This is an 18+ story. TW: this story contains a lot of sex and sexual acts. If you are a minor, do not read this story.
Living with August Walker didn’t mean Grace Stanford was in a relationship with him. He was her friend and in need of a place to stay. So, since she had a room left, Grace offered him to move in with her. Little did she know: August Walker had a lot of sex. Woman after woman left their apartment, a smile of satisfaction toying on her lips.
After New Years Eve, August discovers Grace had only been on the receiving end of disappointing sex in her life and he decided to use the new year to teach her all about sex.
happy new year // an introduction // mirror mirror // sensitivity // worn out // a challenge // accidentally // something new // friends over // bad girl // handing over // insecurities // torture // fantasy turned reality // the end //
This is Livia Darmandi. Growing up she always had her head in the clouds, creating stories in her head. After leaving Sapphire Falls behind to go to college in New York City, she found herself lingering in the Big Apple. Now, at age thirty, she's the proud mom of two successful book series and a NYT Bestselling Author.
so henry, you want to start a youtube channel : famous actor henry cavill falls for the very successful youtuber sandy choi
mister cavill, your dog is kinda fat : actor henry cavill meets olivia tran and her daughter vanessa under interesting circumstances.
the alluring charm of henry cavill : henry cavill participates in a reality show, where he gets to know rom com queen adelaide park a bit better.
coach cavill : when a new judo coach arrives in luna meadows, all the mothers are ready to risk it all for him, including amelia jung.
sugar sugar : first time sugar baby becky kim meets first time sugar daddy henry cavill.
it's a funny story : when their twin daughters ask about how they met, henry cavill and his wife natalie lee-bennett take a trip down memory lane.
ever after boutique : frankee jane newhouse loves her job, but hates one thing about it and that is the boss mister henry cavill.
stewardess chronicles : stewardess alice matsuda meets pilot henry cavill and naturally she falls for him.
↳˗ˏˋwalter marshallˊˎ˗ ↴
but professor : penny townsend isn't too sure about a lot of things, but one thing she's sure about: her feelings towards her professor marshall.
↳˗ˏˋcaptain syversonˊˎ˗ ↴
it all started in san antonio : rosemary hill swore she'd never fall for another military man again, but then captain syverson steps into her life.
oblivious : captain syverson suddenly becomes the guardian of his three nieces and on top of that, his insufferable neighbor ivy sullivan barges into his life as well.
tales of love : vision impaired syverson and molly sweet slowly but surely become a couple and axel the guide dog has his opinion about it.
↳˗ˏˋaugust walkerˊˎ˗ ↴
protection : cia agent august walker newest assignment is keeping an eye on star soccer player mia makaruku (on hiatus)
chasing nostalgia : august walker recognizes someone in a very interesting video and the life he thought he left behind is now closer than ever.
endeavors : august is teaching his roommate how to enjoy sex.
Warning: Mentions of sex, just the usual they do. Sex, cum, orgasms, squirting. You know the deal with them.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading this fic! I hope you enjoyed it 😘
Masterlist // endeavors masterlist
5 years later
August and I started dating after the rooftop confession and he was right: we skipped over the awkward first phase and we were passed uncomfortable sex. August wouldn’t be August if he didn’t make a program—quite frankly he is obsessed with them—but I have to agree: the program worked. He planned dates, fun holidays and meetings to get to know each other’s family. Our friends already knew this was going to happen eventually and his friends had to confess they know what August did that time they were over.
I’ve gotten over that awkwardness eventually.
A lot of the things in those five years remained. I still didn’t wear my underwear at home, he fucked me whenever he wanted and we ventured out to have sex in public, though the rooftop remained our favorite. Visitations to the sex shop. A show with the dildo. Deep throating.
It was all part of his program and for that I love him dearly.
After he and I got married two years ago, we moved out of the apartment and bought a house, like the domestic couple we were. Days were spend in bed and with each other. Quite frankly we’re disgusting together, cockwarming whenever we can, sex while we know friends can come over at any time and him desperate to make me squirt.
I hold onto the bathroom counter, feeling his entire cock thrust in a rough pace inside. I watch my breasts bounce with every thrust through the mirror. August gently takes a hold of my hair, giving it a slight pull. I whimper when I start clenching around him.
‘Good girl,’ he says. ‘Cum for me once more, okay?’
