floated in your vision, and you had the brief thought that you’d never come that hard in your life. You were still catching your breath when your boyfriend pulled out of you, and your hearing only just returned as you watched Drew come back into the room.

You hadn’t even noticed him leave.

You looked between them as he handed your boyfriend a small towel, and you realized that Austin had been speaking to him, not you. When he kissed down your frame, small towel in hand to clean up the mess between your legs, your gaze traveled to the other man standing by the bed. Any hint of self-consciousness you’d felt before was now gone, and all that remained was a dull heat, unable to make sense of your thoughts as you forced yourself to break eye contact.

You’d thought that things would be awkward. After all, it wasn’t every day that your mutual friend wants to see you and your boyfriend have sex, and it wasn’t every day that you two follow through on the suggestion. Everyone had been drinking and feeling bolder than usual, so you figured at best, things would be awkwardly written off as uncharacteristically drunken antics, and at worst, you wouldn’t be able to look your friend in the eye ever again.

You had never considered a third option.

You were sitting in Austin’s lap—not unusual—and despite the fact that your eyes were on the screen, you weren’t actually focused on any part of the movie. Carlacia and Madelyn were mostly talking through it anyway despite how hushed the conversation was. No, something else was going on that had all of your attention.

Your boyfriend’s fingers were dancing along your waist. It was a normal thing for him to do whenever you were near. It was even normal for them to barely dip into the waistline of your jeans occasionally, fingertips gently grazing the skin there. His other hand was on your arm, and his chin rested on your shoulder, and he’d periodically turn his head to kiss the skin just under your ear.

None of these things were abnormal.

Drew observing all of these things was abnormal.

The dirty blond was seated on the couch across from you, and despite your fixated gaze on the TV, his own stare was obvious out of the corner of your eye. It was odd, it was new, and under any other circumstances, you might’ve jokingly said something—a snarky or teasing comment always ready at the back of your mind. However, there was one simple fact that made you bite your tongue.

Austin knew that Drew was staring.

You didn’t know how you knew that, but the fact of the matter was that you did.

Maybe it was in the way Austin chose to sit down directly across from his best friend, pulling you into his lap. Maybe it was the silence between them and lack of interaction with everyone else, used to the odd comment or discussion about whatever was happening on screen. Or maybe it was the way Austin would sometimes stare straight ahead at Drew, not even pretending to pay attention to the movie even if only for a few seconds.

Drew was watching you…your boyfriend knew…and he was feeding into it.

Why?

The most obvious answer seemed the craziest to you. After all, it was one drunken night that you chose not to read too much into. Apparently, you were the only one to hold that sentiment, quickly looking away when you glanced over, eyes meeting a familiar blue pair. You fought to ignore the way your face heated up, telling yourself you only felt weird because Austin and his best friend refused to act normally about this.

You didn’t want to acknowledge how you still thought about Drew’s stare as he watched Austin slide his cock into you. You tried not to linger on how much it had turned you on to hold his gaze while your boyfriend fucked you, fingers twitching and possibly yearning for something to touch. You kept telling yourself that things could go back to normal if it weren’t for the two blondes playing whatever game they decided they liked.

It wasn’t just you sitting in Austin’s lap during a movie. It was the other week when he’d kissed the back of your neck, just barely bending you against the counter in the kitchen. Drew had been on the other side. It was last Tuesday when your boyfriend twirled you in the new dress he bought you, asking Drew what he thought—something he’d never done before. It was yesterday when you bought a milkshake, Austin suggesting that you let Drew have a taste too despite the fact that there was only one straw.

No one was more relieved than you when the movie ended, and your friends started to leave your boyfriend’s place one by one. You looked forward to being able to finally relax, and you tried to ignore the way Drew lingered, seeing the rest of your friends off alongside you. You convinced yourself that he would be leaving right after he used the restroom, but the way Austin pulled you into his lap the moment he disappeared had you second guessing yourself.

“Drew’s still here,” you whispered to him when his lips met yours.

When he barely pulled away, his blue eyes searched yours. Your boyfriend’s arms were circled around your waist, and there was an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite name. Despite that, your heart still skipped a beat in your chest at the sight of it, and for some reason, a warm sensation settled between your legs when Austin pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Is that okay…?” he softly wondered, something else unspoken in that question.

There was no alcohol in your system today, so whatever answer you gave to the silent question in his eyes when he pulled away would be all you. There wouldn’t be anything you could blame it on, and you swallowed at the thought of what happened that night no longer being confined to a drunken and impulsive choice at a party. Your heartbeat felt so heavy and loud, but the twisting sensation deep in your gut overpowered that.

It was a reluctant admission, but you liked having Drew watch, breath shaky at the mere memory of his eyes on you while Austin was inside of you. It brought on a kind of arousal you didn’t think was possible for you, and you knew that your eyes told an answer before your lips did by the way the corner of Austin’s mouth curved upwards just so slightly.

“Yes,” you barely breathed. “That’s okay.”

You closed your eyes when he kissed you again, his hands sliding to the small of your back. The TV was off, and the only light that bled into the living room came from the kitchen. You felt more nervous than last time, and you almost wished that you did have a shot of something in your system. When Austin got your jeans off, your panties going with them, you were embarrassed by how wet you already were.

