Attn: Sooo here’s chapter two! I hope you all enjoy it!
Word Count: 1,486
Pairing: August Walker x Curvy OFC Giovanna Cappozzo (Gia/Gigi)
Summary: Gia moves in and begins learning about Fiona and her schedule.
Warnings: smidge of angst if you blink
Previous Part:
Part One
After signing her contract, and doing all the necessary paperwork, August decides that Gia should move in that weekend. “Is that alright? I figure it may be better to learn her routine while I’m still here, and before Mom’s surgery,” he tells her as he walks her to the door. “That makes perfect sense to me Mr. Walker. I want to know what you all do on the day to day, her likes and dislikes, learn how she communicates. It’s all important to me so I know how to best take care of her,” Gia replies.
“Good. Will you need help moving?,” he then asks. “No sir. I just have the bare necessities really. All my “stuff” is still at my parent’s house. You think they’d get tired of me after 28 years, but it’s where I always go between jobs so it makes sense,” she says. He nods, not having realized they were only two years apart in age. “Well if you like, you can come Saturday morning,” he says. “What time?,” she asks. “Eight is good for me,” he says. “I’ll be here,” she says before turning to leave.
Gia is at August’s bright and early Saturday morning. He helps her with her luggage, showing her to her room. “Does this room suit you? The bathroom is en-suite and I figured a little privacy would be nice,” he says. “It’s perfectly fine, thank you,” she says. Just then the monitor crackles, signaling Fiona is awake. “Come with me,” August says. Gia follows and watches how once again August lights up at the sight of his baby girl. “Good morning,” he says as she smiles up at him. “Dada!,” Fiona screeches.
He picks her up and Fiona takes his face in her tiny hands before giving him a kiss. Gia watches them, sappy look on her face, before Fiona turns her attention. “Gigi!,” she says excitedly. “Good morning Fiona,” Gia replies. She makes grabby hands until August passes her off. She gives Gia a hug, that she returns while August produces two outfits. “So are we liking the pink dinosaurs or the purple butterflies today?,” he asks as he holds up the outfits. “Deno!!!,” Fiona tells him. “Good choice,” he says before returning the other outfit.
“Let me—,” he begins as he reaches for her. Gia tries to give Fiona to him but she clings onto her. “Gigi dood it,” she says. “Oh sweetie, but your dad—,” Gia begins. “It’s alright Gia,” he says a bit begrudgingly. “Are you sure?,” she questions. “I don’t want to make her cry,” he replies. Gia nods before laying Fiona on the changing table. “With diapers I always do a little barrier cream and powder,” he tells Gia as she undresses Fiona. “Of course,” Gia replies. When she’s got a fresh diaper and dressed, she’s happy to go back to her dad.
“So you let her choose between two outfits each day?,” Gia asks as they head to the kitchen. “I do. She’s only little but I like to present her with a bit of choice within reason,” he says. He sits Fiona in her highchair before bringing her a plate. Fiona claps her little hands excitedly. “There’s plenty if you’d like some, and coffee,” August says. “Sure. I could eat,” Gia replies. They fix themselves some food before joining Fiona at the table. They eat in comfortable quiet before August takes their plates and returns with a folder.
“This… may seem a bit excessive, but I’ve put it together this folder for you,” he says before opening it. “It’s got her daily routine written down. It’s not totally rigid but in general it’s what we do. It has her likes and dislikes, how she says certain words and what they actually mean, and then this page is all the contacts and addresses you’ll need. There’s my number which you already have, my mom, the pediatrician, her dentist, her optometrist. She has an appointment next week actually. I’m going to share my calendar with you. I think Mom has an appointment that day as well,” he says pulling out his phone.
“She does. Would you be comfortable taking Fiona? I’ll send you all the pictures I’ve taken. She’s been having an issue with her eyes turning in, particularly the left,” he says. “Only if you’re comfortable. If you’d rather go with Fiona I could go with Ms. Nancy if she wouldn’t mind that,” Gia answers. “Would you really?,” he questions surprisedly. “Of course. Whatever you need,” Gia says. “I’ll call her and see what she says… Thank you,” he then says. “No problem,” Gia replies.
August leaves to call Nancy while Gia cleans Fiona up and takes her into the living room for some playtime. Before it’s over the two of them have tiaras and are “having tea” by her play kitchen. “Mom’s fine with you taking her so I can take Fiona. The appointment is next Tuesday at nine. I’ll send you the address to the office,” he says while typing on his phone. “Sounds like a plan Mr. Walker,” Gia replies.
Tuesday Gia picks up Nancy before following her directions to the doctor’s office. “I really appreciate this. I know August has been so worried about Fiona’s vision. I hate I’m adding to his plate,” she sighs. “We do what we can for family, yeah? I know I’m hired help, but I will truly do whatever is needed of me to make things easier for the two of you. Mr. Walker is a really good dad and son. It’s not something I see often, sadly,” Gia tells her.
“You really are special aren’t you? I knew you’d be the right fit for this family,” Nancy replied, gently patting her arm. “I— I don’t know what to say,” Gia stammers. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m just glad you’re here. I’ll also be glad when this appointment is over. I’m starving,” she chuckles. “We can go wherever you like,” Gia says with a smile. After her appointment it’s only ten thirty so Gia takes Nancy to Walmart for a few things she needs, and also grabs a couple items for herself. After lunch when they get back to Nancy’s, August and Fiona are there waiting.
“How’d your appointment go?,” he asks, pulling his mom to the side. “Went good. Surgery is in two weeks. How was Fiona’s,” she asks. “Apparently she’s really farsighted so when she tries to see up close her eye turns in, trying to make it easier for her. She needs glasses, but they’re thinking as long as the glasses keep her eyes straight she won’t need corrective surgery. We’re on a six month checkup schedule right now. Her glasses will be in about ten to twelve days,“ he says. “Well hopefully they help. We don’t want baby girl to have to have surgery if we can help it,” Nancy comments.
Meanwhile Fiona is snuggling up to Gia. Nancy looks at them fondly. “She’s good with her,” she says. “Fiona likes her,” August says offhandedly. “And you?,” Nancy questions. “She’s… helpful,” he says as he looks across the room at the woman his little girl has taken to so quickly. “She’s good for this family,” Nancy continues. “It’s still early yet,” August replies. “Always so skeptical, Auggie,” she tuts. “Mom you know what we’ve been through,” he scoffs. “I do, but I also know there are still good people in the world August Franklin. You’d do well to remember that yourself,” she says before moving to join Gia on the couch.
August watches the three of them, still unsure of how he feels about all of this. He’s glad Fiona has someone around that she enjoys being with, but he’s still not willing to trust as easily as his mother. In this situation, only time will tell, along with Gia’s actions. People can say anything, but he’s learned the hard way, that can vary greatly from what their true intentions are. He sighs deeply before moving across the room. “Ready to go home Sweet Pea?,” he asks Fiona. “Gigi?,” she questions. “Yeah, Gigi’ll be there too,” he says. “My Gigi,” she smiles, warming Gia’s heart. They all bid Nancy goodbye before heading out.