And that pushes me over the edge. He holds me up by my hips, snickering softly when I squirt passed his cock. And it’s enough for him to reach his high and ride it out. He presses kisses on my shoulder, whispering sweet little nothings against my skin. He pulls out and like he always does, cleans me up straight away.
Together we walk towards the bed and because it’s too hot to wear clothes anyway (and August likes for us to sleep with nothing on, seizing every opportunity to have me naked around him), I don’t even bother putting on a shirt.
Once he tugged me underneath the thin sheets, he kisses my forehead and tells me he’ll be right back, leaving our bedroom to go to the kitchen.
My hand slides to my protruding stomach, revealing a five month baby bump. It was both a surprise and expected when we found out we were having a baby. August always said that babies were something of the future, but as we set more steps into the future, his desire for kids grew. While I was ready for them years ago, I needed him to be one hundred percent on board with it.
And boy, is he board with it.
August walks back in with some biscuits and some juice and places it on my nightstand. Then he climbs in the bed and says: ‘You know what genuinely surprised me.’
‘Enlighten me.’
‘That it took us this long to knock you up.’
‘Ovulation is a thing, August,’ I tell him. ‘You can’t expect me becoming pregnant if you fill me up every moment you’ve got to spare.’
‘Was worth a shot and you did not complain.’ He smirks proudly and places his hand on my stomach. ‘And you will never hear me complaining about this skyrocketing sex drive of yours. Is this libido permanent or not?’
I shrug. ‘You have to leave me alone for at least six weeks after the baby is here.’
He nods. ‘I’ll work ahead, drag as many orgasms out of you as possible now, so we can take a six week break.’ He snaps his finger. ‘You what? I’ll make a schedule.’
‘Shut up,’ I laugh and he leans in for a long kiss. ‘If you kiss me any longer, you might have to fuck me again.’
‘You know I’ve got plenty ways to satisfy you,’ he says. ‘But you need your rest, Grace.’
I roll my eyes, before sliding down so I can lay on my side. He spoons me almost instantly, his hand on my stomach and I whisper: ‘I love you, August Walker.’
He kisses my naked shoulder. ‘I love you more, Grace Walker.’
Summary: August knows Grace her sensitive spot and is determined to make good use of that.
August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)
Wordcount: 1.1k
Warning: Nipple play, vibrating egg, orgasms. Also like the mention of semen. Swallowing, you know, all that good stuff.
A/N: Huh? Another chapter? Is it monday already? Nope, but I wrote a few chapters ahead, so here is another chapter 😘
Masterlist // endeavors masterlist
I’m in my bed, wearing nothing but a large shirt and a thong, when August walks in. ‘Hello,’ he says, wearing nothing but his gray sweats. I’m not too sure if he’s wearing boxers underneath.
‘What is up?’ I ask him.
He smirks. ‘I had a plan.’
It’s shockingly pavlovian to see how I perk up in my bed, ready for whatever he has planned. In these last few weeks, we’ve been experimenting and sometimes I fear I’m getting addicted to his cock and him in general.
August laughs when he sees my reaction and before I can feel a tad bit embarrassed, he says: ‘I like that you’re eager.’ He gets on the bed with me and sits in between my legs, after he spread them apart a little, so his large frame can fit.
It’s not that we haven’t done anything today. As it was Sunday today, therefore we had nothing to do, he and I indulged in some couch sex and I might be addicted to that as well. Only the thought of having sex with him, causes me to involuntarily become wet and ready for him. I hate how he has this effect on me, but I can’t help it and I think he knows how he has me in the palm of his hand, ready for everything he offers.
This morning sex was borderline lazy, however he had me quivering in no time, whimpering his name and pleading for him to let me cum. Deep down I’m aware there is a possibility he gets off on seeing me this needy, this desperate for him.
August pushes up my shirt and before I can feel exposed, he says: ‘You know, I always thought I was an ass man, but there is something irresistible about your breasts, I might change my mind about it.’
My shirt falls on the floor and I try not to become overly desperate for his touch, but with what he just said to me, I can’t help myself. I hook my legs around his hips and he smirks in response. He manages to get something out of his pocket and I realize it’s that toy he bought the other day. We haven’t used it, but I feel like today is the day. He lubricates the vibrating egg in between my lips, after he pushed my thong to the side and when it’s wet enough, he slowly pushes it in. My cunt welcomes the toy a little too eagerly and I feel my walls wrap tightly around it.