When your boyfriend’s fingers touched you, the soft laugh that reached your ears was more sly than humorous.

You didn’t need to admit to him that you were turned on by Drew watching him fuck you—it was obvious. Not only was it evident in the way you were already dripping at the thought, but also in the way you pulled at your boyfriend and his clothes, needing him naked and on top of you in any way.

Your knees were pressed into the couch, hands digging into the arm of the couch, when you glanced up. Austin was behind you, a hand on your hip while his other stroked himself. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your chest, even more so at the sight of a familiar figure standing at the entrance to the living room.

The light of the kitchen behind him created a shadowy outline of your friend, but you could still make out his features. His blue eyes sparkled in the limited lighting, and you didn’t miss the way his tongue darted out to touch his lip. Austin’s fingers danced up your spine before he slid his cock into you in one smooth thrust.

The swift intrusion made you gasp, and you dug your nails into the fabric of the couch. Your boyfriend’s cock was soaked in your essence in no time, each thrust smoother than the last as you only grew wetter at the sight of Drew watching you. With no TV or music on, the rest of the house was quiet.

The only thing that could be heard was Austin’s soft grunts, the gasps and whimpers you tried to bite back, and the lewd wet sounds of your boyfriend’s cock plunging into your cunt. You almost felt ashamed of how wet you were, but you couldn’t find it in you to. You eagerly pushed back against Austin’s movements, meeting his thrusts.

You lowered your head for just a moment, unable to hold it up. The sound of skin slapping against skin soon reached your ears as his thrusts became rougher. You closed your eyes, focusing on the feel of your boyfriend’s cock easily sliding along your walls, stroking that fire inside of you and making your toes curl. Austin bent over you, and you shuddered when his lips grazed your ear.

“Can he touch you?”

The question was evenly whispered into your ear, the nature of it startling you, making you lift your head.

Your lips parted at the sight of Drew standing so close, now. You hadn’t even heard him move, and Austin’s lips were still at your ear as you stared at his best friend, your lashes fluttering at the feel of the long and slow movements he’d now adopted. A drawn-out moan crawled from your throat when your boyfriend completely pulled out before slowly dipping his cock back into you.

Your arms gave an answer before your lips could.

You reached out towards the blond before you with one hand, the other twisting into the fabric of his shirt. His hand was tight on yours, steadying you as the force of Austin’s thrusts jostled you. You were surprised to feel Drew’s free hand on your face, thumb brushing along your lips and pulling at them. It wasn’t hard to imagine what he was thinking about when he slipped his thumb past them, and without even thinking about it, you wrapped your lips around the appendage.

At the glint that passed through his gaze, you sucked on it.

You were so close, and you knew your boyfriend could tell. He could always tell, and you only moaned his name when his hand rested on your throat, pulling you back against his chest as he sat up. The hand that was intwined with Drew’s guided it to your chest, and your eyes rolled at the feel of him taking your nipple between his fingers.

“I’m…” you gasped, words dying in the air as your breath hitched.

Austin’s thrusts were growing sloppy, uneven, and you could feel your own body starting to tighten.

“Fuck, look at you.”

Drew’s voice had you mentally tumbling, clenching down on Austin just after he started to spill inside of you. You frantically grabbed both of Drew’s hands as you did, tightly squeezing them as you came around your boyfriend—hard. Drew didn’t let go, keeping hold of your hands as he watched you push back against Austin, still fucking yourself onto his softening cock.

There was a dull buzzing beneath your skin all over, and you were very aware of Austin’s fingers harshly pressing into the skin of your waist and Drew’s hands against your clammy ones. Every lazy push onto your boyfriend made you shudder some more, remnants of your orgasm still passing through you, and if he minded the overstimulation, he didn’t protest. A thin layer of sweat coated your skin.

When the other blond pulled out of you, you collapsed in Drew’s arms, fighting to catch your breath. When your boyfriend said something about running you a bath, you only gave a hum and a lazy nod, eyes drooping as you rested your cheek against Drew’s torso. You didn’t want to let go of his hands, and you desperately tried not to read into that.

If anyone noticed the way Drew’s fingers would graze your waist when he walked by, they didn’t speak on it. You hoped that no one would think anything of him resting his hands on your shoulders sometimes or the way he was always the last one to leave Austin’s place whenever he had people over. You liked to think that you and Austin being the last to leave his place maybe evened it out.

You were addicted to the overwhelming feel of your boyfriend’s cock inside of you and his best friend’s eyes on you.

The first time had been an impulsive alcohol fueled decision. The second time had been a sober level-headed one by all accounts, a reluctant silent admission of what you wanted. The third and fourth and fifth time was pure indulgence of unrestrained desires, gaze meeting a familiar blue pair every time as you put on a show for him.

Sometimes he’d stand near, pinning your hands down while Austin fucked you or fisting his hands into your hair while you moved your mouth over your boyfriend’s cock. Each time, Drew got a little more bolder and participated a little more, never kissing you…never fucking you…but leaving you wishing that he had.