“I have a work call this evening. You think you can handle bath time tonight? I should be done by bedtime but if not you know what to do right?,” August asks when they get home. “Bath, lotion, hair care, then a book, yes?,” Gia confirms. “Exactly right. You read the folder,” he says. “From front to back. I’ve been checking over it nightly to make sure I don’t forget anything,” she tells him. “Hmm. I’m going to put Fiona down for her afternoon nap. I’ll see you at dinner then,” he says. “If you need anything, I’ll be in my room then Mr. Walker,” Gia replies, heading down the hall.
Attn: So I whipped this up last night 👀 clearly have no self control lol. But you all showed some interest in this so I figured why not! It’ll be a bit of a slow burn so be patient with me. I hope y’all enjoy!
Word Count: 1,635
Pairing: August Walker x Curvy OFC Giovanna Cappozzo (Gia/Gigi)
Warnings: child abandonment, angsty August
August Walker had shit luck… or so it seemed to him anyway. At a young age his father passed, leaving his mother to raise him herself. Nothing against his mom, Nancy. She was and still is a great mom, but it’s hard not having a father as one could imagine. August thought maybe he’d turned out alright. He got a job in the CIA, met a nice woman whom he married, and then the two of them had a baby girl. His little girl Fiona, was everything to him, but after her birth things fell apart between him and his wife.
“Wh— what do you mean? I can understand you not wanting me anymore, but what has she done to deserve this?,” he spat, hurt filling his heart for his precious daughter. “I just… I want to live my life. I don’t want to be a mother. She constantly needs something and it’s annoying. You keep her,” his soon to be ex wife, Lauren, replied, so he did. He couldn’t believe anyone could ever give up such a precious thing, but during the divorce Lauren signed her rights over to their daughter, and he hasn’t seen her since.
For eighteen months of her little life he’d been caring for her with the help of his mother, being that she was the only woman in his life he could truly trust, but now his shit luck has reared its nasty head. His mom needs a hip replacement, which isn’t exactly ideal for anyone in this scenario. His mother is terrified and in pain, and August is in turn worried sick about her. Then there’s the minor detail of who’s going to care for Fiona now when August is away.
“I’ll look into a nanny service, someone who can be live in,” Nancy tells him. August sighs deeply, not particularly keen on another person invading his space, but he knows it’s the best idea they have. “I can be at the interviews if you like,” she adds. “I need you there, Mom. Aside from me, you’re all Fi has. Your judgement is important to me,” he tells her. “I’m sorry this is happening. I try to take care of myself Auggie. I just—,” she says near tears. “This isn’t your fault, okay? And you’re still going to be involved as much as possible. Whoever we decide on will have to understand that”, he says. She nods and soon after begins the search.
They interview several woman, none of which are satisfactory to August. The first one keeps calling him daddy, making him cringe, the next keeps talking about how expensive his house is, making him think she’ll steal from him, the next keeps looking at him with “fuck me” eyes, and the list goes on and on. “Maybe I should just find a different job,” he says one night over dinner. “But you love your job,” Nancy reproaches. “I do but really is it worth all this?,” he questions.
“Dada,” Fiona says. “Yes Sweet Pea?,” he says. “Dink?,” she says holding up her empty cup. “Of course,” he says taking it from her. He fixes her some water before returning to the table. “We have one interview tomorrow. I have a good feeling. Let’s just give it a shot,” Nancy says. “Alright,” August agrees. That night he when puts Fiona to bed he reads her a story as usual before placing a kiss to her little forehead. She’s sound asleep at this point, but August stays awhile, just watching her. “I sure hope your nana is right about this next one,” he says before heading off to bed.
The next day August and Nancy set up mid morning tea while waiting for the next candidate to arrive. When the doorbell rings Nancy goes to greet her, brining her into the living room. “Please sit,” she says kindly. August looks up and sees what he can only describe as the second sweetest face he’s ever seen, next to Fiona’s of course. She’s got a round face, and these black rimmed cat eye glasses that sit in front the deepest brown eyes that have this ring of green about the edge of the irises. Soft, full lips, olive skin, and her hair is a mess of curls that sits just past her collar bones.
“I’m August Walker, Fiona’s father. Would you like some tea?,” he blurts out. “Sure, Mr. Walker. I’m Giovanna Cappozzo. My family and friends mostly call me Gia, for little ones it’s usually Gigi,” she says before taking a sip of her tea. “So Gia,” Nancy begins. “Yes ma’am?”, she questions. “You have quite the impressive résumé. Degree in early childhood development, cpr certified and first aid training including choking incidents, speaks three languages, and a minor in literature,” Nancy comments. Gia nods politely.
“Can you swim?,” August asks. “I can. I was a lifeguard in my teens actually,” she states. “What are your hobbies?,” he then asks. “I like to read, crochet, and I like cooking. I’m a bit of a foodie,” she says. “Would you consider yourself responsible? You won’t forget things?,” he asks. “I do, and not usually. I try to maintain my calendar to keep things in order,” she says. “Organized,” he comments. “Yes. I like being organized to the best of my ability,” she replies. “Do you mind playing? Play is really important for development,” he says.
“Of course,” she says. “The last lady we interviewed said she “didn’t play,”” he says. “Not very nanny like in my opinion, but it’s really not my place I suppose”, she responds. “You were with your last family how long?,” he questions. “Five years. Their child went to kindergarten this year so they no longer needed my services,” she says. “I know it’s several years away, but it’s possible may need you longer than that. I travel for my work. Is that doable?,” he says. “It is. I don’t have any other clients lined up,” she tells him.
“Mom what do you think?,” he asks Nancy. “I think she’s more than capable,” Nancy replies. “My mother is really important in my and Fiona’s life. She’s been helping me care for her until now but she’ll be having a hip replacement soon, so she’s no longer able. It won’t be an issue for you that she’s still as involved as she can be will it?,” August asks. “Not at all. I think it’s great to have involved grandparents. If you’re away after her surgery I’d be more than glad to take Fiona to see her,” Gia replies.
Just then the baby monitor crackles, Fiona waking up from her nap. “Why not let them meet August?,” Nancy then says. “Mom I—,” he begins. “You’re considering hiring her, yes?,” she questions. “Maybe,” he says, still a bit hesitant. “Let them meet while we’re all here, if that’s alright with you?,” Nancy says to Gia. “Only if Mr. Walker is okay with it. I’d love to meet her though,” she says, catching August’s eye. “Okay,” he nods tersely before going to get Fiona.
When he brings her out it’s like he’s gone and grabbed a tiny, softer, feminine version of himself. “Maybe a new friend,” Gia thinks she hears him murmur. She hugs on to her father for a moment before wanting to be put down. Fiona turns and looks at Gia before walking directly to her and making grabby hands. Gia picks her up and sits her in her lap, where Fiona quickly cuddles into her. “Hey pretty girl. So sweet,” she coos. After a moment she leans back and looks at Gia before looking at August and pointing to her. “That’s Gia,” he tells her. “Gigi,” she says.
“That’s right, smart girl!,” Gia tells her, making her smile. She claps her little hands together before getting down and holding a hand out to Gia. Gia takes it and Fiona pulls at her hand until Gia sits on the floor. “A minit,” Fiona says before leaving the room. She comes back with an armful of toys. “Froggy,” she says handing her a stuffed frog. “My boks,” she says showing her some blocks. “Read me,” she then says handing Gia a copy of Goodnight Moon. She sits herself in Gia’s lap, and Gia’s graciously reads her the story.
