T/W: This is an ADULT story, so 18+ for sexual content. It's all smut. No real plot. Blindfolding. Blowjob. Vaginal Sex. Unprotected sex. Dirty Talk. Dom Talk. And a bit of cuddling after.
Word Count: 1k
Summary: Dom!August is in a mood to remind you where your place is and he's not going to be gentle about it.
A/N: Still testing the waters out for August Walker. This is terrible and I'm sorry. I haven't been writing as regularly as I used to, so I am expecting this to be a bit clunky and rusty. I make my own graphics. Requests are open. Anons are always welcome.
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Your naked body being forced down onto its knees could only mean one thing: August was in the mood to play rough. He towers over your helpless frame with his chest heaving up and down. His jaw clenched, and his palms twitched with the idea of busting your little ass and feeling your tender flesh under his fingers. He wanted you to know your place with him. He wanted to remind you who you belonged to.
The view of you right now sent him into overdrive. An animalistic instinct came out in him. He wants to devour you and to feel you wrap around him tightly. He wants to be the reason you moan and beg. You were August's little toy, and he was going to use you as such.
He starts to unbutton his cufflinks and rolls up his shirt sleeves. You nod your head confidently and lick at your lips, admiring the way his shirt clung to his large and toned frame. When August was in a mood, you were always more than happy to oblige him. There was something about him taking complete control of you that helped ease your days and your mind. And the way your body felt after, that was always just a bonus.
You couldn't help but eagerly smile and watch as August's large hands moved to take off his tie. He drapes it over your eyes and ties it behind your head, and your vision is blocked off. Your senses go into overdrive, and you can hear him breathing heavily. You can feel his presence towering over you still. Goosebumps spread over your body, causing your hair to stand on its ends.
August reaches down and undoes his belt. You can hear the buckle moving around, and the anticipation starts to get to you. He slides his belt off and holds it in his hand a moment as he undoes himself and frees his hard cock from the restricting clothing. The feeling of being free causes him to moan slightly, and he smirks, looking down at you. He's watching as your lips part instinctually, ready to take him into your mouth.
"You want to taste me, Kitten?" He asks you.
"Yes, Sir." You softly respond to him, nodding your head slightly.
August smirks as he takes a few steps forward and places a hand on the back of your head. You straighten out your back and open your lips in time to feel his soft head touching your bottom lip before it slides easily over your tongue and into your mouth. You close your lips around him and start to move your head into a back and forth motion. The smell of August's cologne, sweat, and natural scent hit your nose, and you can't help but commit it to your memory.
Your senses are overloaded. Every little move, grunt, or moan coming from August is heightened. His hand on the back of your head feels more powerful than usual as he roughly pulls at your hair and starts to guide your motions against his cock.
"That's right, Kitten. Just like that." He says emphatically, as his head hangs back, and he lets out a loud, deep-throated groan. Your lips around his cock gives him goosebumps. He pumps into your mouth with a steady pace as his mind focuses on the way your lips tightly wrap around him. Your hands moved to brace yourself as you rest them on his thighs, gently pulling at his dress slacks as you push him to the back of your throat a moment and hold him there.
August groans loudly as he feels you take in his entire length. He shivers a moment, his whole body trembling like you had given him a cold chill up his spine. "Oh good girl." He says as he quickly pulls himself out of your mouth and is quick to strip off his clothes. He looks down at you and smiles.
"Stand up." He commands you as he takes his free hand and helps you up. You smile and bite down on your bottom lip as August leans in and starts to kiss at your neck. He nips at you, bitting down slightly, leaving little marks against your skin. As if to mark his territory for a moment. He steps forward, pressing you against the wall. His free hand moves to your warm wet core, and his fingers start to play with your swollen bud.
The combination of his hot breath on your neck and his fingers playing with your parts, causes you to moan, and he responds with a smirk that you can't see. He removes his hand from your bud and lifts his head so that his lips graze against your ear.
"Look at you, you are so wet. Do you want my cock, baby?"
"Yes." You whimper.
"How badly do you want it?" He asks in return.
"So badly. Please? Please fuck me."
"Say it again, Kitten."
"Please fuck me." You start to beg him.
"Louder!" He growls at you.
"Please fuck me!"