You thought of the times you came around Austin while staring at Drew. One leg on the counter chair while Drew watched from the living room. Holding his gaze as he stood behind the couch, watching you push yourself down onto Austin’s cock over and over again. Head hanging off the bed as you stared into his eyes upside down, your boyfriend curving his hips into yours.

You knew it was only a matter of time.

…and sometimes you wanted it, usually in the heat of the moment when you could only think about being held down and fucked into the bed. However, once the moment passed, you sometimes found yourself wondering if that was a good idea. The situation you found yourself in was already messy, and actually having sex with the other blond man would just make things messier.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Already he touched you and navigated around you like he was your second boyfriend instead of whatever he actually was. It wasn’t something that was ever discussed—at least to your knowledge—and Austin didn’t seem to mind whenever his best friend would touch you and stroke you and cup your chest. That was fun in the name of the heat of the moment though, and it was fun that never progressed into anything more.

It never occurred to you that Drew and Austin were on the same page.

…and only waiting for you to catch up.

The moment Chase left the house, Austin guided you to your feet, his cock slipping out of you with a soft ‘pop’. Keeping your boyfriend nice and warm inside of you had tested you more than you thought it would. Especially around your friends who were none the wiser—all except one. Drew’s heated gaze told you that he knew what was going on even if Austin never did, and every brush of your thighs as you walked to his room only made your arousal worse.

You could only focus on chasing your high when you finally sank yourself down onto Austin’s cock. It was still wet from your juices, enveloping him with ease as you dripped down your thighs. You both let out the same soft sigh, your boyfriend’s hands immediately finding a home on your waist. For the first time in a month, you forgot all about the other person in the room.

Your hands were flat against Austin’s chest, steadying yourself to slide up and down his cock. You kept pulling yourself up until only the tip remained before completely covering him again, lashes fluttering. When you leaned over to kiss him, he grinned into it, arms snaking around your waist before bending his knees, pushing himself up into you.

The shock of it made you gasp, nails pressing into his shoulder as he sat up. You circled your hips in his lap, your boyfriend’s lips grazing over your collarbone and teeth nipping at the skin of your chest. When his hand slid from your waist and up in between your breasts, you let your head fall back. The same hand slowly snaked around your throat as he pushed himself to his knees, and with your head almost touching the mattress, he jerked his hips into yours.

You moaned at the feeling, and when your eyes focused, you were reminded of Drew’s presence.

Even upside down, the intensity in his gaze was undeniable, and you could only think about both of their hands on you. Too many times you thought about Drew’s lips on yours or the feel of his weight pressing down on you or what his cock would feel like inside of you. As Austin thrust into you again, you let out a choked whine.

“Fuck me,” you moaned, hand reaching out to him.

You didn’t miss the smirk that danced along his lips as your words reached his ears. Austin pulled you upright then, pulling you into a kiss as he fell back. You were eager to start working your hips over him again, sliding yourself down onto him and clenching every time you lifted yourself. When you sat up straight, hands pressed to his stomach, your boyfriend was grinning up at you.

You didn’t quite understand why until a hand curled around your throat.

Your gasp was loud—from both shock and excitement—and when Drew pulled your head back, his lips covered yours. The kiss was hungry and head-spinning, his other hand covering a breast while Austin had a tight grip on your hips, lifting his own hips and still fucking you. Drew’s hand tightened just a tad on your throat, and you moaned into his mouth.

When both of his hands slid down, he pulled you off of your boyfriend.

Back flat against the bed, you looked up at him in wonder as he got undressed, Austin briefly sliding two fingers into you, curling them and making you excitedly jolt. When Drew made himself comfortable between your legs, he was stroking himself, and you watched with parted lips. It was only just hitting you that you were about to fuck someone who wasn’t your boyfriend, and when Drew dragged you closer, your stomach flipped.

When the head of his cock pressed against your opening, you excitedly rolled your hips. He chuckled at that, tightening his grip and holding you in place. As he slid into you inch by inch, cock brushing along your lips, you let out a silent moan, mouth formed into an ‘O’ shape.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he breathed, resting against you and basking in the feel of you wrapped around him. “She’s choking me.”

His awe didn’t last for long, pulling back before swiftly thrusting back into you. The bed shook from his movements, and just when you were about to reach down and touch his hands, Drew grabbed one of your legs. He pushed it towards you, resting his hand on the bed there to keep it in place, your leg bending over his arm. The new angle had you gasping, his cock hitting something in you that wouldn’t allow you to catch your breath.

You could admit to yourself now that you’d wanted this since that first night. You hadn’t just been turned on by the sight of him watching you, but in the back of your mind, there was curiosity about what it’d feel like too. You recalled the twitch of his fingers, and how on some subconscious level, you’d known it was you he wanted to touch.

Your nails pressed into his shoulders, this new length and girth making you flutter around him. It was just like you imagined, feeling stretched out and so full in a different way than what you were used to, squirming beneath him to adjust. He snapped his hips against yours, gaze lowering every so often to focus on where he disappeared into you. You followed his lead, mesmerized by the glistening of his cock, the length covered in your essence and evidence of how badly you wanted him.

His free hand was pressed into your hip so firmly that you knew it would probably bruise.