When she’s done Fiona stays there, showing her how she plays with her blocks. “Dada,” Fiona then says. “Yes sweetie?,” he says, and Gia can’t help but notice how much his eyes soften when he looks at his baby girl. “A dink, a nack,” she tells him. “Of course,” he replies. He comes back with her sippy cup and a bowl of strawberries for her. “Tank,” she says. “You’re welcome,” he tells her.
After playing awhile Nancy takes Fiona outside to play so Gia and August can talk. “I’ve looked over your terms, they’re reasonable, your salary is more than fair, and my daughter likes you. I need you to understand something though,” he says. “Okay,” she replies, anticipating what he’s going to say. “My little girl is the most important person in my life. I know some parents say this, but truly I’m willing to die for her, to kill for her. If anything happens to her—,” he says before Gia stops him.
“When that baby girl is in my care she’s as good as being my own child, Mr. Walker. I assure you, I will care for her to the best of my abilities, and if anyone ever tries to hurt her when I’m around, they’re going to wish they’d never met me,” she tells him. He nods before leaning back in his seat. “I guess all I need to know now is when you can start,” he then says. “As soon as you need me,” she replies.
Attn: Revisiting this thought because apparently it’s horny hours.
Word Count: 1,251
Pairing: August Walker x Reader
Summary: August has been gone too long and it puts you in a foul mood.
Warnings: 18+, brat taming, bit of Dom!August, spanking, choking, p in v sex, orgasm denial, angst, creampie, cum eating?, oral (female receiving), fingering, squirting, aftercare, bit of Soft!August too
August has been away on a mission for the longest time. It’s been maybe two, two and a half months and you are fed up. Usually you’re such a good girl for him, being his sweet, perfect little princess, but his absence is bringing out the worst in you. He’s texted you, updating you on his whereabouts and has gotten a simple, “Ok,” in reply from you. “Okay?,” he questions. “Yeah,” you reply shortly.
“What the fuck,” he grumbles to himself. He calls, only for you to forward him to voicemail. That just won’t do. He isn’t far so you should be happy he’s getting closer to being back in your arms but instead he’s getting these curt little replies and you’re hitting the “fuck you” button on him? “Little brat,” he huffs before packing up his stuff. He knows he’s been gone a long time, but that’s no excuse for the attitude. You need to be reminded of your place… and more importantly of how he feels about you.
You come in late, having stopped for a few drinks with the girls at work before going home. You sigh heavily as you kick your shoes off and place your purse and keys on the table in the entryway. You don’t even bother with trying to figure out dinner, instead you head to your room, ready for a shower and bed. You click on the light and begin digging through your dresser for some sleepwear when you get the fright of a life time.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” August says from the chair in the corner of the room. “What the hell?,” you ask as you angrily spin around. “Where were you?,” August demands. “Out for some drinks with the girls, but what do you care? I’ve been waiting for you for two and a half months now. Hardly any communication, no care for me—,” you begin when August cups your jaw between his hand harshly. “You know that’s not true,” he tells you, blue eyes alight with anger. How dare you even let that cross your mind, let alone let it fall from your lips.
“August—,” you gasp, very familiar with what’s going to come next. “No, no. None of that now Princess,” he growls as he begins to rip your clothes off. “I’m sorry,” you wail. “I don’t think you are… not yet,” he tells you as he pushes you into position on the bed. Your ass is pushed out, face in the pillows as he undresses. When he gets on the bed, he smacks your ass harshly, three licks to each cheek before grabbing you up by your throat. He uses his free hand to rub his cock through your slit.
“My Princess isn’t a brat, is she?,” he asks as he smacks his cock against your ass. “N— no sir,” you hiccup as he begins rubbing his cock against your clit. “Then why the fuck are you acting like one?,” he questions before slamming into you. He pushes your head back into the pillows before grabbing your arms and bending them behind your back. He holds them there, leaving you completely to his mercy.
He sets a brutal pace, intent on fucking the brat right out of you, on fucking every stupid little worry out of your head. You cry loudly, the sounds muffled by your pillows. August watches as the tears roll down your face. He fucking loves it. He plows into you harder, cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. He adjusts your hands so they cross and he can hold both wrists in one hand. He starts smacking your ass again, making you whine louder. Once your ass is nice and red he kneads at the tender flesh.
“G— gonna,” you stammer out. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls. “But August,” you say, nearly hysterical. He stills, pressing his front over your back. He kisses the tears off your cheek. “Tell me you still love me,” he whispers. “Of course I do,” you sniffle. “You can never leave me Princess. Please don’t shut me out like that again,” he pleads. “I’m sorry August. I’m so sorry,” you whimper. Without a word, he leans back and begins fucking you with renewed vigor.
Your desperate sobs return as he fucks you only how he can. “Cum on my cock. Be good for me Princess. Give it to me,” he says before he starts to grunt loudly, signaling he’s close. He’s fucking you so hard it feels like he could snap you in half, but damn does it feel good. Your pussy starts to tense, and his groans grow louder. “My perfect Princess,” he breathes, and that’s all it takes for you to shatter. “August,” you scream with your release. The sound of his name falling from your lips has him exploding inside of you, and he fucks his cum into you until he can’t take the stimulation anymore.
He pulls out slowly before letting your hands go. He rubs your body soothingly before turning you to your back. He looks down at the mess he’s made of you, and he can’t help himself. He leans down and begins lapping at your sodden pussy, both wanting to clean you up and give you more to chase away your doubts.
“Ahhh,” you cry out as he licks your cunt clean. His mustache prickles at your clit as he makes his way up. “Mmm,” he groans as he sucks it into his mouth. He shoves two fingers into you and begins thrusting into your gspot. “Please… fuck. C-can’t,” you babble just before you gush everywhere. He then laps that up as well before making his way up your body and capturing your lips with his. The combined taste of the two of your lingers on his tongue, as he pushes it past your lips for you to have a taste. You let out a mewl of satisfaction into his mouth.
When he finally pulls back his ocean eyes soften. “There won’t be a next time,” he says, confusing you. “A next time?,” you ask. “Of you feeling neglected. Princess… I am so sorry. I should’ve done better I—,” he begins before you place a few fingers over his lips. “I should’ve just told you instead of acting the way I did,” you say embarrassedly. “Yeah well.. maybe that’s true, but I shouldn’t have given you a reason to act that way. I can’t make you My Princess and not expect a little spoiled behavior from time to time,” he smiles, making you giggle.
“Just don’t get too crazy. I’ll have to punish you again,” he says darkly. “Don’t give me any ideas,” you tease. He shakes his head before kissing you again. “I love you,” he then says. “I love you too August,” you reply. You run your fingers through his curls, wondering how you could ever be mad at him in the first place before pulling him down for another kiss. “You rest right here. I’ll run us a bath,” he says with one more quick kiss.
After a nice long soak and a set of clean sheets he gets into the bed. “What about your mission?,” you ask. “Fuck it. I’m where I want to be. Someone else can deal with it,” he says as he pulls you into the bed with him. He kisses you deeply before maneuvering you so that he can spoon you. “Goodnight Princess,” he says with a kiss to your cheek.
