Hey, regarding your Henry Cavill fics, could you write about August Walker as a husband or a father? I've never read anything related to that about August. The idea of August being this evil man but with a secret family. He's an evil antagonist and I love him like that, but soft August would be nice for a change.
hello, I do apologise for taking so long to get to this and the shortness. I hope you enjoy it either way.
summary - your married to august walker, and he finally comes home and greets you and your kids.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
“Honey, I’m home!” August walks through the door tiredly. He puts his bags down and kneels, hearing little feet running toward him. August smiles, opening his arms as his daughter and son run into them.
“Daddy!!!” They launch into his arms, wrapping their tiny arms around him. “Missed you so much!” They giggle, snuggling close to him.
“I missed you munchkins too! Were you good for mummy?” August asks, stroking their backs and hair. They nod, grinning up at him.
You smile, leaning against the wall and watching your husband with your children. “Hey, baby.” He looks up before standing, lifting your kids into his arms and walking over to you. August smiles, leaning close and placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your hand comes up and strokes his cheek, noticing the tiny cut.
Summary: You've been dating August Walker for several months and things are wonderful. Until one date night, August shows you a new side of him, and yourself.
Pairing: August Walker/Reader
Word Count: 8.5k
Warning: NC-17 - SMUT with a pinch of fluff! Soft Dom!August, inexperienced sub!Reader, Teeniest Switch!Reader, Multiple Orgasms, BDSM, Dirty Talk, Shower Masturbation, Body Fluids, Teasing, Fingering, Restraints, P in V, Cream Pie, Toys, Scratching, Spanking, Stimulation, Hand Job, Sensation play, Cock Warming, Blindfolds, minor Subspace, Soft!August, Aftercare
Inspiration: Netflix's How to Build a Sex Room. The title is a reference to the quote: "When in Rome, do as the Roman's do." which means; Go with the flow!
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You had been seeing August for several months, the two of you had met in Rome, where you were on vacation and August was on a work trip. You were admiring the magnificent Trevi fountain, when this, absolute, hulk of human being stepped up beside you, wearing a button down, plaid shirt and tight blue jeans with a dark and faded, Kansas City, Chiefs ball cap. You instantly tensed, and not because you were frightened by him, though he did have an intimidating edge about him. He was so damned handsome, that sharp jaw dusted with stubble and his upper lip crowned with a thick, but meticulously groomed, mustache. He towered above you and his muscles filled out his clothing in a way that you wondered how he wasn't popping buttons and seams.
“Beautiful, isn't it?” He purred in a deep, American accent, tilting his chin towards the fountain.
You blinked up at him several times, then finally glanced back at the piece of art. “Yeah, it's gorgeous.” You squeaked, throat tight.
“Almost three million cubic feet of water runs through the fountain, every day.” He said, rather nonchalantly.
“That's rather impressive!” You replied, looking at the fountain with surprise.
The strange man turned towards you, extending his hand. “I'm August.” He said, flashing a million dollar smile at you, that had your knees turning into jelly.
“Nice to meet you, August.” You replied, shaking his hand and introducing yourself.
“I couldn't help but notice you, and hope you don't find this too forward.” August began, holding your eyes, his deep and mysterious. “But would you like to grab lunch with me?” He asked, cocking his head at you.
You gasped softly, taken aback by his request, and stared up at him, your hand still ever-so-gently clutched in his hand, you felt enchanted by him. “I'd love to.”
From that lunch onward, being with August was always an adventure, globe-trotting, expensive dinners and gifts, and the sex was amazing! But you were about to learn about a whole new side of August Walker and experience a different adventure.
“I had a great night, August.” You sighed, relaxing in the passenger seat of his matte black, Bugatti Chiron.
“It's not over yet, love.” He smirked, resting his hand on your thigh, stroking the fabric of your black, cap sleeve dress with lace detail.
“Oh, is that so?” You grinned back at him.
“It definitely is.” August nodded, a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes.
You were excited to find out what August had in store for the rest of the night, as you looked out the window, the cityscape twinkling against the blackness of the night sky. But as you stared at the city, you realized you and August weren't on the right side of the city to be going back to August's apartment. You looked over at him, a small spark of suspicion and concern blooming in the pit of your stomach.
“Gus, I thought we were going back to your place.” You pointed it out.
“We are, sweetheart.” He replied, patting your thigh reassuringly. “Don't you worry.”
You nodded, trusting August.
The drive was quiet the rest of the way to your destination, where you eventually left the city behind, turning off of the highway and into an industrial section of town. You looked at August dubiously, but he just chuckled at you, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek. He turned onto a short, gravel driveway of a gated property, entered the pass code and drove on towards a medium sized and unassuming, black painted, cinder-block warehouse.
“Is this where I find out you're really a serial killer?” You quipped, dryly.
August laughed, pulling into a single parking spot. “No, babe, it's not. If I was going to kill you, I would have done it after our first date.” He teased back, opening his door and stepping out, then moved around and opened your door, extending his hand to you.
You took August's hand and got out of the car, following him towards the main door of the warehouse, he punched in another pass code and swung the door open, before extending your hand forward and moving out of your way, indicating he wanted you to go inside first. You glanced up at him, before going through the dark portal, almost instantly blinded by bright lights that flickered on with the help of motion sensors. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you gasped at what laid before you, it looked nothing like a warehouse, it looked more like a house!
The walls were covered in dark red and black, grass-cloth damask wallpaper with charcoal gray Kentucky Rose Crown molding and matching baseboard, the ceiling was painted black with small flecks of gold, lined with recess lighting and the concrete floor was high gloss and so polished, you could see your own reflection in it. The main room you stood in had a long leather couch, a low coffee table, a mini fridge and a flat screen tv, with two closed doors, one in front of you and one to your left. You jumped slightly, feeling August's hands suddenly on the zipper at your nape, but he calmed you with a gentle kiss to the nook of your neck, slowly pulling the zipper down, before slipping a hand inside the loose fabric, soothing a palm over your back and side, until he cupped your hip.