August doesn’t turn it on immediately, instead he leans forward, pressing his lips in between my breasts. Slowly but surely, he uses his fingers to brush over my nipples, slightly toying with them, as he kisses me deeply. I whimper against him, when he puts some pressure on one of the stiffened buds. Not too much, but enough to make me respond to it.
I close my eyes as I lean against the headboard, my fingers running through his hairs, when he uses his tongue to circle my nipple. And to top it off, August turns on the vibrator and my entire body reacts.
He lets out a chuckle, before wrapping his lips around my stiff nipple, softly sinking his teeth in it, but not too much.
I always knew my nipples were sensitive, but with the soft sucking, the slight pinching and the way he sometimes is a bit rougher and other times a lot tender, gives me shivers all over my body.
I don’t know how much time passes, but I love how this makes me feel. August knows exactly what button to push for me to go mental and deep down I want to hate him for it, but instead, my stomach twists and turns, I want him even more than ever.
‘August,’ I whine and he looks up, his lips plump and his hair ruffled. He smiles when I buck up my hips against him, so desperate for some sort of release. And instead of giving it to me, he decreases the vibrations, while he wraps his lips around my nipple once again.
August is a little tease, as he toys with the vibrations and finally, I’m blindsided as my orgasm hits me. My legs are shaking while I’m reaching my high and I whimper when he turns off the toy.
Everything feels sensitive, but I can’t believe the way my breasts feel. He has found yet another weak spot of mine, I know he now has more tools on how to get my crazy and right at his mercy in a matter of seconds.
With a smirk he pulls out the toy and I feel a thin layer of sweat all over my body and goosebumps cover my skin.
‘What about you?’ I ask him.
He shakes his head. ‘It’s okay, Grace.’
‘No, I want to.’
‘You’re tired,’ he tells me and yes, that is correct, but I want to do something. I gently pull on his waistband and he says: ‘You’re quite the stubborn one, aren’t you?’
‘Maybe.’
﹌﹌
It was my plan to swallow, I swear, but now my chest is covered in his semen. I catch my breath and August hoists me from the bed, carrying me to the bathroom. I hate how I feel, how I crave for so much more of his touch. As he uses a warm cloth to clean my chest, I tilt my head, taking in his features. The mustache, his ruffled hairs, his piercing blue eyes. I wonder what I did for him to treat me like this. To worship me and my body.
I’m sitting on his thigh and fatigue is catching up on me, so I nuzzle my face in the crook of his neck. August doesn’t say a thing, instead he dutifully cleans me up and carries me back to the bed. He tugs me in, but before he can walk away, I take ahold of his hand.
Don’t do it, Grace. Whatever you do, don’t fucking do it.
‘What’s up?’ he asks me.
‘Don’t go.’
He chuckles. ‘Why not?’
‘I want you here.’
For a moment he contemplates, only then he pushes aside the blankets and slides underneath it. I curl up against him and he wraps his arms around me. In a soft tone he says: ‘Go to sleep, Grace.’
‘Only if you promise you stay here.’ The pleading nearly drips off every word I just said. It’s like I’m begging, which I never do. I used to be an independent woman, but not anymore. I feel small near him, especially when he has me engulfed in his arms like that.
‘I promise,’ August tells me. ‘I’ll stay right here.’
Summary: They finally indulge in what August wants.
August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)
Wordcount: 2k
Warning: Public sex, nipple play, mention of blowjobs, fingering, orgasms (male and female), squirting.
Masterlist // endeavors masterlist
With me being on my period, my breasts feel extra sensitive. However, August has found a way to treat them carefully, without me hurting. He carefully massages them, sucks on my nipples and whenever I tell them it hurts, he moves to something else. But it barely hurts when he’s holding them and fondles them.
Sometimes he whispers something along the lines of how much he loves my breasts. To return the favor, I pull down his pants and it’s one of the only times he allows me to do something like that. I barely give him blowjobs, but with me bleeding from my vagina and having coital intercourse during a time like that is a ‘pigeon’ like situation for me, he indulges. Heck, I even think he likes it.
August holds my chin, watching me swallow it all down and he smirks proudly. ‘Good girl,’ he says. I bite my bottom lip—actually beaming at the compliment. I really hate myself sometimes—and sit next to him on the couch. He makes himself look presentable, leaning back and looking to the side. ‘What’s up?’
‘What is your ultimate fantasy?’ I ask him.