Shell! This might be a weird request coming from me, but I have intent to at SOME POINT. write August walker. I know that man is well loved in this fandom but I just can’t seem to wrap my head around him. I love my sweet home grown farm boys like Clark and Sy! Or my broody snarky tough boys like Walt and Geralt and even Sherlock I get them!! Walker is still just a homicidal maniac in my mind (a hot homicidal maniac but still😂) and if I write for him I know that my female lead will just tear him apart😂 I know if anyone can prove to me that August walker is a man worth falling in love with it’s you! What do you think about an August one shot where he keeps chasing after a girl that just won’t give him the time of day?
Not weird at all girl! I have written something. I’m a little nervous but I’m hoping it’s something you’ll enjoy!!!! Let me know what you think!
Misconception
Word Count: 3,108
Pairing: August Walker x OFC Penelope Gardner
Summary: When Penelope starts working with August, he can’t understand why she keeps her distance.
Warnings: 18+, angst, unwanted touching and harassment (not by August), smidge of violence, body insecurity, fingering, bit of praise, sex (p in v), squirting, creampie, aftercare because it’s August, Soft!August
The first day she started working with the team, he walked up to her to introduce himself. “Name’s August Walker,” he said, extending a hand to her. “Penelope Gardner,” she said as she eyed him suspiciously. Eventually she did take his hand, letting him shake hers gingerly. “Nell! There you are,” another coworker, Giana, said as she came across the room. “Oh— I see you met Walker here,” she said. “I did,” she replies quietly. “Well did you need anything Walker orrr…,” Giana says. “No, just introducing myself,” he replied. “Okay then well I’ve got to whisk Nell off to show her the ropes. See you around,” she says before she takes Penelope and walks away.
She was such a sweet little thing. Shorter than him, maybe having her head just reach his chest, soft curves, a pouty lip, ash brown hair that falls just to her collar bones, and these grey eyes unlike any he’d seen before. She was perfect in every single way. August knew he had to have her, but she seemed put off by him for some reason. Maybe it was the size difference that had intimidated her a bit, who knows. Most women were immediately taken with him, but now it seemed like a factor he’d taken for granted.
The next morning he came in with coffee and pastries for the office. He made his way to Penelope, offering her first choice. “Oh, no thank you Mr. Walker. I’ve already eaten,” she said before turning her attentions back to her work. “Okay. If you change your mind, they’ll be in the break room,” he tells her. “Thanks,” she says distractedly as she continues her work. He walks away, still determined to win her over in time.
Within the next week he invites her to lunch, offered to walk her to her car, and even offered to help her with some of her work. “That’s not necessary, Mr. Walker,” she said to all of these offers. It was driving him mad. He’d never wanted something so much, only for it to be just out of his reach. Why was she so closed off? He’d noticed her talking, and even laughing with other coworkers, but it was as if she couldn’t make the time for him. It vexed him to no end.
A few more months passed and he still kept up with his polite offerings, just to be continually turned down. It wasn’t until they were made to work together, that she started being less cold towards him, even if only a little. “Mr. Walker could you—,” she began. “Please, August is just fine,” he interjected. “August. Would you mind looking into something just here,” she asked. “Of course,” he replied. He did what was asked of him before yet again inviting Penelope to lunch.
“I brought mine today,” she replied. “Oh… well would you like me to bring you a dessert back?,” he then asked. “That’s okay,” she said with a light smile. “Okay. I’ll be back within the hour,” he said before standing to leave. August has his lunch, and returns to find Penelope away from her desk. Assuming she’s still eating he heads to the break room to find Penelope pushed into a corner by another coworker, Jeffery. “Leave me alone,” he hears her say. “Come on. Pretty little thing like yourself. All alone from what I hear. You’ve gotta be lonely,” he says as he grabs her face.
He’s got his other hand on her hip, squeezing tightly as she tries to pull away. August can’t help but see red. Sure, he was a bit of a deviant at times, he was undoubtedly a rough lover, but he never forced himself on a woman, and always stopped the moment he was asked. Before he even realized he was crossing the room, pulling Jeffery off her, and smashing his fist square into the middle of his face until Jeffery was a crumpled mess in the floor. He looked to Penelope, who was frozen in the corner, tears running down her face.
“Penelope,” he said, gently reaching out to her. She doesn’t respond seemingly in shock. He lightly touches her shoulder and her face snaps up to meet his. “A- August,” she stammers. “It’s okay, you’re safe now,” he says. “Am I? Y- you nearly killed him I-,” she says with a shuddering breath. “I’d never hurt you,” he tells her. “Come on. We have to report this,” he says. “I can’t move,” she chokes out. “Is it okay if I—,” he begins before she starts nodding. He scoops her trembling body into his arms bridal style and carries her out of the break room.
She tucks her face into his neck and he can feel the tears still falling against his skin. Her wet lashes surely leaving mascara just there, but he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about at the moment was her comfort. August knocked on the boss, Kathleen’s, door before entering. “What on earth?,” she asked. “I’m not entirely sure what he said, but Jeffery had her pinned in the corner of the break room. I— I hit him a few times. He’s probably still there,” August admits. “Shit. Okay. You two stay here. I’ll deal with this,” she says.
August sits with Penelope in his lap on the couch in Kathleen’s office as she continues to sob softly. He begins rubbing her back soothingly until the sobs turn to sniffles. He grabs a tissue from the nearby table and gently coaxes Penelope back and wipes her face. He handles her so tenderly it takes her breath. “I was wrong about you,” she then says. “How do you mean?,” he asks with a furrowed brow.
“Giana is a friend. She painted me a picture of everyone that worked here. You… came up a lot. I think maybe she… never mind. She made you seem like some senseless brute, so I unfairly avoided you when you’ve been nothing but nice to me, protected me when I was vulnerable,” she said with a shuddering breath. “Maybe I am a bit of a brute, but I’m far from senseless, Princess,” he chuckles lightly, earning a small smile from Penelope. “I am sorry. D— do you think we could start over and maybe be friends?,” she asked him. “I’d like that very much,” he said as he dabbed away a bit more mascara from her face.
“I’ve gotten it all over you as well. Here,” she says as she holds out her hand. He gives her the tissues and lets her clean the makeup from his skin. He watches her the entire time with rapt fascination. “What did he say to you aside from what I heard?,” August then asked. “Vulgar things that I’d rather not repeat. I told him to leave me alone before he ever laid hands on me, but he wouldn’t. You’re not going to get fired over this incident are you?,” she then asked frantically. “I don’t think so. Kathleen likes me better than she does him, and harassment is something she doesn’t play around about,” he tells her.
Penelope nods before moving to sit beside August, but stays close. He puts an arm around her still trembling body. “I’m sorry about this,” she then says softly. “Hey,” he says as he meets her eye. She shakes her head lightly as more tears come to her eyes. “You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, understand? I’m not glad this happened in the least, but I am glad I came in when I did. If he’d hurt you, I probably would’ve killed him,” he told her. “I thought you had. His face,” she said before cringing. “Yeah, well I’m not sorry. He deserved what he got,” August replied.
After a long day of sorting the entire ordeal out, August can tell that Penelope is exhausted. “Do you want to go grab a bite? I know it’s been a long day,” August tells her. She nearly refuses, just because of the fact she’s so exhausted, but she doesn’t want to turn him down again. “Sure, that’d be great,” she replies. August takes her to this place that has a cocktail vibe. They get stuffed into a booth at the back of the restaurant. It’s dim, quiet, and honestly quite soothing.