“Do you trust me?” He whispered into your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
You drew in a soft breath, your mouth working for a moment. “I-I do, August.” You whimpered, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Are you willing to have some fun with me?” He asked, tracing the rim of your ear with the tip of his nose, before lightly tugging on it with his teeth.
Your stomach flipped. “I can give it a try, for you, Gus.” You gulped, starting to breathe heavy.
“Excellent.” August smirked, gliding his hand up from your hip to your shoulder and pushed your dress off of it, followed by the other, allowing your dress to cascade down your body, like the trickle of water, and pool around your high heels. “Your safe word is: Rome.” He rumbled into your neck, wrapping an arm around your waist and hugging you back against him, allowing you to feel his growing arousal.
“A safe word?” You echoed, turning your face into the side of his and lifted a brow.
“Mmhm.” August nodded, smoothing his palm up your stomach and cupped your breast through the lace fabric of your bra, kneading and squeezing it. “Just in case you need a break or I do something you don't like, my sweet Lamb.”
“What would you do that I might not like?” You asked, frowning at him.
August chuckled at you, lifting his head and kissed you delicately on the lips. “All in due time, Lamb, all in due time.” He cooed against your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip for a second. “First things first though.” He said, moving away slightly, to unclasp your bra. “Finish getting undressed and go through that door over there.” He instructed you, pointing out the door straight ahead of you.
“What's over there?” You inquired, taking off your heels, removing your bra and slipping out of your panties, but gasped as August lightly smacked you on the ass. “What was that for!” You demanded, turning towards him.
“You're asking too many questions, Lamb.” He grinned at you, thoroughly amused by your inexperienced innocence. “Just be a good girl and do as I say.” He said, resting his hands on your shoulders and turned you back around to face the door, giving you a much more gentle pat on the bum, to get you going in its direction.
You shot August a look over your shoulder, but did as he asked, going up to the door and turned the black, curved lever knob, to reveal a well equipped bathroom on the other side. The walls and flooring were the same as the first room, but the ceiling was nothing but bright, high quality lighting panels, there was an enormous, acrylic, freestanding, overflow soaking tub to one side, the outside of it wrapped in copper accent. A metal and walnut shelf ran the length of the wall behind the tub, holding towels, wash clothes and loofahs, body washes, shampoos and conditioners, as well as all manners of bath salts. On the other side of the bathroom was a glass encased shower, with a rainfall shower head and jets coming out of the walls. You noticed metal grab bars bolted into the gray, transparent subway tile, at varying heights.
There were candles of all thickness and heights positioned about the room, on the floor, on shelves and around the tub, unlit. The bathroom had the most romantic feeling, which was odd for a bathroom, but you felt it encouraging your mood. What startled you though, were the things hanging on the wall on the other side of the tub, thick leather cuffs, with connectors, and a few things you hadn't a clue to their identity.
The door to the bathroom opened and August joined you, smiling at you sweetly, but his blue eyes held mischief and arousal. He was naked now himself, and he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, kissed you deeply and with a heated passion. You moaned into his mouth, flicking your tongue against his as it slipped into your mouth, hungry and dominant.
“God, you are gorgeous.” He growled, breaking the kiss and looking you over, like a hungry wolf.
“I would say the feeling is mutual.” You smirked back at him, hugging your arms around his waist. “So, what are we doing, Gus?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.
“Showering.” He told you, unlocking your arms from around his waist and went over to the table against the wall, taking a loofah, wash cloth, bottle of body wash, shampoo and condition, then pulled you over to the shower and stepped inside with you.
“But I took a shower before our date.” You protested, softly. “Four hours ago.”
“Yes, I know.” August replied, closing the shower door and turned to the shower controls. “But I have standards for play time, so we'll wash again.” He told you, setting the water temperature and turning on the shower head, causing pleasantly warm water to rain down over your head, drawing out a moan.
“Are you going to tell me, what kind of play we're doing?” You asked, looking up at him.
“You're in the middle of it now, Lamb.” August smirked, wetting the wash cloth and wiped your makeup off, before popping open the shampoo and squeezed it into your hair.
“Wait a second, I can bath myself, good sir!” You protested, as August started to work the shampoo into a lather, batting his hands away.
August pressed his lips together, drawing in a long, deep breath and letting it out just the same, before rinsing his hands and stepped out of the shower, going over to the wall of cuffs and took a pair off, bringing them back to you.
“Oh no.” You shook your head, backing away from him.
“You're being a complicated Brat.” He said, still advancing on you, trapping you in the far corner. “I'm not going to put up with that.” He told you, reaching out and spun you around, pinning your arms behind you and shackled the soft, but strong, leather cuffs around your wrists and clipped them together with the small silver ring attached to them. “Mmm, you're even prettier in cuffs than I thought you would be, Lamb.” He cooed at you, biting his lip as he stared at your bound hands resting on the small of your back.
You twisted and tugged on them, but found they had no give.
“Are you ready to behave for me now?” He asked, grabbing you by the elbow and pulled you away from the wall, seeing the streaks of sudsy shampoo dripping down your face.
You pressed your lips together, eyes squeezed shut against the soap in your eyes, but didn't answer him, which only made him chuckle.
“Good girl.” He smiled, threading his fingers back into your hair and started working the shampoo into your scalp, gently wiping away the bits that trickled down your forehead, before more got into your eyes.
“Still don't get why you're bathing me.” You commented, even though it felt really good to have his strong fingers and hand to massage the conditioner into your hair.
“I told you, I have standards, and I know they're met, when I do them.” He explained, glancing down at you. “Plus, brownie points for me, I get to touch your nude body all over.” He smirked triumphantly, rinsing the conditioner out and picking up the loofah and unscented body wash.