You liked the thought for some reason, a shudder passing through you at the thought of walking around with a mark given by him. Every push of his cock into you resulted in you clenching down on him, as if trying to pull him back in and keep him there. You were thankful when he let your leg fall, letting you wrap your legs around him, hooking your ankles at the small of his back.

With your head just at the edge of the bed, you were unsurprised to see Austin approaching you, his hands resting on your cheeks as you tilted your head back. Opening your mouth for him, you let him dip his cock into it, sliding his length along your tongue. You could feel Drew nipping at you, teeth grazing your skin, and you shuddered at the onslaught of sensations. You only had a brief reprieve when he flipped you over, hands pressing into the bed just as he pulled you back onto him.

Your boyfriend’s hand found a home in your hair, pulling your face closer to him. His cock went in easier this time, gliding back and forth over your tongue. You sucked in your cheeks, sliding your mouth over the length of him, a moan escaping at an intentional thrust from Drew, and Austin groaned at the feel. When his hands tightened against your scalp, you relaxed your jaw.

You couldn’t deny the way you tightened around Drew as Austin fucked your face, hips gently surging forward as he used your mouth. When you looked up at him, your gaze met his, and your heart fluttered at the way he cupped your face. You noted that you could taste yourself on him, and you held his blue eyes with your own while Drew continued to plunge his cock into you, chasing both of your highs. The heavy breathing from both of them affected you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching down and touching yourself, the tips of your fingers lightly meeting Drew’s cock.

When Austin came onto your tongue, he stilled in your mouth, sighing above you before partially pulling out. He stroked himself onto your tongue, lightly tapping the tip of him against it, and only pulling away when he was satisfied. When you came around Drew, your head fell back down against the bed, stomach tightening as you shuddered beneath him.

He didn’t stop fucking you even when you collapsed, hips slapping against your backside until he finally came too, thrusts growing sloppy and slow as he finished inside of you. You were still trembling when he did, vision just a tad fuzzy, and when your boyfriend laid down beside you—still out of breath—you rested your head on his shoulder.

Drew took his time pulling out of you, and you felt so wet and satisfied and exhausted. You could feel him tracing patterns into the skin of your back after a while, and when your boyfriend started playing with your fingers, you only worried about who you were going to shower with.

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kook besties with the big 3

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In honor of OBX3 coming out!

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Home for Christmas

Austin North x fem!reader

Summary: Austin’s finally home for Christmas after three months away filming and you just can’t wait to be back in his arms... and his bed.

A/N: It’s been forever I know but I hope I haven’t lost my writing touch lol. Either way I hope you like this one! It was actually meant to be cute and fluffy but it’s Austin, so y’know 😂😂

Warnings: Smut, dom! Austin, daddy kink, oral (both receiving), dirty talk

It had been three lonely months without Austin. Sure you had FaceTimed and called but it had been impossible for you to get out to where he was filming. You hadn’t held him, got to touch his stubbly face and kiss him in the morning like you’d been used to doing.

His family had been great. Inviting you over for meals, offering you to stay, even his sister took you out a few times to make sure you were doing ok. They were like a second family for you - and your bond with them only assured Austin that he had made the right decision to be with you and eventually marry you too.

“Honey don’t worry, he’ll be back soon,” his mom reassured you as you sat on the chair near the door at his house. He was due back today, FINALLY. You had waited three months too long for this. You couldn’t wait to hold him again. Sure the phone calls and FaceTimes had been wonderful as always but they weren’t the same as being able to kiss him and touch him.

“I’m so nervous, I don’t know why,” you mused. Your eyes laser focused on the door, you listening out for the sound of the keys in the lock. Anything. You needed him back now and knowing he was due back any minute had you on complete edge. You curled into the chair, wearing another of his old hoodies you had stolen from his wardrobe. Every call whilst he was away had started ‘babe is that my hoodie?’. You’d always nod gleefully and he would smile back, looking at you through the screen with so much love you thought you’d burst.

Your heart leaped into your mouth when you finally heard the jangle of the keys in the lock. After so long he was home. You fought back the urge to burst out into tears as you waited for the moment that door flung open. Anticipation built in your chest, you felt sick, excited and everything in between. As the door opened, you leapt to your feet, running up to him and wrapping yourself around him tightly, happy tears freely flowing now.

He was smiling, chuckling as he held onto you, dropping his duffel bag on the floor in the hall and embracing you tightly with both arms. You wouldn’t let go and neither would he, your arms locked around each other as you buried your head into his neck and snuggled up to him. He held you close too, never letting go as he embraced you tightly. The whole thing had been caught on video by his mom. No doubt something for social media later.

“Baby I missed you,” you choked out, finally pulling away a little so you could see his face. You noticed a little tear falling from his eye too and you moved your hand to wipe it away. He tried to do the same with you but you batted him away with a giggle. “Unless you have a towel, I wouldn’t bother,” you said, laughing. You leant in again, finally pressing your lips against his and remembering every sensation you’d missed so much.

The way his stubble rubbed against your smoother skin, the way he smelt of the perfect mix of cologne and him, and the way his body was pressed so tightly against yours. You made out for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only 15 seconds, as his hand moved to the back of your neck. His cold fingers made your whole body shiver and you giggled as he tapped his fingers against your neck like he always did.