With a quick motion, August lifts you up and wraps your legs around him. He slides his cock inside you, filling you up and already hitting your sweet spot. Your senses go into overdrive, and your start to move your hips with his motions.
"That's right, Kitten. Fuck me back." He commands you as he pumps up inside you. He moves one hand to your ass bracing you a moment as his other hand moves to the wall, and he braces his weight against it. He guides your motions as best he can, making sure they are rough and that you are taking every inch of him that you can possibly fit inside you. You whimper as he slams his cock into you, and you moan as he almost slides it out of you completely only to slam its entire length back into you.
"Don't stop, please." You start to beg him. "Harder."
He's happy to oblige, but first, he changes your position. He carries you to his bed and lays you down on the edge of it, his massive weight hovering over you as he slams himself back inside you. Your back arches against the bed, and you pull at the blankets under you.
"Oh fuck!" You scream for him.
"Who do you belong to Kitten?" He moans.
"You."
"You, what?" He corrects you, slamming roughly up into you, making you whimper a moment before you say the correct phrase.
"You, Sir!"
"Good Girl. Say it again.?
"I belong to you, Sir!"
"Oh fuck yes!" He moans at your response.
His hips crash into your roughly, and he pressed himself into you, pumping at a quick pace. He can feel the pressure start to build at the base of him and he knows he's going to fill you up if he keeps at this pace, but August can't stop himself, and he can't bring himself to slow down.
"Fuck Kitten. Fuck. Fuck." He moans repeatedly as he grips at the bedspread. Your hands move to his back scratching down, which causes him to only fuck you harder. "You are going to make me cum, Kitten..." He says in a breathy tone.
"Cum for me. Please. Please." You beg him, needing to feel his sweat release. You wrap your legs around him, your fingers dig into his back and shoulders. August's hips press up into you, and his body shakes as he releases inside of you. He moans loudly, his cock twitches several times, and thrust starts to slow down. And as he finishes you are quick to finish with him, pressing your hips up as your lower body trembles with your orgasm.
Both of you stop for a moment and catch your breath before August falls to the side of you. He reaches over and takes off his tie from around your eyes. Both of you smile at each other before your rollover and rest your head on his large chest. You take a moment to listen to the way his heartbeat sounds as his hand moves to plays with your hair a moment before he speaks again.
"You are such a good girl." He says softly as he pulls you in closer. You gaze up at August and smile. He smiles back down at you before closing his eyes a moment, simply holding your body as close to his as possible.
A little August Walker blurb, this is my first time working with this character… be nice lol.
I've neglected to give the Henry Cavill community some content for the past week and a half. So here is something to hold you all over for a little bit lol.
With August, you knew better. You knew not to push those buttons, to test his patience, but you did it anyway. You strained just enough to feel the swat across your ass, the pull of your hair, the hand around your throat, the sound of him clear his throat, or tap his finger against a hard surface. You pushed his patience just enough to be corrected but never too much, though the thought always crossed your mind. Today, today was that day.
"Why must you talk back?"
"Why must you be so bossy?"
"Are you getting sassy?"
"What if I am? What are you going to do about it?" You press mentally prepared for whatever comes your way.
"Do you really want to find out?" His jaw clenched.
"What? Are? You? Going? To? Do? About? It?" You tilted your head and looked over his face.
Licking his lips, he reached for your wrist, pulling you close to him; he spun you around and forced your hands on the counter.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. August gave 3 solid smacks across your ass. His jaw clenched, thinking about your attitude and your sass. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. He gave you six more, his breathing heavy, you winced, and a tear fell from your eyes. Looking over your face, he pulled you up and looked over your face wiping away a tear.
"Are you done?" He asks fixing his shirt sleeves and tucking some hair behind your ear.
Nodding your head, you let out a soft breath.
"You're pretty when you cry after a punishment. Now behave."
With a nod and a sniffle, you straighten your skirt and lean in and give him a kiss on his cheek.
The audience cheered and applauded when Jimmy Kimmel announced John Krasinski as his next guest. John smiled and waved and took a seat. The men waited for the crowd to calm down before launching into small talk to get the interview started.
“So you have a new movie out,” Jimmy corrected himself.
“Yes, I do -- came out Friday,” John confirmed, to which the audience began to applaud again. He smiled and nodded. “Thank you, thank you.”
