I have only discovered Henry Cavill earlier this year but have quickly become hypnotized by how beautiful he is inside and out. I have also discovered Henry Cavill fan fiction a few months ago and have become addicted to it! I never understood the appeal of fan fiction when other people would talk about it, but definitely do now!
This is my first attempt at writing Henry Cavill fan fiction, so please be kind!
Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (no race, tan skin, average body type)
Warning: NSFW, 18+, smut, sex, oral sex, fingering, choking, dirty talk.
I do not own August Walker, Henry Cavill, etc.
Tags: #HenryCavill #HenryCavillSmut #HenryCavillFanFiction #AugustWalker #AugustWalkerSmut #AugustWalkerFanFiction
After a painful and heartbreaking year, you decided to take a solo trip to Europe. You were about 30 and all your friends had either galivanted around Europe during college or in their early 20s â some even multiple times with different boyfriends. But you were waiting. For what? You donât know and now you found yourself 30 years old having only been to a handful of countries. So here you were, on your first trip to Europe and solo. Paris, Rome, and London.
You got in the night before and it was a long trip from the US, with a flight delayed and sitting on the tarmac for over an hour. You were happy to check into your hotel and luckily got a good nightâs rest, minimizing jet lag.
A ray of light peaked through the curtains. You must not have done a great job closing them the night before. You got ready for your day and were excited to see the sights: museums, landmarks, etc.
As you started your day walking towards the Louve, you spot a charming café and decide to pop in for a light breakfast. After grabbing a coffee and plain butter croissant you continue your walk to the Louve.
It was everything you hoped it would be â so much beautiful art housed under one exquisite roof.
Afterwards you decided to get lunch at a restaurant you found in your research. It was off the beaten path and had wonderful reviews.
It was a bit chilly so you were seated inside. Your table was one of those half booths where the back was a long cushy row and the other side of the row of tables were chairs. Before that there were more tables with all chairs for seats. The host sat you at the corner half booth near the front window. Perfect, I can people watch outside a little. You loved people watching. Not in a creepy-stalking-the-same-person-way, but you just loved watching people pass by and wonder about their lives. But for someone who liked people watching you didnât pay close attention to any other patrons in the restaurant. You settled in and opened the menu.
From over your menu you notice a man in the table directly in front of you. His back was facing you and you go back to deciphering the French menu. You had learned a few key words like chicken, pork, and beef beforehand, especially since you didnât eat pork.
Oh, duck confit! France would be the best place to eat this.
As the man sitting at the table infront of you got up to go to the restroom, your waiter came around shortly after and you ordered the duck confit and a half bottle of red wine. Well, I am on vacation.
As you wait for your food, you contemplated between pulling your book out to read or people watching. You decided to people watch since you had such a gorgeous window seat. Your waiter came back with your wine and you sipped it before leaning your cheek on your hand and gazing outside.
An elderly couple slowly walked by outside on the sidewalk. The woman dropped a piece of paper and they both stopped. As she tried to lean over and grab it, her husband (you are assuming) stopped her and bent down to grab it and handed it back to her. She smiled at him and he smiled back, and they continued to walk on. You sighed, thatâs love. You missed that. You knew you could pick up items you dropped yourself, but itâs nice to know someone would be there to offer help. You smiled.
âWell, thatâs a beautiful smile.â
You jolted a bit as you came out of your thought. The man sitting in the table in front of you had not only returned to his seat, but was now in his opposite chair facing you. He was dressed more formal than most people out that day: grey suit, white collared shirt, a black tie; and you noticed a long greyish brown trench coat laying over the back of his old chair. You would think he was dressed for a corporate job but it was Saturday, so you werenât sure what his occasion was. Quite boring clothing, however, the man himself was anything but boring.
His chocolate colored curly hair gave way to a few trundles over his forehead, his eyes were strikingly blue, and he had a jaw line that could cut glass. But what caught you off guard was his mustache. He sported a bit of stubble with it, but you were still shocked that he didnât look like a straight pedophile with it. Serial killer maybe, but not a pedophile. You found it odd, but he was quite handsome and possibly sexy.