You hummed, considering his words as he started to rub the soapy loofah over your chest and collarbone, his touch and attention was gentle, but thorough, working in even circles across your skin. You had to admit, this was rather nice, having someone else bath you, it wasn't degrading or childish, the look August gave you as he moved the sponge over your breasts, making you shiver from the sensation of the rough texture on your sensitive and hardening nipples, drawing out a loud moan that mixed in with the patter of droplets from the showerhead. August smirked at you, watching your push your chest forward against his hand and the loofah, clearly wanting more from the contact, but he continued on, caressing over your sides, watching you squirm as he touched the ticklish skin he knew was there, making you giggle involuntarily, a much different sound from the one you had made a moment before.
“August.” You whimpered, breathless, peering up at him.
“Mmhm.” He hummed back at you, nodding his head and smirking, smugly. “I think you'll enjoy play time a lot more now.” He said, turning you around, washing your arms and back. “That you're relaxed and clean.” He whispered, moving lower with the loofah, massaging your butt and slipping between your legs.
You whimpered, feeling him wash your privates, and found you couldn't hold yourself back, rocking against the length of the sponge gently. August laughed, seeing you rut against the loofah, working the soap into a frenzied lather between your clenched legs, whimpering and moaning as you stimulated your pussy on the coarse sponge. He was loving this little show, how unexpected it was, how much it turned him on. August held the loofah still, allowing you to rub yourself off on it, your eyes squeezed shut and lip clamped between your teeth. You pressed your forehead to August's chest to steady yourself, feeling your legs shake and the building of your orgasm in the pit of your belly.
“August!” You moaned, pressing your face harder into his wet body, tugging on your restraints. “Fuck, Gus!” You cried out, hugging your legs around the loofah and his hand.
“You going to come for me, Lamb?” August growled back at you, wrapping his free arm around you, helping to keep you up right, and feeling the thick droplets of your come wash over his hand and down your legs with the shower water. “Are you going to drench my hand, so I have to wash you again?” He huffed, his cock heavy between his thick thighs, twitched.
“God, yes!” You mewled, trembling as your climax came to a head.
“Look at me, then!” He snapped, but not harshly. “I want to watch you come, my love.” He cooed, slipping his hand under your chin and pushed your head back, so you looked him in the face. “Let me see that beautiful face, while you orgasm.”
You whined, breathing unevenly as you finally surrendered and gushed all over August's hand and the loofah, your knees going weak and folding together, thankfully August held you up as you continued to be rocked by the power of your pleasure, before falling forward against him, feeling like putty. August pressed a kiss to your forehead, grinning like a madman as he pulled the sponge from between your legs and dropped it to the floor, gently lifting you and setting you down on a wooden bench that was in the shower.
“That was quite the treat, Lamb.” He purred at you, then stepped back out of the shower to grab another clean loofah, and finished washing you, before showering himself.
You watched him wash, soaping that body not even the most skilled Greek sculptor could pull off with marble. A question popped into your mind, as you watched him clean between his legs, a soft smirk pulling across your lips. “I understand your standards now. But we're going to get messy again. So, what's the point of getting clean, only to get dirty again?” You inquired, as he carded his fingers through his curls, rinsing the conditioner out of them, while also washing the soap off his body.
August shot a sideways look at you, a little smirk pulling up one corner of his own mouth, amused you had clearly caught on to what was going on. “Who said we wouldn't be showering again, afterwards?” He asked, shaking his head, sending droplets flying and making you giggle at him.
“Fair enough, Walker. Fair enough.” You retorted, lifting your heavy foot to run it up and down the length of his thigh and the back of his knee.
“Someone's in a mood now.” August teased, turning the shower off and scooping you up, carrying you out of the shower and setting you down in the middle of the bathroom, so he could grab a towel.
“Are you going to take these off of me?” You asked, twisting your upper back to show him the cuffs you were still in.
“I will.” He nodded, unfolding a high thread count, black towel and started drying you off. “To put you in dry ones.” He added, smirking at you slyly.
“Ugh, of course!” You huffed, rolling your eyes at him.
August laughed, securing the towel around you, but paused for a moment to wrap his hand around your left bicep and felt the small, thin plastic implant that was under the skin of the inside of your upper arm, before crossing the room, to the black door of a small closet. He reached inside and removed a hanger off the rack, then turned back to you. Showing you what was on the hanger, a deep and shiny emerald green, silk nightie with spaghetti straps and black lace that decorated the breasts and bottom hem, he draped it over the edge of the tub for a moment, to remove your cuffs, tossing those aside, he took the nightie off the hanger and helped you slip into it, the garment just barely fell past your hips.
“Hm.” August hummed, grinning down at you, licking his lips and nodding his head. “I've imagined you in this, many times.” He whispered, letting out a low moan.
“Took you long enough to dare introduce me to it.” You quipped back, stroking the exposed skin of your chest, just above the v-neckline of the garment.
August touched his finger underneath your chin. “We'll see, once we get into the playroom.” He smirked, taking your hand and led you through the door you'd originally come through.
“Playroom?” You repeated, squeezing his hand, and sneaking a peek at his butt. “You didn't strike me as a man that played with toys.” You teased him, nervously, daring to give his rump a pinch with your free hand, making him snap a narrow eyed glance over his shoulder at you.
“Imp.” He huffed, shaking his head. “But you saw a prelude to the toys I play with, Lamb.” He said, stopping at the second door in the main room.
“I did indeed, can't be much worse.” You commented, before he opened the door.
A grin stretched across August's lips as he pushed the door open, revealing his coveted playroom. You took a step forward, poking your head inside and letting your mouth fall open at the space, filled with all sorts of equipment, implements and pieces of furniture.