He shrugs. ‘Not up your alley, I think.’
‘I think it is,’ I say. ‘Come on, you have seen me. Grace Stanford, sex machine.’
August then takes a sip of his beer and says: ‘No, I’m not telling you.’
‘Don’t you trust me?’
‘I trust you,’ he says, looking to the side, ‘but this might be too much.’
I pout. ‘Come on, August, tell me. Please. Even if it’s not up my alley, I will be respectful about it. You know me.’
August pats his thigh and gosh, dog owners wished their dogs were this well behaved, because in an instant I sit down on his thigh. ‘You sure you wanna know?’
‘Yes.’
He pushes some of my hair behind my ear, such a gentle and tender gesture. ‘I have a thing.’
‘That sounds exciting. Tell me all about it.’
He sighs deeply. ‘I like… To do things in public.’
‘Exhibitionist like things?’ I ask. When he nods, I let out a gasp. ‘Oh my goodness, you prepared me for this! With the vibrator in the restaurant thing.’
‘A little, yes.’
‘How can you dare to say this might be too much for me?’ I ask him. ‘Come on, I did that graciously. You have to give me more credit than that.’
He places his index finger underneath my chin. ‘Okay, how about you and I have sex on the rooftop?’
I swallow hard. ‘The rooftop?’ I ask. ‘Our rooftop?’ Meaning risking the chance of having a lot of people watching us. ‘We can try that.’
I expect August to laugh, to pat my thigh or ass or do whatever he usually does, but instead he pulls me closer and presses a kiss on my lips. It’s lovingly, it’s tender and certainly not at all what I expected from him. However I quickly melt against his frame and close my eyes.
‘What was that for?’ I ask him.
‘You’re the first one I told about this,’ he admits. It feels like something special and I’m not gonna lie, I’m honored.
﹌﹌
Keeping quiet has never really been my strong suit with August, however now, as we are on the rooftop of our building, out in the open, I realize I have to keep it down a notch. It’s early in the night, meaning it’s already dark outside, but I can still hear the busy city, alive around us.
At first it started a little as a picnic and it was borderline romantic, however I should’ve known that August had a very wonderful plan for the rest of the night.
He has me on my back, his hand slid underneath the hem of my dress and his fingers stretch me out, constantly pressing against my sensitive spot. I gasp, a poor little substitute for moaning out loud.
August uses his other hand to pull down the top of my strapless dress and fuck, do I feel exposed right now. It’s a delicious and borderline dangerous feeling, having my legs spread for him, my breasts on display and that all on the rooftop, underneath the sky that’s decorated with stars.
The familiar feeling bubbles inside of me and I know what’s happening. Juices squirt out and I muffle my own moans, while he continues to abuse the tender spot. He’s rough, causing me to start to shake underneath his touch already. I know what he wants: he wants me to squirt over and over again. I know he loves that.
I love August’s proud smile when it does happen again and I know how much he loves seeing me squirm underneath his touch. He pulls out his fingers from my core and I’m on the receiving end of a firm smack on my aching cunt.
I shiver on the blanket that I masterfully drenched. He leans forward, wrapping his lips around my hardened nipple, while he pushes up my dress, bundling the bottom at my waist. While he’s sucking on the sensitive bud, I hear his pants unzip and he gets in between my spread legs. ‘Look at me,’ he says once he sits up straight and I do what he tells me to do. He grabs my legs, his hands in my knee cavities and he pushes my legs against my upper body. And then he slides his hard cock inside.
‘Fuck,’ I whimper, ‘you feel so good, August.’
His upper body rests against the back of my legs as they dangle on his shoulders. Bending me in the way he prefers, I can’t help but love it. He bottoms out completely and fuck, I feel him so deep. My hands find his arms and I let out a soft little sob, desperate for him. I need him to fuck me.
‘Words, Grace,’ he says. ‘Tell me what you want.’
I open my mouth, but not a sounds escapes.
‘Tell me.’
‘Fuck me, August.’ It leaves my lips in a hushed whimper, but he heard me. The sound of skin against skin, how fucking wet I sound and the strangled groans I hear from August, makes my head float, my heart beat faster and clench around his hard cock.
‘What do you think people will think when they see you?’ August asks.
I want them to know I am yours. I just can’t seem to mutter it out. I want them to know I’m yours, that you fuck me best, that I am your slut.