“Sorry I’m hogging him,” you laughed, stepping back so everyone else - his mum, dad and sister - could greet him too. Having heard the commotion, the two family dogs also came into the room and immediately ran up to him. He dropped to the floor, sitting down there as they fussed around him in excitement whilst he was equally happy to be back too.

Their big brother was home.

After he had spent a little time with his family and you, he mooted the idea of a shower before dinner.

“Coming up with me?” he asked you from your position cuddling him on the couch. Your knees were up to your chest, your head resting on him with his arm wrapped around you tightly and lovingly rubbing your side. He was snuggled into you, the scent of him, the way he held onto you and the way he kissed your shoulder and cheek made you melt into him even more.

“Can’t we just stay like this?” you whined, burying your face into his neck and placing a quick kiss there. You smiled into the kiss, making him smile too.

“We can get straight back to it after. Promise.” You agreed. I mean, did you ever disagree with him? He would always have ways to convince you and so he made both of your excuses and you trudged up the stairs behind him, sneaking a look at his bum as you did.

Now alone completely, you shut the door behind you and turned to him, wrapping your arms around him and embracing him so tightly. “I missed you so much,” he mumbled before leaning in for a passionate kiss. He was so gentle with his lips against yours, but you could feel that fiery passion bubbling up behind them.

“I missed you too,” you replied, “Next time I’m quitting my job and flying out with you.” He laughed sweetly as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Yes you are,” he remarked, “I missed you so much.” You smiled at his words, your hands on his sides and his wrapped around your waist. “So fucking much.” His lips made their way to yours again before he was kissing down your jaw and to your neck. There was a weak spot behind your ear he’d discovered and since he had, he’d always make sure to send you crazy with a kiss there.

The feeling made you push into him a little, your hips having a mind of their own as he focused on kissing and nipping at that weak spot. He had come to love your reaction to that, a giggle when he first found it but now it always left you eliciting a loud moan. Hearing that sound from you was enough to make an ache form in his pants and as he continued to kiss there, the moans and the whimpers of his name only got louder and more frequent.

He moaned loudly as you wiggled your hips against him before pulling away for a moment, looking for the remote to the speaker before he quickly switched some music on to muffle the sounds he was now sure you’d both be making. The sound of him moaning only made you moan more and you couldn’t believe one man could make you feel that good just from kissing your neck.

“Missed you so much,” he mumbled as he pulled away, kissing down your neck to your collarbone before the hoodie got in the way. He stepped back, lifting the material over your head, a strappy top underneath not leaving much to the imagination at all. He kissed down your body, tugging the material lower so he could get access to your collarbone more and then your breasts. “Missed this,” he said between kisses, lips trailing all over your body as he discarded the material to around your waist once more. His focus was solely on you.

“You have too many clothes on,” you told him, tugging his over shirt off him first, followed by his t-shirt and then his sweatpants. He was now just in his boxers.

“How come I’m nearly naked and you’re still more or less fully clothed?” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“I’m more convincing,” you teased, before lifting your own top over your head and chucking it somewhere around the room. You took his hands in yours and placed them on the waistband of your leggings. He didn’t need to be asked twice and tugged them down your legs for you, you stepping out of them and leaving you in just a pair of panties. He licked his lips, finally getting to see your body in all its glory for the first time not through a screen in three long months.

“Let me show you how much I missed you Austi,” you said, your hands running down his sides to the waistband of his boxers. He stopped your hands before they were able to pull them off.

“No let me show you first,” he said with a playful sense of dominance which only had you growing wetter by the second. He pushed your panties down, his eyes focused on you as he took in the view in front of him. That alone made him swell in his boxers but he shook it off to make sure his focus was on making you feel good.

“Lie down,” he gently ordered you, you nodding as you shuffled back onto the bed. You spread your legs so he could nestle himself between them, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could watch him. He settled himself between your legs and looked at you in anticipation before he finally connected his lips with your soaking wet core. He licked a strip up and down your core a few times, spreading the wetness that was slowly seeping out of you. Your hands flew down to his hair, tugging on it as he used his tongue to run a long strip up and down your folds, focusing for a moment on your clit with little swirls of his tongue. You held his hair, eyes watching him intently as he flicked his tongue over your clit a few times before pulling away. A trail of your juices connected him to your lips as he pulled away for a brief moment. Your hips bucking due to the loss of contact.

He licked in a downward motion again before moving up to your clit, his focus solely on you. His tongue circled around that sensitive nub as your hands tugged his hair in pure pleasure. He took the nub between your lips, sucking a little before swirling his tongue around you again and again and leaving you completely at his mercy. You were hooked, addicted.

Moans fell from your lips, expletives and his name also followed multiple times as he let his tongue dance across where you needed him most. Your heart was in your mouth as he sucked on your clit, bringing the bud between his lips for a moment and sending your body convulsing in fits of pleasure. You bit your lip so hard trying to hold in a moan that you were sure you were drawing blood. “Tastes so fucking good,” he growled before diving back in again with short flicks of his tongue against your hot and soaking wet core.