“I stand corrected.” You gulped, mouth hanging open.
August stroked the back of your hair. “I'll be gentle with you.” He promised, moving around you and into the room. “You remember your safe word?” He asked, lifting a brow at you.
“Rome.” You replied, nodding at him feeling a nervous flutter in your stomach.
“Do you want to use it?” He inquired, chewing on the inside of his cheek, his skilled and observant eyes detecting your nerves, but also a hint of curiosity.
You licked your lips and looked around the room one more time, before settling your eyes back on August. “No.” You shook your head. “Not yet, at least.”
“Very well, then.” August nodded, reaching out and taking your hand, slowly leading you further into the room that took up most of the rest of the square footage of the warehouse. “Well, I know my Lamb can take being cuffed.” He smirked, massaging his thumb over the top of your hand. “So, let's start with that again.” He said, letting go of your hand and approached the wall of neatly organized implements, picking a pair of cuffs off a hook.
“These cuffs will be gentler on your wrists.” He said, having noticed the red marks on your skin, from twisting and pulling on the other set of leather cuffs. “They are lined with padded velvet.” He explained, coming back to you and motioned for you to hold your hands out to him.
Chewing on your bottom lip, you did as you were instructed, holding your arms out to August, allowing him to slip the soft and comfortable restraints around your wrists and pull the strap taut, securing them together with the buckle clip. He probed his fingers inside the cuffs, making sure they weren't too tight, as to cut off the circulation in your hands, then nodded with satisfaction, before grabbing the makeshift leash that dangled between them. He used it to pull you over to a strange contraption.
It was like an over-sized, step stool, made of metal and the two steps were thickly padded.
“Knees on the bottom step, torso on the top one.” August explained to you, letting go of the leash.
“All right.” You gulped, moving up to it, bracing your hands on the top the best you could, with them being bound together, and planted your knees on the bottom, steadying yourself for a moment, even casting August a look, but he just lifted his brows at you, his head dropping forward slightly, making it clear for you to keep it up.
So, you shifted until you found a comfortable spot for your knees, then leaned forward, pressing your chest to the top step, your nightie pulling up to the small of your back and exposing your bare bum to August, who reached out to caress it with his palm, for a moment, then lifted it away and brought it back, the slap echoing in the vast room with your surprised yelp. You started to turn around and protest, but August grabbed the leash attached to your cuffs and pulled you back down onto the padded step.
“No, you don't.” He chided you, shaking his head, disapprovingly. “Naughty girl.” He chuckled, releasing the buckle of your cuffs, before leaning over and grabbed one of the black chain hard points that were attached to each leg of the bench, clipping it to the loop on your right cuff, then did the same with the left. “There, that'll keep you in place, Lamb.” He cooed, licking his lips and moving to stand beside you, running his fingertips along the length of your spine, stopping just short of your rump, watching your shiver at the contact.
“You like that, Lamb?” He asked, lifting a brow at you, taking note, as he glided his fingers back up towards your neck, smiling as you nodded. “Sensation. Hmm, let's see where this goes, sweet girl.” He hummed, moving away from you.
“August.” You gulped, fidgeting and gently tugging on your restraints, making them rattle against the metal legs.
“Sir.” August corrected you, bluntly. “While we're in this section of the building, you'll call me; Sir.” He explained to you, opening a drawer. “Understood, Lamb?”
You blinked at him, biting your lip. “Sir.” You squeaked, then cleared your throat. “What are you going to do to me?” You asked, worried.
“We're going to play with your sensation, Lamb.” He answered, smirking at you. “I also told you, I would be gentle with you. So, you have nothing to be afraid of.” He reminded you, taking out a weird looking object, it had a long handle with a wheel of spikes on it, then moved over to another drawer, grabbing several various types of bottles.
August set those items on a table in front of you, then disappeared for a few minutes, coming back with a bowl of steaming water and set it on the table with them. He moved back to the drawers, picking a couple things out. He stared into one drawer, debating if he should take out the toy he had his eyes on, but worried you might not be ready for it yet. So, August closed the drawer and returned to the table, leaving the toy for another possible time. He put the object in his hand into the warm water, then turned to you.
“Leave that to warm up first, then we'll play with it.” He said to you, picking up a red, silk blindfold and delicately tying it over your eyes, before grabbing one of the bottles, a bottle of lubrication, and popped the cap open, single handed.
You shifted and wiggled on the bench, now that you were blindfolded, your other senses were on high alert. Your ears twitched to every sound August made around you, the sharp pop of something opening and the squirt of something thick, you tilted your head side to side, trying to identify what it was you were hearing. The air in the room wasn't cold on your bare skin, but it wasn't warm either, it was almost perfect. You felt the way the fabric of your nightie rode up on your back and bunched between you and the seat of the bench, the metal of the legs were cool against your skin as you gripped them, finding it was easier and more comfortable to lay almost limp on the top step.
You felt the shift of air as August stepped in front of you, the warmth of his naked body heat, the scent of his clean skin. Moaning softly and tilting your head up, you took a deeper breath in of his scent, having never noticed just the natural smell of his skin before. It was usually masked by his normal body wash and cologne, but since he washed it all away with the unscented soap, it gave you free access to his true scent, and you couldn't get enough of it. It was alluring, dusky and raced straight between your legs.
Tugging up the back of your nightie, to expose your back, August squeezed a teeny bit of lube onto your left shoulder-blade, then rubbed it in. “Tell me, what you feel.” He whispered to you, brushing his fingers through the back of your hair.
You focused on that spot on your shoulder, there was no feeling, at first, then it began to feel quite strange, like the beginning of your fingers or toes falling asleep, after laying in an awkward position for too long. It was numbing—no, it was tingling!
“It tingles.”
“Very good.” August praised you, patting the back of your head. “It's tingling lube.” He said, putting the bottle on the table and picking up another one, applying it to your right shoulder-blade.