“What can I get the two of you to drink?,” their server asks. “Whiskey,” August replies. “I’ll have one too, and a water, thanks,” Penelope says. “What’s good here? I’ve never been before,” she then asks August. “All the pasta, the grilled chicken, the steak, all the veggies and breads I’ve tried have been good too. I think I’m going to have the chicken parmigiana with roasted brussel sprouts, and garlic bread. What about you?,” he asks. “I was thinking about this baked pork chop with broccoli and fries,” she replies. “You’re going to love it,” he says, earning a smile.
“So… you said Giana talks about me a lot?,” Augusts asks after they order. Penelope sips on her drink, looking sheepish. “I shouldn’t have told you that,” she says. “Why not? What does she say? Obviously she gave you some preconceived notions about me that… weren’t so great,” he replies tentatively. “I mean she made you out to be this… sex machine, and she wants in. If you tell her I said this I’ll lie through my teeth,” she said before August began laughing uproariously. “I’m sorry. That’s just… That’s funny,” he said noticing Penelope’s rosy cheeks.
“Yeah well she has lots of… ideas about you. I have no idea why she told me. She kind of made you seem like a womanizer,” Penelope replied nervously. “And that’s why you’ve avoided me?,” he questioned. “Pretty much. I wouldn’t just want to be another notch in your bedpost or anything. I— I’ve been there done that, you know? If I happen to date someone I want it to be something—,” she said before August cut her off. “Real?,” he questions. “Yeah. How did you know?,” she asks surprisedly.
“Because it’s what you deserve. Look… I’ve done more than okay in the… well with you know. I’m sure I could still, but for months now I haven’t bothered,” he told her. “Why not?,” she questioned. “I’m tired of it. Sex is fine, but I want a connection. After my… escapades, it seems that’s all I’m wanted for. It’s gotten lonely, you know?,” he says softly. Penelope reaches across the table and touches his hand gently. “I’m sorry August. You deserve more than that,” she told him, grey eyes shining up at him.
“You’re sweet. I’ve thought so from the moment I first saw you. I— I won’t lie, I’ve been dying for a chance with you since I first laid eyes on you. You’re just so… perfect,” he comments, letting his thumb brush over top her hand. “I’m far from perfect,” she says, becoming flustered. “Not to me,” he replies. “August,” she whispers. “I won’t ask you to make any decisions today, Princess. You’ve dealt with enough. I’m just glad you want to be my friend now, but I thought it only fair you knew of my intentions,” he replied.
After dinner August walks Penelope to her car. She’s about to get in before she turns and hugs him with such a ferocity, it takes him by surprise. “Thank you for… well, you know,” she says as she looks up at him. He gently runs the back of his fingers over her cheek. “You don’t have to thank me sweetheart. Be careful going home. I’ll see you in the morning,” he says before hugging her once more.
Much to everyone’s surprise, over the next few months August and Penelope became nearly inseparable. He ate up every little bit of information about her. He knew her birthday, her favorite color, favorite foods. Basically every trivial thing he could know, he did. He also knew deeper things, like what her childhood was like or that she was still afraid of the dark, and she knew just as much about him. He told her he’d been in the CIA before working here, which no one but Kathleen knew, and how sometimes he was plagued with nightmares about the things he did and saw.
He told her this after cooking her dinner one night at his place. “Oh August,” she said as she embraced him. She wasn’t judging him, just wanted to comfort him. It was something he’d never experienced before. He pulled Penelope into his lap and tucked his face into her chest. “I’ve never felt so close to anyone,” he admitted as he looked up at her, his baby blues glistening as he spoke. “Me either,” she replied before leaning down and kissing him gently. His grip on her tightened as she deepened the kiss. Once they both were nearly breathless she pulled away. Penelope rested her forehead to his as they caught their breaths.
“I’m falling in love with you,” he said, barely above a whisper. “Good. I’m glad I’m not alone in feeling—,” she began before he kissed her again. This time the kiss had more intent. His hand roamed up and down her thigh, kneading gently, making her moan softly into his mouth. “Tell me… tell me you want me as much as I want you,” he pleaded. “There’s nothing in the world I want more,” she tells him. With that, he scooped her up and carried her to his bedroom. Clothes begin to fall, and hands begin to roam before August laid her back onto his bed.
He then sits back. He has to see her. How beautiful she looks just for him. Penelope tries to cover herself, suddenly becoming self conscious. “Please don’t. You’re beautiful. Every inch of you,” August says as he gently moves her hands away. She’s worried before about getting to this point, being that she’s exactly not petite, but with the way he’s looking at her and with his words she melts. She reaches up and lets her hands run from his hairy chest to his stomach. His eyes flutter shut at the feeling, before he opens them and begins touching her as well.
Then it’s like a flip has switched and he can’t touch enough of her. His hands roam everywhere, softly caressing her body while he kisses her. Then with newfound eagerness, his mouth starts to wander. He kisses and laps at her throat, making her writhe beneath him. The hair on his chest scrubbing against her quickly hardening nipples. “August,” she gasps, as he takes one of them into his mouth. He lets his hand find its way between her fold and feels how wet she is. He gathers her wetness and plays with her clit as he continues sucking on her nipples. Then he begins alternating between fingering her and massaging her little pearl.
She’s got two fistfuls of his curls in her hands as the pressure begins to build. He slides his skillful fingers back into her, curling them just right until he feels her clamping down on them. “That was so good Princess. Proud of you,” he mumbles into her skin. He kisses his way back up to her lips and kisses her softly. “Need you August. Please,” she breathes. He lines himself up before easing in. Her mouth falls open, airy little moans filling the room as he pushes forward.
Once he’s fully seated, he pauses, giving her time to adjust to his size. After a moment, Penelope runs her hands down his back, before grabbing his ass and pushing his hips impossibly closer. Just the simple feeling alone makes her clinch. He drops down to his forearms, cupping the back of her head in one hand as he begins to move. It’s the most tender he’s ever been with a woman, but he’s never loved anyone like this before. He wants her to feel it so badly.
“I love you,” he tells her, unable to help himself. “I love you too,” she says before he kisses her. August pulls back to watch her face as he feels her tightening up. She whimpers softly as her lips form into a little pout as her orgasm takes over. “Beautiful,” he murmurs. She smiles shyly up at him before leaning up and kissing his neck. “Sweetheart,” he groans. She brings her lips to his ear and nips at his earlobe. He can’t help himself as his hips begin to move faster, only pulling out just enough to thrust back in.
“You feel so good,” he pants. “S- so do you,” she stammers. He pushes in further, grinding against her so he doesn’t have to leave a single inch of her warmth. “A- August,” she moans as she grips at his back. “Yeah?,” he asks. “Don’t stop… please d-,” she begs before squirting uncontrollably. “Oh fuck,” August whines. Her entire body is trembling in his arms as he continues to grind into her. “Princess I’m close. Where?,” he asks. “I have the implant so wh- wherever y-you… want,” she says brokenly as he begins to hammer into her.
He wraps her up in his arms as his hips piston in and out of her. She holds on as she feels another orgasm building while his cock swells inside her. “Can’t… can’t,” he whimpers. “Cum for me August,” she tells him, and that’s all it takes. He slams into her as the first wave of his orgasm pulses through his cock, his hot cum spurting out and coating the inside for her tight pussy. Her walls flutter at the feeling of him thrumming inside of her, making him moan into her skin.