Gosh, has it been that long since you had been with a man that you find a mustache sexy?
Before you could respond to his compliment the man spoke again.
âSo, why is a beautiful girl like you eating lunch all by herself?â He said in an American accent.
âJust enjoying time to myself.â Best keep it vague and not let him know you were traveling alone.
At that moment your waiter came back with your meal. Saved by the meal!
As you cut into the duck you could feel the manâs eyes still on you. You looked up and he was leaning back on his chair while he toyed the handle to his coffee mug. You gave him an awkward smiling hoping he would look away and move on so you could enjoy your meal.
During your meal, the man spent some time looking down at this coffee mug, asked for a refill, and was reading a newspaper, an American newspaper, The Washington Post. You were thankful for the partition the newspaper created between his gaze on you.
You finished your meal and were on your last glass of wine. You saw the man in front of you pay his check. Just when you thought he was going to leave, he gets up only to move to the chair open at your table.
âThe name is August.â He introduces himself as he sits without your permission. You introduce yourself and August continues talking.
âListen, Iâm in Paris by myself in between projects. And it seems like you are here on vacation too. I hear these âvacationsâ are more fun when you have someone with you. What do you say we enjoy some of Parisâ beautiful sights together?â
Well, that was forward. You thought about his proposition and it seemed like he picked up on your hesitation and your eyebrows instinctively raising.
âMy full name is August Walker. I am originally from Ohio in the US, but I live in the DC area now. I have a boring desk job with the government and this is the first vacation I have had in 5 years.
First vacation in 5 years, well we have that in common, you thought to yourself. Although he was a stranger you figured if you stay in public places and donât walk down any alleys with him you could stay safe.
âThat sounds like a nice idea. But Iâm not following you into any alleys or nonpublic places, Iâm not getting taken.â You half joked but August seemed to find your comment amusing and returned a smile. When he smiled you noticed his 2 canine teeth which looked sharper than the average personâs canines, almost like fangs.
You flagged your waiter for the check, but he turned to August with a confused look and then back at you about to explainâŠ.
âI took care of it.â August interrupted the waiter and your waiter confirmed with a smile and nod.
âOh, why? When did you do that?â You asked, surprised.
âWhen I asked for my own check, I asked if I could have yours. I knew I wanted to ask you to spend time me.â
âThat was really nice, but you really didnât have to do that.â You said, feeling almost embarrassed. Why did you feel embarrassed? You donât know why, but you could feel your cheeks heating up (thank god for your naturally tan skin or you would show your true colors with flushed cheeks).
âI know I didnât have to.â August responded with a small smile while still maintaining intense eye contact.
As you both got up and put your jackets on to leave, you were reminded at how professionally August was dressed in his suite and tie. You both looked funny next to each other, you with your dark jeans, brown ankle boots, and red long sleeved crew neck form fitting shirt. Luckily you happen to be wearing your own beige trench coat, so once you both put your jackets on you both didnât look as odd walking down the street together. You pulled out your travel notes.
âSo, Iâm not sure what youâve already seen, but I was going to walk over and see Notre DameâŠâ you explained as you skimmed your sheet. You had created a 7 page document full of landmarks to see, museums to visit, confirmation numbers, embassy locations, etc.
âMy vacation just started this morning, so Iâm up for whatever you want sweetheart.â August said as he followed your lead. You were a bit shocked he called you sweetheart since you two only met, but decided to brush it off.
âI havenât even been inside my hotel room, was only able to drop my bags off since the room wasnât ready yet. Thatâs why I am still in my office clothes from the day before.â
That explains his attire.
You and August spent the afternoon visiting Notre Dame, Arc de Triomphe, viewing the Eiffel tower from the outside, and just walking around to enjoy the city. You learned that August didnât have too much close family, just his mother and younger sister, and his father was out of the picture earlier in his life. It seemed he always had a close relationship with his mother, but she was a single mom and worked hard herself to provide for the family which is why he had been on his own since 18, working for everything he had himself. You shared a little about your upbringing before you both reached your next stop.