At first, you started at the cold of the lube touching your otherwise warm skin, after a few moments though, the heat grew in intensity, however it wasn't unpleasant or overbearing. “It's warm! Very warm, Sir.” You answered, rubbing your thighs together, the sensation of the tingle and intense heat on your shoulders were starting to make you wet.
August smirked, watching you rut, then moved on, squeezing a line of lube down the length of your spine, making you gasp with shock, instantly knowing what this sensation was.
“Cold, like an ice cube!” You quivered, the interchanging of heat, tingle and cold battling each other to be the main sensation you felt on your back was intoxicating and maddening.
“Open your mouth, Lamb.” August instructed you, holding his fingers up to your lips.
Obeying, you parted your lips and August slipped his coated fingers inside your mouth, resting them heavily on your tongue.
“Close and suck.”
Moaning, you sealed your lips around his two thick digits and sucked, until you had a vacuum seal around them. You tasted the sticky substance on his fingers, it made you frown, it wasn't anything you had tasted before. Shaking your head, you probed his fingers with your tongue, trying to place what you were tasting on them, sucking them deeper into your mouth, until it struck you. You pulled your head back, August's fingers popping out of your mouth with thick strings of drool.
“Chocolate.” You moan, your voice sultry.
“Mmhm.” August nodded, his eyes heavily hooded. “You didn't get dessert during our date at the restaurant.” He quipped, saucily, coating his fingers with a different lube. “Last one, Lamb.” He cooed, stuffing your mouth with his fingers once again.
The flavor of this lube exploded in your mouth, and you chuckled, August was purposely teasing you with this one, it was your favorite flavor. You didn't pull away from his fingers this time, suckling on them, cleaning off every bit of the delicious lube, before August removed his own digits, thumbing away the drool from your lips.
“I liked that one, Sir.” You purred at him, licking your lips.
“I'm positive you did, Lamb.” August chuckled, lightly caressing your back, before picking up the strange instrument and touching it to your chilled spine, making you start as he rolled the pointy spikes, gently up and down your back.
“Wh-what is...th-that?” You moaned, wiggling, it felt so odd and so good at the same time, especially on your cold vertebra.
“Wartenberg wheel.” He replied, moving to the heated area of your shoulder. “It's a medical device that doctors typically use to test nerve reactions.” He explained to you, applying a small amount of pressure, and watched your skin jump. “Did that hurt?” He asked, pulling the wheel away from your back.
“No, it felt...it felt--” You panted, swallowing hard, as you tried to find a way to explain to August how it felt. “Like little, heat filled, tickle bombs.” You said, knowing it made absolutely no sense. “I liked it, a lot.” You assured him.
August nodded, but moved the wheel to the tingle patch of your other shoulder, doing the same thing, you squirmed and giggled, it tickled there more than either of the other two spots, that felt sensual. “I think you're warmed up now.” He said softly, pressing his palm down to the small of your back. “You seem relaxed and to be enjoying yourself.” He cooed, curving his hand slowly between your legs, and slotted his fingers in against the back of your pussy.
“Oh.” He rasped, feeling your wet folds. “You're more than warmed up, sweetheart.” He chuckled, slipping half a finger inside of you, finding you were even wetter, still.
You moaned loudly, pushing back on August's hand, wanting to take all of his finger, wanting more than his finger inside of you. “Please, Sir. Please!” You whimpered and begged, rocking against your restraints.
“Wet and needy, just how I love my Lamb.” August growled, removing his hand.
“Please!” You begged again, whining at the loss of his digit inside of you.
“Oh, I'll satisfy you yet, minx.” He replied, chuckling, and dipping his hand into the bowl of warm water, pulling out a sleek, eight inch, metal dildo, warmed by the water he put it in, in order to play a little more with your discovered Sensation kink.
He picked up one of the lubes, one the two of you hadn't played with, and coated the dildo with it, before moving behind you. Resting a hand on the small of your back, August guided it home and made you start. Even though the two of you had only been together for a few months, your sex life was one of the most active parts of your relationship, so you knew August's manhood better than you knew your own hand, and knew what he was pushing inside of your core, was not his cock.
“Aug—SIR!” You gasped, pushing yourself forward, the little you could.
“Relax, Lamb.” He murmured, grasping your hip and pulling you back. “You can take it. You take my cock all the time, love.” He coaxed you, all the while, inching it further and further inside of you. “Such a beautiful pussy you have.” He sighed, sliding the last of the warmed toy inside of you.
“I love when it's all full up with my cock or a toy.” He smirked, gently twisting the dildo.
You cried out, throwing your head back, the warm metal stretched you open and pressed the length of your core, the sensation of the lube was cold, but oddly, with every movement, there were bursts of tingles. Your toes curled and you rutted down on the bench, managing to rub the edge of your clit against the red padding, going cross eyed beneath the blindfold, but you hissed as August spanked you.
“None of that!” He chastised you. “You'll come, when I say.”
“That's not fair!” You protested, jerking on your cuffs.
“I'm the master in this building, Lamb!” August scolded you, catching your chin in his fingers and pushing your head back, even though you couldn't see him, you could feel his gaze. “I'll be fair, but you'll still do as you're told.” He lectured you, while lifting his other hand close to your face, grinning smugly since you couldn't see the device he had in it, pressing the red button on it.
“Oh, good lord!” You gasped, tensing against your bounds, as a profound vibration started to hum inside of your core. “Oh, Jesus.” You mewled, squirming against it, but August only turned it up, leaving you withering. “August, fuck!” You babbled, trembling.
“Is that what you're supposed to call me, right now, little Lamb?” He smirked, relenting on the intensity of the vibration, just for a moment.
“No, I'm sorry, sir.” You sighed, shaking your head in his hand, breathing through your open mouth.