“Austi please,” you begged, legs shaking in anticipation at what he might do next. He was the king of the best angles, the best movements. No man had ever given you this much pleasure, you thought, as his stubble brushed over your over sensitive thighs.

“Please what?” he said, eyebrows raising as he looked up at you briefly. Your closed eyes opened to see him smiling wickedly, his face between your legs.

“Please daddy. Please use your fingers.” He grunted at the nickname, bucking himself into his own hand for a moment of friction. “Daddy please,” you repeated, watching him as his fingers slipped inside you. How could he refuse when you called him that. He started with one first, his middle finger, as he twisted his hand and his other fingers pressed up against your soaking wet pussy. He pushed his finger inside you, your juices sticking to his other fingers. You cried out when you felt his finger curl up and brush your g-spot.

It was then a second finger followed, him moving them in a scissoring type motion to stretch you out. Your fingers or toys never quite gave you this delicious burn he did. His hand then twisted to allow him to use both side by side and open you up even more. He twisted his hand so he was making a cupping motion and starting thrusting his fingers in and out, moving his head closer to start licking your clit again and sending your body into complete overdrive as you squirmed underneath him.

“Spread yourself for me baby,” he murmured, you moving your hand down your body and holding your folds open so he could dive his tongue even deeper. You distracted, he added a third finger a few moments after that. You suddenly felt so full, the most you had in months. Your fingers and toys just couldn’t do what his could. He just knew your body so perfectly.

“So wet for me baby, do you like when daddy does this?” You nodded, eyes screwing shut as he maintained a steady pace in and out of you. You were soaking, dripping for him already and the angle only he could provide was so deliciously good for you.

“Daddy,” you screamed, grabbing at his thick wrists and forearms, holding on and squeezing tight as you felt your high fast approaching. He grunted at the nickname.

“Good girl. Tell daddy who made you this wet. Who made you soak these sheets. That’s what you’re going to do aren’t you baby? Soak my sheets.” The last sentence came out as a command rather than a question.

You came, screaming and silently praying that the music was loud enough to hide your moans from his family downstairs. Of course they knew you two were intimate - but they didn’t need to know the details.

“What a good girl, come on, let it go,” he told you, your hips convulsing as you rode out your high. He immediately dipped his tongue back down and flicked his tongue over your sensitive nub as you rode out your high. Your legs were still shaking when you saw him kiss your thighs a couple of times and grab a nearby towel to clean you up. “Fuck that’s been too long since we did that,” he remarked quietly, biting his lip as he looked at you, laid on his bed and completely fucked out. He hadn’t even fucked you yet and you were a mess.

“Baby come here,” you groaned, eyes closed and reaching out for him. “Wanna make you feel good, wanna make you cum for me,” you said quietly, pulling his body closer to yours. He was much stronger than you so you weren’t able to move him but he helped by edging himself closer and closer to you. You palmed him through his boxers, fingers ghosting over his length like he loved.

His favourite thing was when you ran your nails over his thigh and up to his cock so that’s exactly what you did. You tugged his boxers off, nails tracing down his tummy. He was so broad and sexy and you loved his belly. You leant down and pressed a soft kiss on his tummy before your nails continued down his body to his hard cock. You took a moment to admire it, it was angry and red and needed some attention for sure.

You ran your fingers over the head before grazing your nails up and down his length as he rutted his hips up at the feeling. “Fuck Y/N missed this,” he groaned out, almost losing it when you wrapped your hand around him. He got himself off a lot when he was away - the pictures you sent were very helpful - but there was nothing better for him than the feeling of your much smaller hand and nails grazing over his cock.

“Fuck,” he moaned out again as you brushed your finger over the sensitive tip that was already leaking pre-cum. You swiped it up and brought your finger to your mouth, tasting him and refusing to waste a drop. You pushed him onto his back, scooting lower down his body as you admired how hard he was. You’d seen plenty of pictures and that one particular video that sent you spiralling of him in the last few months but seeing his aching cock in person had you squeezing your thighs together.

“Guide me daddy,” you moaned out, his hand moving to your hair and tugging on your locks as he helped you onto his length. You took a deep breath before his cock filled your mouth, so thick and full.

“Good girl, take daddy’s cock,” he moaned out, loving the feeling of your warm mouth around him for the first time in three months. He was never leaving you for that long again; he knew it wouldn’t be long until he was coming. He helped you onto his entire length, the sounds he made obscene as he finally felt your nose hit the base of his cock. You had such a gag reflex when he met you but he had trained you to take all of him - and there was a lot to take. Not necessarily length wise but he was thick in every single aspect of the word. It was perfect.

“Look so good like that Y/N. Now let me feel your tongue.” You did as he asked, running your tongue on the underside of his shaft as he tried to hold himself from bucking too much. He focused on the pleasure, electricity sparks coursing through his veins as you alternated the direction of your tongue for him. “Feels so good, fuck you’re gonna make daddy cum so soon.”

You pulled yourself off him, his eyes meeting yours as you shifted off the bed and knelt at the the edge of the bed. You gestured him over to the edge of the bed, eyes laser focused on him and his body and he moved and propped himself up so he could watch you. He moved one hand down to your throat and wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly as he pulled you back onto his length. You lapped away at the head before you took him all back in your mouth.