I whimper against him and he picks up his pace. My legs shake and I am thrown over the edge. As I ride out my high, I can tell he’s close too. He twitches inside of me and fuck, it feels too good.
Thick streams of cum fill me up and I savor the moment. August doesn’t pull out instanty. Instead he remains deep inside of me, allowing my legs to drop on the ground, before he cages me in, his head nuzzled in my nape.
I hold him close to me, clinging onto August’s protective frame, however I do feel something gnawing at my heart.
It’s like we reached the end of the game. We had done it all. I embraced my squirting abilities. I learned to love my body. I appreciate sex. We’ve done what he wanted to do.
The program feels over now.
I can’t keep doing this anymore.
I allow myself to enjoy it as his cock is still safely buried inside, however as he softens and exits me, sadness and anguish wash over me. August smiles at me, unbeknownst as to what is circling through my mind. He admires the mess he created in between my legs.
I pull up my dress again, covering my breasts and I close my legs. I sit up straight and look at August, who tugged himself back in his pants again.’August,’ I admit, wishing I had underwear here now. ‘I can’t do this anymore.’
‘What?’ His voice is louder than the hushed whispers he nearly panted in my ear. ‘Why not?’
‘Because I am falling for you.’ So, it’s out in the open. No going back now. ‘You were supposed to teach me about sex and you did… But I can’t continue this, knowing that one day you will go off again to fuck a billion girls in a single month.’
August doesn’t say anything.
‘Every time you kiss me, that one time you made love to me. I just want to be yours, August and this… This platonic fucking, this program, it’s not working. I can’t keep wanting you, when all we’re having is sex.’
‘Grace,’ he starts, but I shake my head.
‘I can’t keep having these moments with you and every time I think you want something more, you just get up. Every time I think this is just a mindless fuck, you hold and kiss me like you’re my boyfriend. I can’t be pushed and pulled like this anymore.’ I stand up, cursing the fact I have his cum streaming down my legs, however August doesn’t let me escape. He stands in front of me when I want to walk away and I hate how he is dragging out this humiliation for me. He isn’t the one who looks fucked out and used like I do.
‘I love you, Grace.’
It causes my heart to do something totally unnatural and I think it’s not healthy either. ‘What?’ I ask him.
‘I love you,’ he repeats. ‘When we took that bet, I thought I was just gonna fuck you a few times and then you’d be satisfied. But it wasn’t just that. I witness you blossoming into this fantastic confident woman.’ He smiles almost sadly. ‘I… Every time I held you afterwards, I couldn’t stop looking at you. You are so beautiful, you are so sweet. I can’t believe other people didn’t see how much of a catch you are.’
I clear my throat, a little uncomfortable with where this is going.
‘That time you took care of me when I was sick, that time when work went shit and you jokingly flashed me because you said that your boobs can make everything better—which they do by the way—and how you constantly smile when you see me. It’s more than lust, I can tell.’
I swallow hard, mostly I make sure I am not going to cry.
‘Before,’ he says, ‘I was just following my dick and not my heart. Which in the end is probably the most idiotic thing to do. But you… If I follow my heart, you’re at the end of the road, you are my destination. I… you are the only one I think about. All I want is to love you forever. To fuck you senseless, to hold you afterwards and later on—I don’t fucking know—bake cookies with you, be domestic.’
‘No,’ I whisper, ‘that’s not true.’
‘It is, Grace. I fucking love you and I wished you just knew.’
And of course I start to cry, because I can barely get through an entire serious conversation without crying.
He holds my hand in his and whispers: ‘Give me a chance to be your boyfriend. Come on, we’re already passed the awkward sex phase.’
After a few moments, I realize that it’s true. We already passed the awkward sex phase. And… August wants to be my boyfriend.
I meet up his gaze and he adds: ‘Allow me to show you how I can be a magnificent boyfriend. I can even make a program again.’
I now let out a true laugh. ‘You and your damn programs.’
‘Can we try?’ August asks. ‘I am usually not the one to beg, but… Please, Grace, give me one chance.’
I nod. ‘Okay,’ I say, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. ‘You can be my boyfriend, August Walker.’
Summary: August takes the sex toys outside of the safety of their apartment.
August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)
Wordcount: 1.1k
Warning: Nipple play, vibrating egg, orgasms in public, sex in their apartment. Male and female orgasms
Masterlist // endeavors masterlist
After this morning fuck to die for, August and I are under the shower, rinsing off the sweat and other bodily fluids. ‘August,’ I ask him, ‘what would you like to do?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well, it’s always about me. What do you want? There must be something?’