“That's a good girl.” He purred, his voice a deep timber, as he kissed your sweaty forehead, then cranked the power back up.
You whimpered, feeling the strength race up your back and disrupt all coherent thought inside your brain, leaving you a bumbling mess. August smirked, setting the control down on the table and picked up another device, slipping it onto his middle finger, before going to stand behind you. He knew you probably wouldn't last long like this, as he reached beneath you, pressing a switch in the underside of the device, a vibrating finger wand, while pressing it to your swollen clit. You bucked against his hand, shaking your head and crying out, tears soaking the fabric of the blindfold as you became overwhelmed.
“I can't!” You sobbed, biting down on your lip as the orgasm inside you threatened to shred you into pieces. “I can't! Please, I need to come, sir!” You implored August, kicking your feet.
“I know you do, doll.” He answered, seeing you drench the dildo and rubbed your oversensitive nub with the teeny vibrator. “But you can last a little bit longer. That sweet release will feel so much sweeter in a few moments, I promise.” He cooed, leaning over you to press kisses along the length of your back, the hairs of his mustache and beard tickling and scrapping your skin, adding to your senses.
“Come.” He whispered in your ear, nudging his hard cock against your ass. “Let it all out.”
“August!” You called out, letting go and squirting around the toy with an intensity that pushed it out some, then fell limp over the bench.
August kneaded your hips and kissed the base of your neck, as he removed the toy from your core, dripping with your juices and dropped it back into the bowl, then turned back and took off your blindfold, seeing your damp and heavy eyes for the first time.
“Are you fucked out, princess?” He teased you, smirking, lifting your heavy head and kissed your lips. “Oh, you are thoroughly fucked out, Lamb.” He chuckled, stroking your cheek with his thumb, then removed your cuffs, gently pushing you up to your rubber legs and scooped you up, carrying you over to a black leather, tantra chaise.
He lowered himself down onto it, still holding you against his chest, while he got comfortable in the deep valley in the middle of the long and wide chair, before reclining against the high back, his head resting on the attached headrest. Your own head rested heavily on August's chest and your hands were tucked into the nooks of his armpits, elbows hugged against his ribs and straddling his waist, numbed and spent. Whimpering pathetically, as his strong and calloused hands massaged up and down your back for a long few minutes, before reaching underneath to his throbbing and needy cock, slick pearls of come, dripping down his shaft.
August stroked himself for a moment, rubbing and occasionally tapping his thick head against your sticky and sensitive pussy, drawing out soft, deep moans from you, as you rubbed your cheek and face against his collarbone. August teased his tip between your folds, caressing its length and circled your clit, before withdrawing again, to stroke himself some more, squeezing his base. He pressed his tip inside of you again, thrusting just inside the ring of your entrance, hissing as he felt your nails dig into the skin of his armpits, and snapped completely inside of you, stuffing you with his mighty manhood. You gasped, planting your hands on the chaise and pushed yourself up, arching your back as the burn of August's cock spread through you like a wildfire, your head thrown back and eyes rolled into your skull.
“Brat.” August hissed at you, popping you on the bum, then gripped your hips and kept you seated in his lap, positioning his feet on the floor at either side of the tantra, using the leverage to rock into you, pushing you up a little bit with each upwards thrust. “You like that, Lamb?” He purred at you, hearing your almost silent gasp and watched you gently sway above him, smirking as he realized you'd dropped into a low level of subspace.
“Yes, Sir.” You sighed, pressing your hands to August's chest, feeling his heart pounding against your palms. “Your cock feels so much better than the toy does.” You confessed, looking at him with glassy and hooded eyes, pupils dilated with your heightened emotions and sensations. “It's so much bigger and hotter.” You told him, smoothly rolling your hips.
The feeling of August throbbing and twitching inside of your tight core was amazing, fat veins rubbing against your velvety walls, filling you up, so he always hit your sweet spots. You never wanted another cock or man inside of you as long as you lived! You felt so spoiled on August's and thanked the Gods that graced him with it. You felt the muscles of August's stomach flex against yours and heard his breathing become rough, his tell-tale sign, while his ordinarily smooth thrusts became jerky and irregular. August ran a hand up your back and squeezed your neck, pulling you into a hungry and sultry kiss, feeling his balls start to grow taut, blood pounding in his ears and a sheen of sweat breaking out over his forehead, plastering his curls to his damp skin, as a rush of heat washed over him, head to toe.
He grunted into your mouth, letting go of your neck and wrapped his muscular arms around you, trapping yours against your sides, while practically crushing you against his chest, hammering wildly into you, laser focused on pumping you full of his seed, to feel it gush out around his frenzied cock and drip over his swollen sack, which only maddened him even more. You moaned and grunted, bouncing your hips to ride his cock the best you could with each powerful thrust, his hold on you the only thing that stopped you from being shoved up August's body, with their strength. You pressed your forehead to his hairy chest, legs trembling as you pushed up on your tippy toes, feeling the build of a new orgasm in the pit of your stomach.
“Oh god.” August huffed, hot breath stirring the hair on the top of your head as he ejaculated, spurting hot and fast loads of milky come into your core, stimulating you into your third orgasm of the night. “How I wish I could keep your sweet, little hole filled up with my come all day and all night long.” He rasped, coming down off his high enough to form sensible words.
“I have no doubt you would, August James Walker.” You chuckled, turning your head and resting your chin in the center of his chest, smirking up at him, sleepily.
August chuckled, breathily, at you, brushing strands of your hair out of your warm face, and lifted his head to press a tender kiss to your brow, then glanced at the clock that hung on the far wall. “Hmm.” He hummed, seeing the late hour. “I should get you home, Lamb, you have work in the morning after all.” He said, sitting up with you in his lap, before slowly lifting you off his softened cock, watching your combined releases slowly seep out of you, dripping onto the leather of the chair below you as he sat you on the bottom, so he could stand up.