Jimmy smiled and checked the cards in his hands. “Y/N Y/L/N is your co-star in that movie and there’s -- well, okay, so it’s romcom, but there’s a scene. A very hot scene.”
John chuckled as someone catcalled from the audience. “Yes, that scene is ... hot. That’s a good word for it. Y/N, of course, is beautiful --”
“Oh, she’s gorgeous,” Jimmy interjected.
“-- and so I think I was more nervous than she was to film that scene. I was so afraid that I was gonna mess something up or crush her or something along those horrible lines.”
Jimmy laughed. “Crush her?”
“Well, I’m a tall guy, I’m not exactly lanky. She’s fairly petite.”
“True, true.” He gestured toward the camera. “Well, we have a clip of just before that scene -- we can’t show the actual scene, of course, but we can show one part ... here we go.”
In the clip, John and Y/N kissed and smiled up at each other. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled up from the ground; her legs wrapped around him. John smiled into their kiss and asked if she wanted to move to the bedroom. Y/N nodded before putting a hand on either side of his face and kissing him as he headed toward the bedroom.
They came back to Jimmy and John on the show’s set; more applause from the audience. Jimmy showed a mischievous smirk and tapped his cards on the desk.
“One question, John.”
John nodded. “Yeah, let’s hear it.”
“Was it necessary to hold the lady so tightly?”
Everyone laughed. The played the bit of the clip again where John picked Y/N up, then came back to the interview.
“You know, like I said, I was nervous, I didn’t want to drop her. She did mention something about that after the fact, that she had felt very safe with me holding her up like that.”
He smiled and blushed as the interview moved on. From home, you watched and smiled to yourself; not a single one of them had any idea (yet) that you had felt so safe with John on that set, enjoyed being around him so much, that the two of you had started seeing each other during filming. They would find out eventually, but for now, you enjoyed having your little secret with him.
Imagine August Walker calling you while he's on his way home.
T/W: No real triggers, just a little bit of August, a pet name, and him threatening to bust your ass if you aren't ready on time. Super short and simple.
A/N: I have never written anything for August before, so please be nice. This is kind of just testing the waters. Lol. I DO NOT take credit for this gif, credit goes to the maker.
Your cell phone rings and you rush to answer it, fumbling over the stuff on the coffee table as you go to reach for it. Today had been a mostly lazy day for you, lounging around in something comfortable. You had forgotten that you were supposed to be dressed and ready by a specific time.
"He-hello?" You answer with a smile.
"Kitten, I am on my way home."
You couldn't help but smile, wiggling slightly in your seat. You were so excited to see him, he had been away on work for so long now. You look at the time and then it dawns on you: you were supposed to be ready already! You jump up off the couch and quickly walk to the bedroom.
"Are you ready for dinner?" He asks you.
"Um.."
"Kitten, you better be ready. I will be home very, very soon."
You let out a nervous chuckle and a small sigh. He knew you weren't ready by the sound of your response. Well, more like the lack of your response. He chuckles softly, shaking his head as he looks down and checks his watch.
"You have one hour to be ready, or when I get home, your ass is going to be busted."
"Yes Sir." You say as you quickly pull some clothes from the closet and toss them on your bed.
"Good Girl. I'll see you soon." He hangs up the phone and slides his phone into his pocket. You hang up the phone and toss it down on the bed next to the clothes. What are you going to wear?
Jack come home from a long day, ready to see her. No matter the kind of day she had, there was always a smile waiting for him when he got home. Hell, Y/N was the thing that made that house a home. She had texted him all day about the special dinner she had planned for him -- no special occasion, she was just in the mood to do something really nice for him.
“Babe, I’m home,” Jack called, dropping his things by the front door. He could smell whatever she had cooked up and was practically drooling as he made way for the dining room, hearing the notes of soft music come from the player in the kitchen. She had really set the mood -- where was she, anyway? Maybe she had run out for a last minute bottle of wine or something.
Jack decided to take a shower and spruce himself up so he was ready for this special dinner. When he came out of the shower and dressed, and then returned to the dining room -- with Y/N still nowhere to be found.
The flowers in the center of the table were gorgeous, the dinner on the stove looked splendid, and something was very wrong. The liquor store was only down the street, there was no reason why she should have been gone this long. Telling himself not to panic, Jack dialed her cell -- but it went right to voicemail.