He shrugs, pushing some of the hairs from my face. ‘This is perfect for me.’
‘But you have to have a fantasy. Something you desperately want to do.’
‘I’m not sure you are there yet.’
‘I’m there,’ I tell him. ‘Come on, look at all the things we’ve been doing these last few months.’
He cocks an eyebrow. ‘True. Okay, maybe I have something.’
‘What is that?’
‘I’m not telling you. Not yet at least.’ He grabs some soap, puts in on the loofah and lathers my body. ‘I’ve got plans for tonight though.’
‘Oh, what is it?’
‘You and I, a nice meal and your favorite toys stuffed in your cunt.’ He snickers and says: ‘You know I like to see you suffer.’
﹌﹌
Oh, I am suffering. Suffering big time even. One thing is fore sure, I will never show my face here again. I know I have an magnificent and enviable poker face, but the whole idea of ever going back to the place where August just dragged my first orgasm out of me…
I can’t handle that.
We’re seated next to each other, looking out of the window over the city. His hand rests on my leg, as he continues to pretend like nothing is wrong. My leg nervously moves up and down and as he takes a sip of his drink the vibrations start again. I clench my thighs together and thankfully the music is pretty loud, meaning it drowns out my soft whimpers and the vibrations of the toy.
This of course is such a dirty little secret.
‘How are you doing?’ August asks, like he isn’t torturing me.
‘Fantastic,’ I whimper, taking a bite of my side salad. ‘Could you maybe let me eat?’
He takes a pity on me, but I could’ve known that it was a trap. Giving me a minute of peace and quiet, is followed by more intense vibrations.
August had strict instruction for me and the clothes I had to wear, meaning I am wearing a very flimsy dress. While the material around my breasts is thick enough to hide my hardening nipples—that scrape against the fabric—it does not hide the heaving of my chest. I know August is having a field day.
And then it happens.
I cum again. My legs tremble and my knuckles turn white as I hold onto the fork a little too tightly. Finally he does stop and whispers in my ear: ‘While I like to fuck you in the privacy of our apartment, there is a certain beauty to see you restricting yourself here. I kinda wish I could hear you screaming my name right now.’
Two can play this game. I turn to the side a little, placing my hand on his upper leg, my fingers close to his slight bulge. ‘I could be screaming your name from the passenger’s seat of your car, but you prefer to sit here in this crowded restaurant.’
He smiles. ‘Be careful with what you’re doing. No matter how gorgeous and irresistible you look, I will always one up you.’ He smirks, causing him to be deviously handsome and irresistible of his own.
I take a shaky breath, realizing I’ve overplayed my cards. Because it is true. He will always one up me. But I still steal a kiss from him, knowing I’m in deep trouble already.
During the rest of dinner he teased me, but didn’t push me so far for another orgasm.
Somehow—don’t ask me how—I made it to the car without sinking down to the dirty floor and August chuckles, telling me: ‘Let’s see how many orgasms we can drag out of you on our way back.’
The actual motherfucker turned on the vibrations and placed his fucking phone in the standard, not touching it at all. At first I try to make it seem like I can handle this, but my own self fulfilling prophecy of falling apart is coming true.
I am a sobbing, screaming and withering mess on the passenger’s seat and my mind is foggy by the orgasms and I have no idea how many times I came. After August parked the car, he turns off the vibrations and I lean back in the seat. ‘You know we’re no where from done,’ August chuckles.
‘I know,’ I whisper. I turn my face to the side and smile. ‘I wouldn’t dare.’
﹌﹌
Within seconds of entering the apartment, we have gotten rid of our clothing. Somehow we made it to the bathroom and as August is standing behind me, his hard cock sliding in after pulling the toy from my cunt and spreading my legs apart. I hold onto the bathroom counter top, his fingertips digging into my sides. ‘You’re fucking drenched,’ he mutters, once he totally bottoms out.
August is desperate to chase his own high, his hand in my hair, gently giving it a pull so my back is against his chest.
‘Fuck, August,’ I whimper, especially when his other hand slides down my stomach, rubbing my sensitive clit. The way his cock is angled is perfect and so different than what the toy did. The constant pull of my hair, how he’s stretching me out and the way I am with my head on cloud nine, all works together.
Fluids squirt passed his cock, down my legs and land on the tiles.