He squeezed your throat, feeling himself twitch in your mouth. He knew he wouldn’t last long but this was a record. He hadn’t cum in a few days, wanted to save it all for you so he could go again and again when he got back and in your arms where he was supposed to be.

“Not gonna last Y/N,” he growled, his hand keeping a firm grip before he emptied down your throat. It came in hot spurts, you swallowing all he gave you. You had missed this as much as he did and you held yourself there willing for him to cum as much as he could.

He pulled you off him, moving his hand off your neck so he could stroke himself and shoot the last ropes of thick white liquid into your open mouth. You waited, hands on your thighs, before moving closer to run your tongue over him and lick up the last drops of what he had to offer.

He was coming down from his high, breathing heavy as you smiled up to him, suddenly shy. “That was perfect baby,” he moaned out, “Missed you so much.” He laid onto his back and tapped the bed next to him.

“I thought you wanted a shower,” you said, getting up from the floor and crawling up next to him on the bed. You laid your head on his chest and his arm immediately wrapped around you like it was made to be there.

“A few more minutes won’t hurt,” he said quietly, turning to kiss your head. “But you’re not showering with me or we’ll never get out,” he chuckled.

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pankowperfection · 1 year

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First off congrats on 1k!! Secondly I am respectfully begging for Overstimulation with Austin teehee

Warnings: 18+, overstimulation, mentions of oral, sex toy use

You should've known you were in for a long night when Austin had pulled off his tie, wrapping it around your wrists and securing you to the headboard.

After all you had teased him all night at dinner; running your hand up and down his thigh, ghosting over the crotch of his dress pants, slipping his hand under your dress so he could feel that you hadn't worn any panties.

First he had made you cum with his fingers alone, his skilled touches making your back arch off the bed in record time. Then he had spent countless minutes worshiping your pussy with his tongue, fucking you with its length and flicking your clit until you had fallen apart again in his mouth. "Austin please - you're killing me."

He continued to lap at your sensitive nub, the action almost painful after your previous two releases. "Shh, you can take it baby. After all you wanted me to make you cum at dinner, didn't you?"

He rises to kneel between your legs, stroking his cock through your folds to collect the abundance of wetness. Each nudge of his head against your clit makes your hips jerk, tears threatening to spill at the over stimulation.

With no warning he slams inside, his thick length stretching you out just like the first time. "Fuck," you cry out, trying to shut your legs to prevent him from continuing his assault.

"Don't make me tie your legs open too," he threatens, teeth biting down harshly into the skin of your neck. His pace is brutal, each push and pull of his body bringing you closer to another release. Just when you think he's getting close, sweat dripping from his brow as he traps his bottom lip between his teeth, he pulls out.

You're quickly flipped onto your stomach, ass pulled into the air before he rams inside again. He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing your small bullet vibrator as the familiar buzz fills the air. "Aussie no, I can't."

"You can and you will. Give me one more baby." He presses the toy to your clit and you instantly see stars, back arching further as you start to throw your hips back to meet his thrusts. "Fucking hell y/n, squeezing me so tight." He groans into your ear, hot breath making goosebumps spread over your skin.

You cum with a scream, warm liquid spraying down your thighs as you break down into sobs. He removes the toy, giving you a few final thrusts before filling you up with his cum. "Holy shit, you squirted. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

He quickly unties you, turning you onto your back and wiping the tears from your cheeks before giving you a sweet kiss. "Such a good girl f' me. Now get some rest, I wanna make you do that again and again."

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Drumsticks

TW: semi-public sex. Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: Watching Austin take the stage leaves you to prove how you're his number one fan...

WORD COUNT: 1500

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Drumsticks

The applause was deafening and surprising given the size of the venue. Yet, you looked forward to him with pride in knowing he was achieving his dreams. His eyes searching the crowd to find those soft eyes adorning him from the front row, his smile stretching further as the adrenaline continues to surge through his veins. Your bottom lip became imprisoned between your teeth as you thought of how every strike made to the drumset showcased his muscles. Ones you knew well as they wrapped around you in the very same way as he embraced you as the curtains came to a close and the venue cleared out in majority.

"How do you think our boy did?" The lead singer of the band asked as the remainder of friends began to disband the equipment.

"Exceptional." You pulled yourself closer into his side as he was truly illuminated from the inside out.

"Babe, I'm all sweaty…" He reminded you, trying to keep you from the unpleasantness. But your ambition only wished to worsen this. You stepped on the tips of your toes to reach his ear in effortless positioning.

"But now I want you to do it even more with me…" He turned to you as if to validate the words spoken. Once certain it was true, he orchestrated his arm lower at your hip.

"We're gonna get-"

"Can you teach me?" You interrupted him as you looked at the drumset.

"Do you guys mind?"

"Not at all…just make sure you don't ruin anything, it's rented." He winked to you and Austin as he seemed aware of your intentions. And yet the only thing you intended to ruin was your panties…which he already was responsible for when watching him on stage.

"Okay…" He began once angling himself behind you to orchestrate you in this lesson. But the moment he lowered behind you, drumsticks in hand, his body chilled your own. The tease of his breath on your bare shoulder along with the way he pressed into your back made it difficult to focus. You suddenly began to regret asking for the lesson and simply wished for the reward instead.