He lays there for a moment trying to come down from the high he felt making love to the only woman he’s ever loved. “Are you okay?,” she asks softly. “I’m perfect,” he says as he leans up. She gives him a smile that he returns. “Would you… want to stay with me?,” he asks tentatively. “I’d love that,” she replies. With that he scoops her up and takes her to shower off. He washes every inch of her, placing tender kisses here and there as he goes, before she returns the favor. Once they’re out, he offers her a T-shirt and a pair of his boxers before changing the sheets and pulling her into the bed.
She giggles as August wraps his arms around her and nuzzles down into her chest. “Just a big teddy bear,” she says before kisses the top of his head. “Just for you, Princess,” he replies before pulling her even closer.
Series Summary: You’re an assassin recruited by a certain organization for your skill set, the only downfall is that you’ve been partnered with August Walker.
Series Summary: You’re a hacker fronting as August’s secretary. Although he was a bit of a reputation the two of you become quite fond of each other from the very start.
Attn: Had some downtime today and got this finished up. Hope y’all enjoy!
Word Count: 2,201
Pairing: Bodyguard August Walker x Reader
Summary: August is going to get you back.
Warnings: 18+, gun violence, killing, kidnapping, sex (p in v)
Previous Part:
Part Nine
You slowly awake, vision blurred as you try to figure out what the hell is going on. Your head hurt like you’d been on a bender. “Uhhh,” you groaned. “Sorry about that, love. Side effect of the drugs,” an unfamiliar, English male voice said. Your vision cleared and your eyes focused in on the huge man in front of you. He had tattoos up and down both arms and up his neck, black buzzed hair, and a beard. The sheer size of him was alarming but all of him was intimidating. You couldn’t let that show though, not now.
“Who the fuck are you?,” you spat. “Name’s Soren. No hard feelings hey love? Just business. Had my boy Felix grab you from the hospital. I don’t much blend in there,” he rambles off. “Do I look like I give a damn about any of that? Why am I here?,” you asked. “Me and my team were contracted by the Davenports to take you,” he shrugged. “And you just.. take people? What kind of person does that?,” you asked angrily. “One that likes money,” he replies. “August is going to kill all of you,” you tell him, which makes him laugh.
“Your little boyfriend won’t be a problem. Nor will that ex boss of his or the policeman,” he tells you, making your heart drop and it must’ve shown on your face. “We were told not to hurt you lovie, and keep you here at any cost. Those three are the main ones in the fuckin’ way. They have to go,” he tells you. “Please… I’ll give you the money myself. Just don’t hurt August. Sy or Walter either. They don’t deserve—,” you beg before he cuts you off. “Deserve… doesn’t matter who deserves what. It’s the job,” he tells you.
That’s when you break. Tears start rolling down your cheeks as you sob. “Tears don’t bother me. You actually look pretty when you cry. I can see why the bodyguard couldn’t help himself,” he smirks. “Go to Hell!,” you screech, making him laugh more. “There are worse things,” he says nonchalantly. “August is going to kill you,” you tell him again. “We’ll see,” he replies.
Meanwhile August is still beside himself. Sy called Walter down to the hospital with the necessary papers to get copies to every last bit of security footage they had. August was currently pacing the floor in Greg’s room while some other guys from the security company were on the way, along with a few officers. “Mr. Walker,” Greg said, stopping him in his tracks. “I don’t blame you. I just want you to promise me something,” he says. “I’m going to get her back. If it’s the last fucking thing I ever do, Greg,” he vows. Greg nods lightly before Sy appears at the door. “The guys are here. You ready?,” he asks. “Yeah. I’ll keep you posted as much as I can,” August tells Greg before leaving.
They meet Walter at the elevator before heading down. “I’m sorry this has happened,” Walter says. “What do you care?,” August huffs. “Well you seem to love her. Just being empathic”, he replies. “Yeah empathic to eyeballing what’s mine. I’m not fucking stupid Marshall,” he says gruffly. “Look. That’s neither here nor there right now, you hear me? Fuckin’ keep it together, if not for your own sake, for hers. I’ve known that girl for years now. She’s like family. If we can’t get her back, ain’t gonna be no gettin’ her back. Understand?,” Sy barks. “Yeah,” August and Walter say in unison.
When they headed into the parking garage a familiar feeling pricked at the base of August’s skull. “Something’s not right,” Walter murmured right before a loud noise rung out across the garage. “Gun!,” Sy shouted while grabbing Harry by the shirt and ducking for cover behind a car. The three of them scrambled, brandishing guns of their own. “Where the fuck are they?,” August whispered. “I wasn’t made for this shit,” Harry squeaked. “S’alright kid. We got your back,” Sy assured him. “For some reason that’s not reassuring,” Harry pants as more gunfire rings out.
Walter manages to call for backup, which arrives promptly. When the sirens ring out the culprits scatter but one gets left behind. He’s on his knees down on the ground when August kicks him over and stands on his throat. “Where is she?,” he seethes as he points his gun to the man’s head. “They’ll be calling soon enough,” he tells him. “I want to know right fucking now,” he says angrily as his finger reaches towards the trigger. “Don’t do nothin’ you’ll be regrettin’,” Sy tells him. “I wouldn’t regret wasting this piece of shit if it weren’t for going to prison,” he says as he moves away.
After the shootout, the four of them head to the station. Walter goes to interrogate the guy they arrested, while Sy, Harry, and August go to look over security footage. “Can you zoom in there?,” August asks as he notices something. “Let me see,” Harry says as he works. He zooms in and clears up the imagine a bit. “Whatcha see? His face is covered by a surgical mask,” Sy points out. “It’s the tattoo. I know a guy that had that same tattoo, same place. Ex CIA, Felix Delco,” August says. “You’re sure?,” Walter asks as he enters the room.
“Yeah I’m sure,” August replies. “Our guy in there, Dylan won’t talk. I have them bringing our old buddy Sam down. Figured he might want to cooperate a second time if we offer him a deal,” Walter says. “Whatever it takes to get her back, but I’m positive that’s the same tattoo. I don’t know if you’ll be able to track Felix down but worth a shot,” August adds. Walter gets someone on finding Felix, before going to talk to Sam. “You wanna go watch? Me and Harry got this,” Sy tells August. He nods before leaving the room. August gets in just when Sam starts spilling.
“You got a map?,” he asks. Walter produces one. “They’ve got warehouses all around, but the Davenports also have a yacht. They’ve taken people out there before. Not so easy for them to escape out there on the open water. My bet is on her being there,” Sam says. As soon as he gets it out August is on the move. He leaves without saying a word and heads to the storage compartment he’s kept in town. Once there he’s sliding his wetsuit on before putting his clothing on top, and loading up a tactical bag.
When he rolls up the door of the compartment he’s met with three unexpected faces. “Just what are you doin’?,” Sy asks him. “What do you think? Now if you’ll—,” he said before Walter stopped him short. “Going all by yourself are you?,” Walter asked. “That’s the plan Marshall. As I was saying, if you’ll politely get the fuck out of my way,” August replied. “You can’t go alone. They’ll kill you before you get the chance to get her. They called. They want Harry to do the exchange,” Sy says.