‘Fucking hell,’ he mutters, roughly pounding in me, which only makes me moan louder than I did before. The pull on my hair is a little tighter now, his fingers abusing my clit is borderline painful, but in such an addicting way, I don’t want him to stop.
Watching myself in the mirror, tears ruining my make-up, sloppy kisses on my temple.
From his erratic thrusts, I can tell he’s close and I watch and listen to him riding out his high, his cock buried deep in between my wet and semen coated walls. His hand rests on my stomach, while I try to catch my breath.
‘You okay?’ August asks.
‘I am,’ I whisper.
His cock softens and once he exits me, cum streams down my legs. I hold onto the counter, not trusting my legs anymore. From behind me, I can hear August turning on the shower and once the water is a nice temperature, he says: ‘Come on, Grace.’
However I can’t move, not without him holding me. My legs feel like jello, but my lips are unable to form words.
August chuckles darkly, hoisting me up in his strong arms and whispers: ‘You’re lucky I like to hold you, Grace,’ followed by a gentle kiss on my lips.
Summary: August and Grace decide he is gonna show her sex isn't always disappointing.
August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)
Wordcount: 1.6k
Warning: Some dry humping, female orgasms and mention of male orgasm, but very vague.
A/N: Welcome to a new August Walker filthy story, because my multi chapter stories with August Walker usually turn hella disgusting. This first chapter is very tame, but enjoy the rest when I post it! (Also, if you're a minor, get lost)
Masterlist // endeavors masterlist
This December month had been more than adventurous. To give a small summary of it: my friend August Walker moved in with me, because he needed a place to stay and I had an extra room. It was all fun and games in theory, but in reality I may or may not have second thoughts.
I discovered August likes to have sex.
Loud, borderline obnoxious sex in my opinion.
Woman after woman exits my apartment, I have given multiple ladies a cup of coffee early in the morning and I have discovered lots of condom wrappers.
And he moved in on December 3rd.
It’s December 31st now.
It’s been a long 27 days.
Deep down I thought: you know, I can kick him out, but rent is high and I don’t make enough money to make ends meet. Besides, I now feel justified for buying those noise cancelling headphones.
August and I are sitting on my couch, both not having plans for the New Years. Instead of spending it in the club or somewhere exciting, the two of us are here.
And I could’ve and should’ve known any conversation lasting longer than ten minutes with August Walker, would eventually turn into something sexual. But I never expected it to go along these lines.
‘Grace, are you telling me that disappointing is the one word to describe your sex life?’
I hide my face. ‘Yes, that’s what I’m telling you.’
‘Unbelievable.’
‘Well, not everyone is like you, August.’
He chuckles. ‘Of course, I think I’d die if I discovered women called sex with me disappointing.’
Instead of answering, I decide to take a sip of my beer. Leave it to him to be overly dramatic about it, though I do think it’s not that far fetched. He would die if he discovered women called sex with him disappointing, that I know.
But I also know no woman would. When I gave those lovely women some coffee, they all had a flushed smile on their lips and asked: ‘Have you ever had sex with August Walker?’
The answer was always no. No, I don’t have sex with August. We’ve been friends since college, we’ve hung out a few times after college and I was his go to address for when he was drunk and unable to get himself home. It’s okay, it’s our normal and minus the noise disturbance he and his sex partners bring, he is actually a pretty decent roommate. He cleans up after himself, puts down the toilet seat and is an okay cook.
The bar is that low.
‘How about you and I have sex?’
I nearly choke in my drink. ‘What?’ I ask him, after coughing a few times. ‘I must’ve hallucinated. What did you just propose?’
‘How about you and I have sex?’ It’s the same sentence. He is sincere. I’m not delirious.
‘And be one of the many girls you fuck?’ I joke. ‘No thank you, August. Believe it or not, I have some form of dignity left.’ I shake my head and bring the bottle to my lips to take another sip.
‘You honestly think I am gonna sleep with other ladies when I’m sleeping with you?’
‘I once saw two different women leave the house on the same day. Do you blame me for thinking I’ll be one of many?’
Judging from his facial expression, he has to agree with me. ‘Touché. But I’m serious, Grace. How about you and I sleep together, I show you what you’ve missed and you can say your sex life isn’t disappointing anymore.’
It’s almost like he is trying to convince me to buy a different type of soap, because it’s better for your skin. While he is casual about these types of things, I am not.
