𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭/ 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬

Freckles - Austin Butler (NSFW)

requested: smut prompt 9, "I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips."

A/N: this is longer than it was supposed to be, dear god. I literally took the prompt and ran with it. a marathon if you will. I hope you enjoy Mila!! even though it's super long ((: <3

pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

warnings: smut, friends to lovers, drinking, mentions of alcohol, confessing under the influence, oral (m receiving), slow burn

word count: 4134

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When you were 20, you realized you were in love with your best friend. This realization hit you over the course of a few days when you were with your then-partner. The first day was when you just so happened to be holding hands with them while grocery shopping. A passing thought that grocery shopping with Austin would be more enjoyable right now had led to even more enjoyable if we were holding hands. You nearly stopped dead in your tracks at the thought and subconsciously squeezed your partner's hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you had said with an innocent smile.

You had pushed the idea away, far back into the depths of your mind, to never be retrieved again. No more thoughts of Austin romantically would cross your mind anymore. Until the next day. You were in the middle of kissing your partner when the image of Austin kissing you instead flashed behind your eyelids. You had to fight yourself from suddenly jumping back from the kiss, squeezing your eyes shut further to push away the visual. But, no matter what, the thought of Austin's blue eyes fluttering closed as he leaned into you was on the forefront of your mind. When your partner asked what was wrong when you pulled away, you just said you were feeling ill.

The third time a thought came to mind was during an intimate moment by yourself. Your partner was great in bed, but sometimes you just needed to relax. You were in bed, letting your imagination wander as your hand explored between your legs, when suddenly you pictured Austin. He was sitting behind you with you in his lap, his hand in the place of yours. Ashamedly, your imagination got the best of you, and you got off to the scenario. You cursed yourself immediately afterward, but you had never cum that hard before.

The next day you would hang out with Austin, and you were painfully awkward the entire time. You kept stuttering, misspeaking, and tripping over your feet. Every time he'd look at you, you'd blush. Austin had asked if you were okay because he noticed you were acting strange, but you quickly assured your best friend everything was fine. But everything was not fine. Every time you'd look at him, you'd think about the previous night and how it made you feel.

One of the most memorable encounters was when you were having sex with your partner and nearly moaned Austin's name. You caught yourself before it completely slipped out, but it was enough to make you sit back and ponder what this meant. Were you sexually attracted to Austin? Or was this the beginning of a weird crush? Either way, it needed to stop. You had a partner, after all. A loving partner that you loved back. Or so you thought.

The final night of your week-long self-reflection was spent holed up in your apartment thinking. Thinking about how long you had been friends with Austin, how he treated you like you were the most incredible person in the world, all the times he was there for you, and just why why you felt some type of way about him now. Why now? Then you dove deeper into your and your partner's relationship. And now that you thought about it, the way they treated you couldn't and wouldn't ever compare to how Austin treated you and always made you feel. Everything Austin did was a level ten times higher than what your partner could give you. So, for that reason, you broke up with your partner. You were now attracted to someone else.