“What the fuck do they want him for?,” August spat. “Said he’s the most harmless,” Sy shrugged. “And you two just planned on letting him?,” August asked incredulously. “They want him to bring it to the dock, take him to the boat, then bring them both back. We were thinking beforehand we would do exactly what you’re doing,” Walter told him. “I don’t need help,” August insisted. “We don’t know what they got on that boat. We don’t even know if once Harry gets there what’ll happen. You need help,” Sy pressed. “Fine,” August gritted out.
It was two hours before the exchange. August, Sy, and Walter stealthily made their way to the dock before situating their scuba gear and slipping into the water. When they got to the boat they get themselves ready. “Look, let’s not try to murder anyone here. Necessary force only,” Walter said. “Whatever. I’m going to find my Princess. You two watch my back,” August instructed. Sy and Walter covered him while he went below deck. He peaked into most every room and was surprised to find most of them empty.
He heard some scuffling upstairs and suddenly the door in front of him flew open, a hulking frame meeting his. “Now how did you get in here?,” he smirked. “I came for—,” he began when he heard you frantically calling out to him. “August! Oh my God August!,” you shouted. “You’ll be havin’ to go through me,” Soren told him. Before he could blink August pulled his gun and shot him right between the eyes. August all but ran to you. “Princess,” he said as he caressed your face. “August,” you cried as you pulled at the restraints on your wrists. “Hold on sweetheart,” he said soothingly.
As soon as you were free, you threw your hands around him and sobbed into his shoulder. “He— he told me they were going to kill you,” you stammered. “They tried, but not hard enough,” he replied. You cried harder as you clung to him. Just then Sy and Walter appeared. “Is she alright?,” Sy asked as he came to August’s side. “Princess d— did they hurt you?,” August asked as his voice wavered. “No,” you said as you finally pulled back to meet his eye. He wiped away your tears as he shed a few of his own.
“Why didn’t you wake me?,” he asked. “You were so tired. I didn’t think they’d— I’m sorry,” you wailed. “Shhh. It’s okay,” he said as he pulled you down into his lap. “I’ll take us back to the dock,” Walter then said. “Walter? Sy?,” you said as you finally realized they were there. “It’s us little darlin’,” Sy said softly. “They said they were going to kill you too,” you said with a quivering lip. “Not gettin’ rid of us that easy. Ain’t that right?,” Sy said to Walter. “That’s right. You’re safe now,” Walter replied with a nod before leaving the room.
After getting back August carried you to the car. “I’ll need a statement from her sometime,” Walter told August. “We’ll be at her house. Listen I—,” August began before Sy cut him off. “Don’t even worry about it,” Sy told him. August turned his attention to Walter. “I feel the same. It was well worth it,” Walter said as he looked past August to you. You smiled softly at the three men before laying the seat back and curling up. “Later,” August said before he rounded the car. When the two of you got home, August helped you out of the car and noted how stiff you were. “Let’s get you a warm bath Princess,” he said softly.
When you got inside he helped you undress as the water ran. He grabbed some epsom salt and added it before undressing himself. He helped you in, nestling you between his legs as your back rested on his chest. “Is it over now August?,” you asked softly. “The Davenports are still in the wind, but I’m not letting you out of my sight a second time,” he told you. You turned in his lap, draping your arms around his neck and looking up into his big blue eyes. You couldn’t help but let a few tears fall. “I thought I was never going to see you again,” you said barely above a whisper.
August rubbed your back while you wiped the tears from your face and kissed him fervently. He groaned as you tangled your fingers into his curls. “Princess, you need—,” he began before you cut him off. “I need you,” you said before kissing him again. August could feel his cock hardening in spite of himself. He knew you needed rest but how could he ever deny you? When you raised your hips up and sat yourself on his cock, he lost all control. He braced himself before thrusting up into you. “August,” you rasped. “Princess… I love you,” he panted. “I love you,” you replied as he kissed down the side of your neck.
August could feel your pussy tightening around him. “Let go, Princess. I’ve got you,” he says assuringly as he holds you tighter. You squeeze him tight, sending him into his own orgasm. He grunts into your neck as he empties himself. The two of you catch your breath before kissing each other lovingly. August stands with you and takes you to the shower to clean you off. Once you’re done you put on some comfortable clothes. “Fuck we don’t have any groceries,” he grumbled. “Can we just order pizza?,” you ask as he stands in the kitchen. “Sure,” he replies before placing the order.
Once you’re done eating, you take August by the hand and lead him to the bedroom. “I’m sleepy,” you tell him as you pull him to the bed. He holds you close and caresses your body soothingly. “I love you,” you tell him. “I love you too Princess,” he replies. Eventually you drift off to sleep in the comfort of his arms.
Attn: Finally got this bad boy written. Hope y’all enjoy!
Word Count: 2,221
Pairing: Bodyguard August Walker x Reader
Summary: You and August arrive at the private island.
Warnings: 18+, oral (female receiving), fingering, squirting, rough sex (p in v), creampie, aftercare, Soft!August, mentions of child and domestic abuse
Previous Part:
Part Seven
After making a quick stop by your house and the department store for a few things the two of you were lacking, you and August headed to your father’s private air strip. After takeoff August unbuckled you, pulled you into his lap, and let his mustache tickle your neck. “August,” you giggled as you squirmed in his lap. “I love you,” he murmured into your skin before kissing his way to your lips and kissing you sensually. “I love you too,” you said softly when he pulled away. For the remainder of the flight he kept you close until it was time to land.
You two left the airport then took a boat out to the island. It was your first time there and it was absolutely breathtaking. There was a white sandy beach, beautiful turquoise water, and then the house was something else all together. Of course your dad wouldn’t have anything but the best so it was big and sprawling. “Greg sure knows how to live, huh?,” August asks. “Yeah he definitely goes all out,” you agree as you two head inside. August insists on carrying all your bags, of course, and after you pick the room, let’s then hit the floor with a thud.
“So, what’s my Princess want to do first,” he asks as he takes you in his arms. “I’m hungry. Then I want to go to the beach,” you tell him. “Alright, I’ll make you lunch then beach it is,” he tells you. August scoured the fridge before pulling some items out and getting started. “You know I can cook sometimes too,” you said as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “I know, Princess, but I like to cook for you,” he replied simply. You gave him a squeeze before kissing his cheek and sitting down. When it was done he plated the food and brought it to you before fixing you a glass of water.
He got done before you and went on and changed into his swim trunks. “I found this beach blanket in the closet. Meet me out there when you’re ready,” he said before giving you a kiss. You finished up, then washed your dishes before heading to the room to change. You grabbed one of your many swimsuits and slipped into it before heading down to the beach. You found August standing where the land met the sea, looking out across the horizon. “See something?,” you ask as you approach. His attention turns to you and he can automatically feel himself getting hard. His arousal only builds when he realizes your bottom is a thong.
You walk out to the water until the waves are just sloshing below the curve of your ass, and until this point August never knew he could be jealous of water. “Princess,” he rasps as he moves towards you. Once you’re in his arms his hands are on your ass. “You said I should wear thongs more often,” you said as you ran your hands over the hair on his chest. You let them slide down his stomach and felt his skin ripple beneath your touch. “You listened,” he replied. “Of course I did,” you said as you pushed your hand past the waistband of his swim trunks and began stroking him. August bit his lip, enjoying the feeling of your hand around him before pulling you out of the ocean and onto the beach.