You were kind of surprised at how much fun you were having spending the afternoon with a total stranger (well, not so much a stranger anymore). And it didnât hurt that August was easy on the eyes.
It was slowing getting darker and you had dragged August all around Paris to see the sights on your list, but it seemed like he followed you happily.
âItâs getting lateâŠ.â As much fun as you were having, it was getting dark, and it didnât change the fact that you and August had still only met earlier that day.
âSo it isâŠâ August said as he looked down while you two strutted by a corner cafĂ©. âAre you hungry?â
âUmmâŠwell, yes a little bit, I guess.â You replied. Ok, I could enjoy one more meal with my new friend and then head back to my hotel.
After the first day was so much fun, you and August spent another day in Paris together roaming around, seeing sights, etc. By the end of the night August was walking you back to your hotel. You thought he would just leave you at the lobby like he did the night before, but this time he was walking you up to your door. It wasnât hard, you both had been laughing at a funny joke you told due to all the wine you both had during dinner.
As you got to your door, you fumbled for your room key. Before you could insert the card, August had softly embraced you into a kiss. Oh god, heâs good. But you welcomed it. It felt so hot and so comfortable all at once.
As you two slowly parted away, you looked up at August while he still held your body close to him. You looked up, bit your lower lip, and smiled at him. âWould you like to come in for a minute?â
âOnly for a minute, sweetheart.â August replied with a devious grin. Or maybe that was the wine getting to you?
Once inside, August had you pressed up against the wall even before your coats could hit the floor. You both shed your coats and shoes without breaking your kiss. He trailed kisses down the front of your shirt and stopped at your stomach. You were not chubby but also not the skinniest girl and were always self-conscious about your belly. But drunk and in minimal lighting you felt a little more confident. He lifted your shirt and sucked on your belly button and he lifted your shirt clear off. You took that as your que to shed him of his sweater.
âYou are so hot. Iâve been thinking of this since I first saw you the other day.â August said in between kisses.
Within a few more minutes you were down to your black bra and lace black thong and August had only his boxer briefs. As you both continued to kiss you felt his body and it was rock hard. You pulled away for a few minutes to get a better look. August Walker was built like a fucking Greek God. His body was all muscle and you felt he needed a larger size of boxer briefs at how strained his bulge was.
Suddenly you were not feeling as confident anymore.
Gosh, he must be really drunk to look like that and want to try to hook up with me. You thought. But you continued trying to not let your thoughts get the better of you.
âOh, you are so beautiful. Are you ready for me?â August trailed his head down towards your pussy. He started to massage it over your thong with his fingers. âAlready so fucking wet for me, huh?â
Before you could reply, August had shoved your thong aside and had his tongue licking the inside of your dripping cunt.
âOh fuck, AugustâŠâ You had men down there previously, but never had you been given a sensation like this. As euphoric as it felt, you wanted something more, something bigger, longer, harder in you to reach your peak.
âAugust, please, I want you.â
âNot quite yet, sweetling.â He flipped you so your feet were towards the pillows and your head was on the edge of the bed, almost hanging off. He got off the bed and positioned himself over your head.
âOpen up, sweetheart.â He nudged his dick at your mouth and you willingly opened up letting him face fuck you.
âOh yeah, take me. Just like that, take me like a slut. Youâre my fucking slut, huh?â You should have found his comments degrading but it was turning you on so bad.
Augustâs hands were playing with your tits, switching from squeezing and jiggling them. You always found your chest average, but it was clear August did not. âI fucking love your tits!â He kept one hand on a tit and travelled the other down to your dripping cunt and started to finger you. âYeah, you like my cock in your mouth. You like me face fucking you while I finger you.â
You were fighting your gag reflex. You felt like a pornstar being used by August, but it only made everything hotter.
Soon your throat was beginning to feel sore. Without cumming, August withdrew from you mouth.
âIâm not going to cum just yet. I want to feel that delicious cunt of yours.â August reached for his jacket taking out a condom from the inside pocket.