You watched August walk away, sliding down the chaise and into the spot he vacated, curling up and moaning at the heat of the material, warmed by his body. August disappeared into the main room for a time, coming back to find you had fallen into a light sleep in his absence, making his smile down at you. He squatted beside you, stroking your hair, the side of your face and neck, drinking in your relaxed and unassuming beauty, and smiled brighter as your eyes gently fluttered open and settled on him.
“I have a nice, relaxing bath waiting for you, Lamb.” He cooed, rubbing your arm, sweetly.
“Mmm.” You hummed, brow furrowing at the thought of the luxurious warm water. “That sounds magnificent, Gus.” You mumbled, eyes falling shut again, but managed to pull yourself into an upright position.
“Would you like some assistance, my lady?” August teased you, looking over your limp body.
“Yes, please.” You nodded, not opening your eyes, just lifting your arms, so he could pick you up.
You felt his chest rumble with a chuckle as he hoisted you up into his arms, planting a kiss to your temple, and carried you back into the bathroom. This time the lights were down low, and the candles were lit, great, thick tentacles of hot steam rose from the fragrant bath water, filling the room with the misty scent of sandalwood and cardamom from the expensive Himalayan bath salts he sprinkled in.
“I feel so spoiled.” You commented, as August helped you out of your nightie and then stepped in the tub with you, your toes curled in the warm water.
“Oh?” He replied, resting back against the edge of the tub. “By being bound to a spanking bench, blindfolded, and having a vibrating dildo inside of you, while I played with your sensitive skin and made you hold in your orgasm?” He quipped, amused and teasing. “Then fucked you senseless on the tantra chair.”
You smirked into his neck, shaking your head. “It's always a treat to be fucked by you, August.” You chuckled back. “But I meant the bath.” You clarified, lifting a hand and sailed your fingers over the surface. “We could have just gotten back into the shower, or gotten dressed and you could've taken me home, where I would have just shower myself before bed.” You explained, shifting between his legs. “Instead, you drew me a fancy bath, with candle light.”
“So romantic.”
The slightest of blushes crossed August's scruffy cheeks. “I figured it would be more beneficial to you, than a shower would be. Allow you to sit and soak in hot water, because you're going to be sore tomorrow.” He told you, massaging your hips and back.
“I don't doubt that.” You nodded, turning to kneel between his legs.
“What are you doing, little Lamb?” He inquired, a smug and knowing smirk pulling across his lips.
“I feel bad, Gus.” You cooed at him, caressing your fingertips over his thick thighs, water swirling between the two of you. “I've come three times tonight, while you've only come once.” You told him, one hand dipping between his legs.
“That doesn't seem very far to me, Sir.”
August growled at you, his smirk broadening. “I've corrupted you.”
“Corrupted?” You pouted, a soft and innocent look crossing your face. “No, never.” You assured him, hand inching closer to his awakening member. “Instigated something inside of me? Very much so.” You nodded, lightly dragging your nails up his length, making him hiss and squirm with pleasure. “It's only nice to give you one more orgasm, before the night ends.” You whispered, leaning forward to kiss him, raking your nails downwards, chuckling as August growled and nipped at your bottom lip.
“And, maybe, a wee bit of revenge.” You laughed, closing your hand around his base.
“Hmm, of course.” He nodded, letting his head fall back and closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy your attention. “I'll take it as you'll be willing to play here with me again?” He asked, gripping the edge of the tub as you started to stroke his length.
“I'd take it into deep consideration, yes.” You nodded, rubbing your thumb over the deep groove that split the head of August's cock, watching strands of pre-come weep out as you set them free from his slit. “I'm sure you'd want to step it up a level, judging by the amount and types of toys you have.”
“I would.” August groaned, thumping the heel of his foot on the bottom of the tub. “But, just like tonight, I would gradually introduce you to it. I know you're a novice at being a submissive.”
“Do you want me to be your submissive, Bear?” You cooed, gently tugging on his shaft.
August lifted his head, looking at you with dark, azure eyes. “Very much, Lamb.” He rasped, licking his lips. “But it wouldn't upset me, if you didn't want to be.” He admitted, eyes flaring as he watched you dip your head, submerging your face for a long moment to suck on the head of his cock, before coming back up, face dripping.
“So far, so good.” You smirked at him, seeing how you were affecting him.
“Noted.” He nodded, locking his eyes on your task, your thumb rubbing and pressing into the major vein underneath his shaft, making his toes curl and his eyes almost cross.
Your strokes grew firmer, free hand cupping his heavy sack, rolling them and giving them careful squeezes. The throb of August's member increased against your palm, swelling and its tip turning purple as he began to reach his zenith, moans echoing in the bathroom. You watched August's flushed face twist in his climax, beads of sweat dripping from his nose with the mixture of warm bath water and the rush of his orgasm spreading through his body, sending ropes of come sailing through the water.
“You're damned handsome, August Walker.” You cooed, moving forward to press a kiss to the damp skin of his neck, feeling the slowing thud of his pulse against your lips as you kissed your way up the column of his throat, over his stubbly chin to his slightly parted lips, cutting off his harsh and labored pants for air.
“Who's fucked out now?” You teased, sitting back on his thighs.
August cracked an eye open at you. “I won't be taking you home tonight, Lamb.” He replied, voice rough. “You also won't be going into work tomorrow.” He added.
“Is that so?” You answered, lifting a brow at him.
“Then, where will we be, Gus?”
“Here.” He said, pulling the drain and stood up with you, setting you down outside the tub.