Before you reach the blanket the two of your suits are discarded. August helps you sit on the edge before toweling the sand off your feet then doing the same to his own. He then lays you back and goes right to nursing on your clit. He’s latched on so firmly as his fingertips dig into your hips, while your entire body tries to writhe against him. “August,” you whine. “Mmm,” he groans before taking your thighs and pushing them back. He pushes his tongue into your cunt while thumbing at your clit firmly. Soon enough, your thighs are shaking around his head as you fall apart for him.
“Fuck yes,” he breathes before slapping your clit. You yelp while trying to close your legs but he’s got a firm hold on you while he continues spanking your pussy. “Fuck… August please,” you beg. He stops before shoving two fingers into you and lightly rubbing the whiskers of his mustache against your tender clit. You can hear your pussy squelching as he starts pushing into your gspot. “Cum all over me Princess,” he demands before you tighten up around his fingers. “Yes sir,” you cry out as you squirt all over his hand and forearm. He pulls his fingers out before sitting you up.
Your previous orgasms have you completely pliant as he situates himself behind you. He sits you in his lap, draping your legs over his thighs, spreading you as wide as he can while sinking you down onto his cock. You lean back into him, letting your arm hook around his head and tangle into his curls. For a moment he sits still, pinching at your nipples, suckling on your neck, making you squirm and clench against him. “Please August,” you pout. He cups your chin and makes you face him. He crashes his lips to yours and he’s done teasing. He begins fucking into you roughly, making you bounce in his lap.
You start moaning into his mouth and he holds you tighter, grasping at both breasts. “Feel good Princess?,” he pants. “Y— yes sir. Fuck… love your fat cock,” you stammer. “Such a dirty mouth on my Princess today,” he comments. “Mmm,” you whine. August runs one hand up to your throat and grabs you there while his other hand goes to work pinching your nipples. With each pinch he can feel you spasming around him. He loves the feeling and wants more so he slides his hand down and pinches your clit, making you moan loudly. He’s got it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and stroking at it. “Tight little pussy’s choking me… fuck,” he huffs before picking up his pace. When he does you start squirting all out into the open.
He grunts loudly into your neck as he holds you so tight you can hardly breathe. You can tell he’s close and decide to reach down between the two of you and fondle his balls. “Shit… shit,” he wheezes as he slams into you. He tenses and stills, orgasm stalling out, before his warm cum begins spurting out of him. It feels so good he never wants to stop, but finally has to when he starts to soften, dispite his want to continue. He lays back with you splayed across his chest. He then feels himself slip out of you and his seed trickle down onto him. He shudders at the feeling.
He reaches down between your legs and cups your pussy possessively. “You okay?,” he asks. “Mmhmm,” you reply. He sits back up before helping you turn in his lap so you can straddle him. His eyes go soft as yours meet. You smile up at him and he can’t help but feel his heart melt. He smiles back at you sweetly before giving you a kiss. “Let’s go get you cleaned up sweetheart,” he says before getting up and carrying you in. Once in the shower, August is massaging shampoo into your hair, when he speaks. “When this is all over, I want to take you on a proper date,” he tells you.
“Yeah?,” you question. “Yeah. Somewhere nice,” he replies. You turn in his arms and let him rinse your hair. “We can go wherever you want,” you say. “I want to take you to a nice restaurant, maybe out to the opera. Then take you home and have my way with you,” he breathed. “Well for starters you can have your way with me anytime, but we don’t have to go anywhere fancy, August. All I care about is being with you,” you tell him while he starts to wash you. “You’re my Princess are you not?,” he asks. “Of course I am,” you reply without hesitation. “So you realize you deserve the Princess treatment then?,” he says. He poses it as a question but truly, you know it’s not. “That’s all you ever give me,” you tell him before giving him a kiss.
“You’re so perfect,” he then says unexpectedly. “So are you. Can I bathe you? You’re always doing it for me,” you say. “You can do whatever you want to me Princess. I— I never thought I’d feel this way about someone,” he replies. “What way?,” you ask. “Like I’d go to the ends of the earth just to make sure you’re happy. Like my biggest purpose is caring for you and keeping you safe. Like I’d do anything in this world just to have you near me. Like I’d die for you, but I’d rather live and breathe for you,” he says softly. “August,” you whisper as tears form in your eyes.
You let emotion overwhelm you when you brought him in for a kiss. He held you close as you poured all that you had into the kiss. When you pulled away he looked down at you with so much love you nearly teared up again. “I know Princess,” he said before kissing your forehead. You finished up cleaning him and the two of you decided to relax out on the deck. You were sitting on a lounger scrolling through your social media when August came up behind you and sat with you between his legs.
“Picture?,” you asked him. “Sure, but let’s not post it or anything until we’re back for safety purposes,” he told you. “I just wanted it for my phone background,” you said. You snapped a few before deciding on your favorite. “Can you send those to me?,” he then asked. You did before sitting your phone aside and leaning into him. He began running his fingertips up and down your arms and before you realized you were asleep. You woke up in the bed with August tangled around you. When you tried to move his arms tightened around you. “Mine,” he mumbled. “Yours,” you replied while running your fingers over his curls.
The next week went on as such. You and August were so relaxed it felt like the real world hardly existed. You two had just finished showering after he’d bent you over and fucked you senseless. You flopped down on the bed, making August chuckle. “Did I wear you out Princess?,” he questioned. “Yes. Come hold me,” you pouted. Amusement danced behind his eyes but he acquiesced nonetheless. He pulled you close before gently caressing your bare body. “Tell me more about your family,” you said, surprising August. “What do you want to know?,” he asked. “You said your dad was mean?,” he asked. “He was. A drunk and a bastard. Used to beat my mom and me,” he told you. “I’m sorry,” you replied.
“When I finally got big enough to fight back he left. My mom cried, but she didn’t know what to do. She’d stayed at home their entire marriage. She figured it out and got a job though, took care of the both of us until I got grown, then I took care of her until she passed. Cancer. Have no idea where my old man is. Don’t much care. Your dad seems like a nice man,” he then said. “He is. He never hit me or was even mean to me, but he wasn’t around a lot. Always working. My mom died giving birth to me and he kind of fell apart, which I don’t blame him for. My grandmother, Mary, raised me. He always made sure I had everything I wanted though. I’m sure you’ve noticed even now he’s not afraid to spend his money on me,“ you told him.
“I definitely have. Nothing wrong with that though, I guess. It’s not like he’s trying to buy your love, just how he shows it yeah?,” he questions. “Yeah, for sure,” you replied. You mindlessly played with the hair on his chest, thinking. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?,” he asks. “I was thinking if in the future you’d want children,” you said as you looked up at him. “I’ve never really thought about it, but with you… maybe if you wanted them,” he contemplated. “Really?,” you questioned. “I’ve just never seen myself being the fatherly type. I mean I’ve never had much of an example,” he replies.
“I think you’d be good at it,” you tell him. He gives you a look, making you laugh. “If you took care of our child as well as you took care of me I wouldn’t have a thing in the world to worry about,” you shrugged. “Our child…,” he trails off. “We’ve got plenty of time to think about all of that though, I was just curious was all,” you tell him. “You’re right, plenty of time. I do know I want to marry you one day though. You’re mine and I’m never letting you go,” he tells you as he tightens his arms around you. “And you’ll never have to,” you reply with a kiss.