You sat half up on your bed, leaning against your elbows as you watched the Greek God in front of you prepare his huge dick to destroy you. He crawled over you, kissed your lips tenderly, and pushed you back down on the bed.
âAugust,â You stuttered embarrassed to say what came next, âitâs been a while for me. Please be gentle.â It was the truth. It had been a while since you had had sex with a real man. And although a girl can take care of herself, none of your toys were near the size of Augustâs dick.
âDonât worry my sweetheart, I wouldnât dream of hurting you.â He said with his devious smile again.
August slowing pushed into your tight pussy. You hoped with every inch that was all he had to give, but it wasnât. You gasped as he finally bottomed out, still keeping eye contact. You could tell your expression aroused him even more because you swore his dick grew even more while inside of you.
Soon August hooked an arm under your knee and was plunging in and out of you, increasing to a punishing pace. He sat up with your legs on either side of his waist and continue to ram you while on hand played with your breasts and the other found your clit and circled his thumb. You couldnât see straight from all the pleasure.
You were not sure how long you would last, but luckily you felt him stop a bit to shift your body.
August had flipped you on your stomach and dragged you by your legs to bend over the side of the bed.
He gently lifted your hips with his hands. âItâs ok sweetheart, itâs ok.â August said while rubbing your back and your head rest on the bed. August gently pushing his dick back into your wet pussy. âOh yes, so fucking tight.â All you could do is whimper and hope the change in position came with a slower speed.
But you were wrong. August went back to beating into you at a punishing pace. You could feel your ass rippling with each thrust.
You were incapable of saying words, only noises exited your mouth each time August entered your body.
August reached for your arms, grabbing your elbows, and raising your body up closer to him as he continued to thrash into your pussy. He had you hoovering there for a minute, curving your back which intensified the feeling. Soon he pulled you all the way so your back was flush to his chest. As he fucked you one hand toyed with your breast and the other wrapped around your neck. Augustâs slight grip on your neck made you even more horny.
âOh, you like that, donât you? You like me choking you. Youâre such a fucking slut. But youâre my slut. Youâre my slut to do whatever I please with. Iâm going to fuck your poor little pussy all night. Youâre mine. This pussy is mine.â
With each thrust, Augustâs grip got tighter. But he released before he choked you out and his hand weaved to grip your hair while the other found your hip for more stability.
Augustâs balls slapped against your clit as he pounded into you. The feeling was like none other that you had ever experienced. Your eyes were rolled back and you had lost all control over verbal abilities.
âAre you ready for me?â August asked, knowing full well you were not going to be to answer. Nothing coming out of your mouth made sense as your silky milk oozed out around his dick allowing him to fuck you harder.
Suddenly, August pulled out and flipped you over on your back (simultaneously removing his condom) and sprayed your chest and stomach with hot ropes of his seed as he still stood at the edge of the bed still over you. The noise that left his mouth as he released was feral.
Still catching his breath, August came down to the bed next to you on his side. With one hand he light smeared his cum on your body.
âSo fucking good, you did so fucking good sweetheart.â
Your eyes drooped with lust as you moved your head to face August. Your poor battered cunt throbbed, but you had never been more satisfied by a man.
August got up and walked to the bathroom. You could hear him turn the water on. He returned with a washcloth and wiped his cum off your body. The leaned over and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. To your surprise, he picked up your limp body and headed towards the bathroom. August had drawn a bath and gently placed you inside. The water was the perfect temperature and your body settled in, the warm water feeling wonderful around your used pussy. After a few minutes August joined you in the tub, positioning himself behind you. You leaned against his hard chest almost dosing off, tried from the recent activities. August grabbed a clean washcloth and some soap and started gently rubbing your shoulder, arms, and chest. His fingers lost the washcloth and found your clit under water. He gently rubbed your clit in circles with his thumb. You whimpered at the sensitivity and he took that cue that you needed some time to recuperate before round two.
You donât know when, but at some point, August had wrapped you in a towel and placed you in bed where you slept deeply for the night.
