Treat Me Like A Slut
Title: Treat Me Like A Slut
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: August Walker x Reader
Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout
Word Count: 2K
Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.
Warnings: m!Dom/f!sub, Dom!August, sub!reader, bondage, flogging, gagging with panties, butt plug, unprotected vaginal sex, unprotected anal sex, creampie
A/N: I wrote this because I needed to get it out of my head. August Walker needs to start paying rent in my head. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics
Cover Art by Me
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“August, please–” You tried to plead with your Dom but he cut you off so fast that it made your head spin.
“You’ve lost your privileges to use my name, Angel. Now, as I was saying, panties off and give them to me.” He reached out his hand expectantly.
You rose from your chair and reached under your dress until you hook your fingers along the waistband of your thong. Pulling them down slowly, you maintain eye contact with August. You step out of them and put them in his waiting hand. Putting them in his pocket, he nods.
“Kneel.” He commands, unbuttoning the cuffs of his deep purple dress shirt and then rolling them up to reveal his hairy, vein-streaked forearms.
“Yes, Sir.” You reply and lower to your knees, knowing that you can’t talk your way out of this one.
“I think it’s time to remind you who’s in charge here, Angel. You seem to have forgotten.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” You keep your eyes lowered to the unforgiving wooden floor beneath you.
“I wish I could believe you. Follow me, Angel,” You start to rise before August stops you, “No. You’re to crawl behind me. And one more thing,” He leans down and pushes the button on the bottom of the plug currently nestled inside you.
When it comes to life, you let out a strangled moan. You had been wearing the new plug for hours and weren’t aware of the vibration feature. Starting to squirm, you open your mouth to plead with August.
“Before you even start, this was your doing, wasn’t it? Bothering me while I worked earlier today. And then doing again not a handful of hours later. It’s almost as if you like being punished, Angel,” He smirks down at you, knowing the last bit to be true, “Hands and knees, follow me.”
Leaving his office, you move as fast as you can behind him. With every movement, you can feel the vibrations against your hole. You try and hide your arousal but your frail resolve betrays you. You let out a groan and are surprised to bump into the solid wall that is August’s leg.
He sighs deeply but doesn’t turn around as he addresses you, “If you cum before you’ve been given permission, there will be hell to pay. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” You force the words out as you struggle to steady your breathing.
When August starts to walk again, you follow him. In your bedroom, happy to be on plush carpeting, you feel yourself begin to relax. Too soon, you find.
August sits on one side of the four-poster bed you share and beckons you with one finger. You stand on wobbly legs and he pulls you forward and over his lap. You could have figured this is where this day was going to go, but you were too busy being a brat to think of the consequences.
Pulling your dress up over your ass, he massages the flesh of your globes. “You’re going to count these out, Angel. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” You answer and feel August reach over you to the nightstand drawer. You know what’s in that drawer and you stiffen in his lap.
“Oh, now you see the repercussion, huh? If you didn’t want the flogger, you shouldn’t have misbehaved.” He allows you to hold onto his pant leg as he pulls out the aforementioned tool.
He lets the leather tendrils ghost over the skin of your shins and thighs. Raising the flogger above his shoulder, he delivers the first blow.
“One.”
“Hm. This angle…I don’t like it. Up, Angel,” He walks around to the other side of the bed and has you lay down on your stomach in the center of the bed, “Just like that. Now, you are going to keep your legs open for me. If you can’t do that, I can restrain your ankles to the bed just as easily.”
You turn your head behind you and see that the cuffs are already attached to the foot of the bed and your eyebrows raise.
“Angel, if you want to be cuffed, just say so.” He smiles down at you, relishing your excitement.
“Sir, I would like to be restrained.”
“Good girl. I’m proud of you. Would you like your wrists cuffed as well or just the ankles?”
“Wrists and ankles please, Sir.”
“My sweet Angel, as you wish.” He goes about locking both ankles into the heavy cuffs, planting a gentle kiss just above where the leather sits against your skin. Moving to the head of the bed, he locks your wrists into the restraints as well.
You test your mobility and you get a thrill out of the thought of giving complete control to August. You look at him and nod that you are ready to begin.
“You’re going to count to ten, Angel. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
As he begins his assault on your ass, you count aloud. Every thunderclap is harder and louder than the last. More than once, one of the tendrils falls between your spread legs and slaps against the plug or your netherlips.
Thwap! “Ten!”
August grunts and throws the flogger on the bed. He walks to the end of the bed and surveys his handiwork as he begins to undress. He can see where there will be bruising tomorrow, he’ll remember to go easy on you later. He grins when you wriggle your hips, showing off your still-vibrating plug and leaking cunt.
Taking your panties out of his pocket before taking his pants off, he walks to the head of the bed where you turn to look at him.
“What color, Angel?”
“Green, Sir.” You smile lazily.