I scoff, before I walk towards the kitchen and tell him I’m grabbing some snacks.
However once I’m there, I think about it. It has been quite some time since I last had sex and I think it’s safe to say it’s been never since I had good sex. I rely on my trusted toys and while they do what they have to do, it’s no where near the real deal.
The longer I think about it, the more it turns me on. While I have my noise cancelling headphones, there are times where I do hear him, for example when I just walk into the house and I’m met with sounds one usually makes during coital intercourse.
And August sure does sound sexy. One time I overheard his soft moans, when he was just by himself and it was only a short snippet, it still became a core memory for me.
‘Are you just messing with my head of were you serious?’ I ask, once I’m back with the bag of chips.
‘I take everything sex related very seriously.’
I glare at him, causing him to smirk.
‘Come on, Grace, I’m serious. I can show you what you’re missing out on.’ He sits up straight, resting his elbows on his knees, before he adds: ‘We don’t have to go full on sex. We can take it slow.’
I place the bag of chips on the table. ‘Okay, you’ve got yourself a deal.’
Where the fuck did that come from? I am never this impulsive, one of the many reasons why I’m so good as the head of the financial department of the company I work for. I think stuff out. I do that for my job, my interior design and my outfits.
But apparently that is not a character trait I take with me in decision making when it comes to my sex life.
A satisfied smirk toys on August’s lips. ‘Okay, how about we have our first introduction lesson?’
Oh my gosh, is he calling this a lesson?
I clear my throat. ‘Okay.’
‘Come on,’ August says, his large hand patting his muscular thigh, cladded in his gray sweatpants. ‘Sit right here.’
To say I’m buzzing with excitement is an understatement. I swallow hard, before I walk over to him. I’m not letting him in on how my nervous system is breaking down. I step on his lap, slowly lowering my core to his groin. The barrier of his sweats and my tights together with my underwear appears to be quite a lot, however I already whimper.
August lets out a snicker, before he pushes my hair from my face. ‘What was that?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Liar.’ His tone is soft, but there is an edge to it. His hands slide from my thighs underneath my skirt and he holds my bottom firmly in his hands. August leans in, pressing a kiss on my cheek, on my jaw, on my neck, before he plants his lips on mine, while his hands force my core to grind against him.
Parts of me secretly hopes he is going to take off my clothes, but I know that my limbic system would just shut down, so I’m grateful he isn’t tugging on my clothes, a silent hint to take them off. He is kissing me like this is the last time he can kiss me, but truth be told, I’ve never kissed him before. Oh, I sometimes dreamed about it, because no matter how much I always kept him at arms length, August Walker is handsome, attractive and I would totally break my neck if he walked passed me.
My fingers are tangled in his hair and I’m so desperate for some sort of release. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so on top of the world and according to August, this is just our introduction lesson. If this is how the first time makes me feel, I can only guess how the next few times are gonna be.
August has hardened underneath me, his grip only tightening on me, his finger tips digging in my flesh.
A tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach and I whimper against August.
‘Look at that,’ he chuckles. ‘That’s quick.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I manage to choke out, as I place my forehead against his, while I accidentally pull on his hair. ‘I’m close,’ I whimper, but he can’t even answer to it, when this rush of ecstasy rushes through my entire body. Moans get stuck half way my throat, all while August continues on to force my core to grind against his clothed, but hardened cock.
‘Look at me, Grace.’
I manage meet his gaze, however I can’t stop my jolts every time pressure and friction is put on my clit.
‘One more for me, okay?’
All I can do is nod.
While it’s clear it’s midnight now, as the fireworks start to sound outside of our apartment, I can barely focus on the whole fact it’s the new year.
‘August,’ I sniffle and he presses a gentle kiss on my lips, before a strangled groan escapes his mouth. ‘I’m close again.’
He hums. ‘Me too, Grace.’
Pleasure is quick to take over the slight pain I felt, as my clit desperately needed some rest, but I cling onto August, holding him tightly as I ride out my high, his sounds of bliss filling my ear.
We’re a panting mess, I’m shivering on his lap as he holds me tightly against his frame.
‘Look at me.’
A simple command, but I look into his light blue orbs, eyelids slightly hooded. ‘Happy new year, Grace,’ he says.
I let out a soft chuckle, before I look at the mess we created. My underwear feels drenched, while I can see the dark spot on his sweater. ‘Happy new year, August.’