"Now usually you have music playing through the earpieces but they probably unhooked all of that by now, so we'll make our own music." You liked the sound of that. Whether lecherous with intent, it was saccharine in anything involving you in a joint force. He smirked at your cheek before playing with the use of your hands.

"This was the first song I learned…" You nodded as you allowed the use of your hands as the vibration of the drums came back into your palms. But nothing reverberated quite like the cymbals. It would take only a handful of seconds before you became lost in how he used you to become lost in the beat.

"Here…" he directed you onto his lap to make the way he played even easier. But this only pulled your focus to anything but the drums. Instead, your focus came to the tension of his chest and muscles as he played, the contortions of his face you recalled during moments of ecstasy, and the steady bounce made of his knee.

"You want to try?" The final note was played as he craned in a way you could make out his expression. It was enough for him to make out yours as well as his eyes began at your own, mirroring the fall to your lips. In the same moment, he would kiss you, you would instigate your own ambition. It took only a moment until you straddled him in a more comfortable hold as he pulled you as close as possible to him.

"Babe-" He looked towards the side of the stage.

"Please, Austin…I can't wait until we get home.."

"No? You like watching me play?" You nodded as his hand from your hip began a trail to the part allowed by the way you rested on his lap.

"Does it turn you on, baby?" His finger brushed the center of your underwear allowable by the skirt chosen exclusively for quick access.

"Guess it does…" he smirked to himself. "Been like this all night?" You nodded.

"It's a miracle nobody tripped out there then from you dripping for me…"

"Please…" you whined as he began a small circuit of circular motions to your clit. And even if the pressure relieved a light weight of tension, it was still not enough.

"Someone could see-"

"I don't care…"

"You should…Gonna be a bit hard to look them in the eye with the way you're gonna moan for me…" he stood up for a moment, forcing you to follow until you were left standing.

"Austin…"

"Sit…" he guided as he moved off stage for only a second. The lights would dim enough to fit the ambiance before he returned to find you having obeyed him.

Your lip became trapped between your teeth as he lowered to his knees. As he parted your thighs, you cleared your throat to uncover your panties around your middle finger.

"Isn't it good luck for girls throwing their panties on stage or something?"

"Not sure that's a thing anymore…"

"No?"

He shook his head before kissing your thighs, taking your panties as you used the drums behind you as stability with your elbows anchoring carefully to not ruin the instrument.

Wordless kisses rose between your legs until he hovered right over where you needed him most.

"Stay quiet for me baby…just in case…" but as you believed you could obey, the sensation of his tongue circling your clit made you moan immediately. He grinned between your thighs to this as you ran your polished nails through his hair, pulling lightly on the strands to warrant a complement of sorts.

"Babe-" he attempted to reprimand your volume as you echoed throughout the venue. Your back arched over the drums as he took you closer to him, the chair threatening to topple as he corrected its stability.

"Looks like these will be useful after all…" he explained while pulling the panties into your mouth.

"Now you can be even louder than the drums…" he dove back between your legs, sending you against the cymbals as they chimed as an announcement to the change of passion to dominance.

"You taste so good for me…" he explained as you groaned into the fabric, your hips attempting to meet him as he forced them back down.

"Stay still baby-"

"I can't-" you were muffled yet understood as he nodded.

"Lucky I could focus for even a second…damn skirt…" You bit hard into the fabric as he pulled himself away. Your eyes opened in a silent plea as he stood slowly, unbuckling his pants as your eyes illuminated with renewed excitement.

"Bend over…" you obliged as you reached for the panties and he caught your wrist.

"You're gonna want to keep those in. I'm not going soft or slow tonight, baby…" He kept to his word in the way he plummeted between your thighs. Bottoming out with each thrust, you cried out into the pastel lace between your lips, his name synonymous to the curses made muffled by your impromptu gag.

His hand wrapped around the chrome rim of the distant drum as you followed the grip, pinned beneath his grips as he kept you in place. The cymbals ringing to each guided pulse made within you, you endured each and every sensation. When his dominant grip rose beneath your shirt to your breast, your mouth widened far enough to send the panties lost somewhere on the floor, forgotten by you both.

"Austin!" You begged, unsure what for. For a release? For further stamina? An encore? It didn't matter, your body trembled as he pulled you to that familiar high.

"You're close baby…I want it…let me feel you come for me…" He grunted into your shoulder, his sweat dripping down your back as you nodded.

"I'm close-"

"Not close enough-" That dominant hand left your breast and fixated on your stimulated and quivering clit. His fingers twisting and pulling to torment those favored whimpered, until he rubbed quick enough to send your release barreling at you full force.

"I'm coming!"

"I'm right behind you, babe…" he gripped your hand tighter as you washed over him, dripping down his cock and the space to which your bodies met. And yet, you weren't able to savor the flex his orgasm usually warranted. Instead, he picked up the drumstick and pulled it between your folds. Your body tightened immediately.

"Now I can play with you whenever I want…" he smirked, proud of his play on words as you pulled him into your mouth for a deep kiss, needing more. Always needing more. And he was always eager to please his number one fan…

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