“Good. Open your mouth,” You open your mouth and he stuffs your underwear inside, “Now that you’re gagged, we’re gonna use fingers. Thumb out means good, your first finger means to slow down, and your middle finger means stop. Okay?”
You extend both thumbs and smile around your panties. He caresses your cheek and crawls on the bed, kneeling behind your ass and stroking his thick, hard cock. Reaching over you, he steals a pillow and props your hips up to give him easier access.
Using a finger, he collects some of your pussy juice and swirls it around your clit. You didn’t expect him to use the other hand to scratch down one abused cheek. When that wrangles a moan out of you, he licks and lays kisses upon both cheeks. He peppers in some nibbles on a few sensitive spots on your hips as well.
With you savoring the attention on your bottom, you weren’t expecting for August to enter you in the next breath. The heat, the warmth, the tightness. They welcome him in and elicit a hiss from both of you.
Pulling out slowly and then slamming back in rocks the bed and it feels amazing. August puts one hand on the back of your neck and one on your hip. Starting his rhythm again, he crashes his hips against yours in an almost animalistic pattern. Rutting into you, he praises you for being such a good girl for him.
Writhing beneath him, you’re forced to take every thrust he dishes out. Feeling him so deep inside you at this angle, you thank your lucky stars that this is what happens after you accept your fate. You get to have this god of a man pounding out your insides in the middle of the day.
You were too in your head to notice when August turns up the vibration on the butt plug. The muffled wail that comes out of your mouth is music to his ears and you feel him twitch inside you, but he doesn’t stop.
No, he’s not going to cum before you do.
“Don’t hold back, Angel. Come for me. Come all over my cock.” He breathes, the hand on the back of your neck is now moving around to the front as he applies slight pressure to the sides.
Your legs start to shake and you can feel the telltale signs of your impending orgasm. The hand that was at your hip now reaches up to remove the thong from your mouth just in time for you to release a heavenly howl that reverberates through the both of you.
Before you come down from your euphoric high, you feel the plug being removed from your ass. It’s being replaced with the blunt tip of August’s cock and you love the sensation of being stretched around him as he sinks in.
“Fuck, Angel. You’re like a fucking vice, so good for me.” He loves the moments like this where you’re all fucked out. Your semi-lifeless body underneath him is just for his pleasure at this point.
What neither of you expected was for your breathing to pick up in a manner that could only mean one thing. You could feel the knot inside you tightening again. Before you even try and ask, you’re commanded.
“Come for me, Angel.” He’s wrapping an arm around your neck and the other around your upper torso as you let go.
You can feel your pussy clenching around nothing and your asshole gripping his dick so much so that he has to pause in fucking you.
But, he doesn’t mind it for long as you feel him engorged and pulsing inside you within seconds. He rests his head against yours for a beat while he comes down. As he begins to soften, you can feel him slip out of you followed by some of his spend.
He lays a kiss on your shoulder before unwrapping himself from around you. He trails kisses down your back, stopping just before your plump rear. He uses both hands to open your ass and watch as his jizz drips down your ass and pussy lips.
He releases you from the cuffs, rubbing the space where they sat upon your skin. He retrieves a wet washcloth from the en suite bathroom and wipes you down before laying in bed next to you and pulling you close.
He smiles down at you as you tangle your fingers in his chest hair.
“All you wanted was attention, am I right?” He asks, his hand tracing patterns on one hip.
“Yes, but–”
“But, you thought you could interrupt me and not be punished for it.”
You hide your face in his shoulder and try and end the conversation. He grabs you by the chin and makes you look at him.
“Sounds like this won’t be the last time that you interrupt me for attention. Do I even get a ‘sorry’ for the time you took me away from my work?”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
When August deems your apology to be sincere, he places a chaste kiss on your lips. When you furrow your brows and whine, he rolls his eyes before leaning back in to claim your mouth. Not wanting to rile you up again, he lets go of your chin and lays back down.
“Ya know, I spoil you, Angel.” He winks at you as you nod exuberantly.
“I know, Sir. And thank you.”
“Now, where was this polite girl an hour ago?” He raises an eyebrow and shoots a look at you.
“Busy being ignored, Sir.”
He opens his mouth for a retort, but he doesn’t have one.
“Valid point,” He laughs inwardly, one arm going behind his head, “Can you forgive me, Angel?”
Leaning up on one arm and donning a serious face, you answer him, “I think I can be persuaded to forgive you.”
“That serious, huh?”
You nod gravely, “I think it might cost you, Sir.”
“Ah, and what might that be?”
“A weekend away. Just you and me, please?” Your eyes couldn’t get any more adorable than they were at that point.
He chuckles and shakes his head, “I think I can arrange that.”
“Thank you, August,” You say, kissing his cheek, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He rubs soothing circles on your hip until your breathing even out and you both take a much-deserved nap.
A/N: I got the title from the Kim Petras song, Treat Me Like A Slut. That song never fails to make me think of August and I had to write out my thots.
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