The two of you dried off and August showed you back through the warehouse, to the back where he revealed a bedroom, a massive, king sized bed, covered in insanely expensive cotton, black and silver sheets and blankets. August pulled down the thick comforter and sheet, before looking over at you and patted the Nectar mattress. You chuckled, smirking at him and joined him, shaking your head as the mattress came to just above your hip. August grinned back at you, resting his hands on your hips and hoisted you up onto the mattress. With you in bed, August turned the lights out and joined you under the blankets, pulling you against his body, before slipping his hand between you, to pump his cock for a moment, then curved his legs into yours and pushed his semi-hard cock into your core.
“Mmm, August.” You moaned, wiggling your hips and pressing your back against his chest, feeling him slowly harden completely inside of you.
“Sweet dream, little Lamb.” August rumbled back into your ear, locking his arms around your waist, keeping you in place, and drifted off, a sinful smile on his lips.
Pairing: August Walker x Reader
Summary: You’re tired of playing this game with August...right?
Word Count: Over 1.2k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mild dubious consent, unprotected sex, conflicted reader, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, slight orgasm denial, August really wants the reader
A/N: Didn’t post this in time for Sinday, but isn’t every day Sinday? I’m just happy I got more writing done! A sequel of sorts to Devil’s Bargain.
This is not beta read, so any and all mistakes are my own.
18+ Please!!! Please comment, like and reblog if you desire. Enjoy, lovelies!
It was difficult to look Ethan in the eye after you traded your body to August, but you managed. You played your part well. That was part of the job. You knew that the means justified the end. If only it wasn't the beginning of the road to your doom.
You let his words get to you that night, almost as much as the feel of your bodies together. Maybe you were a bit jaded, but you refused to lower yourself more. Who were you kidding? The descent began the moment you accepted his proposal. And who else did you have to blame for but yourself for your predicament?
Never again.
You lost count of how many times you said those words, swearing each time it would be the end of it. But your frenemy, not your lover, knew better. He even taunted you when he helped you redress.
"This is going to happen again."
You sighed as you stepped into the empty elevator, pressing the button to shut the door. You had a moment of peace after weeks of running. Just before it closed, a large, familiar hand reached out to stop it. You froze as the door slid back open, your eyes locked with a pair of furious, blue eyes.
You refused to back up when August went in, though your heart pounded. The doors slid shut as he took his place beside you, the silence uncomfortable as you pushed the button for your floor. Distractions couldn't be afforded in your line of work and you should have known he followed you.
"You're not easy to track down lately."
"Maybe because I didn't want you to find me."
"Hmm. Yet you went out alone today," he pointed out.
You ignored him as you got closer to your floor. You were tired of being a player in this game. You were the mouse who kept getting caught and your limbs felt heavier each time you tried to run. "And this is where I get off."
August shot a hand out, slamming you against the wall as the elevator jerked to a stop. "You haven't gotten off yet," he said, his tone more dark than teasing.
"People can walk in," you pressed as he invaded your space.
"No one is walking in," he swore, yanking your skirt up to tear your underwear off. His promises were as heavy as his threats. And tender foreplay was out the window. "And you're not leaving."
Never again.
You felt the rumble in his chest as his lips met yours. He licked into your mouth, deepening the already hungry kiss. Obsession had a bittersweet taste and you swallowed it down, like everything else he gave you.
He made quick work of his pants, his cock angry and hard as he took himself out. He looked reckless and you relished in that small moment of power. Both of you were breaking down. "Join me," he demanded.
It always began that way. "No," you whispered, knowing it would end with you ruined.
He stared at you as he took a deep breath, lifting you up to wrap his legs around him. You gripped his shoulders for purchase, uncaring that you weren't prepped. You welcomed the pain at this point. “Do I need to remind you that you belong to me?"
"I don't belong to you. I never did and I never will."
"That’s where you're wrong. You’ll always belong to me.”
He didn't hesitate to slide his thickness into your tight heat and you were disgusted by how wet you were for him. He groaned as each inch sank deep, shutting your eyes as his hips pressed against yours. Your body opened right up to his. It felt like home when he joined with you. A broken one.
"That's my good girl. You always do so well for me," he praised, his lips brushing soothingly along your face
"Just shut up and fuck me!" you snarled.
He growled as he snapped his hips, making you snarl again in pleasure. As he fucked you hard against the wall, holding you in place to make you take him, you slipped into that state of grey. The place where you two were doomed to meet until he pulled you completely into darkness.
"It really is better when you don't resist," he grunted, making you turn your head away. "When you accept that you're mine."
It should have horrified you, but you squeezed him like you didn't want him to leave your body. You refused to accept in your mind and heart that his attention, while frightening, felt good. "I'm not yours."
"Your mouth may say you don't belong to me, but your cunt tells a different story."
You panted as he sped up, your hands twisting in his shirt. "A good fuck… doesn't mean anything."
"What did I say about lying to me?" he hissed, his pace punishing as his hips smacked against yours.
You refused to apologize. "Just finish," you moaned instead.
"Beg."
"What?!"
"Beg to come," he ordered, brushing his nose against the column of your neck. "Beg me like the good girl I know you are."
Your release was close, wishing you could sneak a hand between your bodies to get yourself off. The hard pace slowed before you could let go, making you whine in frustration. "No."
"Beg," he replied, rolling his hips.
The seconds blended into minutes, the ache building as he grunted against your skin. Tears filled your eyes from frustration as he kept you right on the edge. The moment you thought you'd fall, he pulled you back. Damn him and his control.
"Please," you whispered as he lifted his head, having the decency to look somewhat wrecked.
"Please what?"
"Please, let me come," you said quickly.
"Again," he growled, resuming his fast, hard pace.
You hated how he resorted you to this, but it was just another tally mark in your private ledger. "August, please. Let me come. Please!" you begged.
"Pretty when you beg," he taunted, nipping your bottom lip. "Fuck, there you go. Come. Come for me."
You fell to pieces, unsure if you screamed or whimpered as you quivered around him. You were, however, aware of his hips still moving as you went limp in his arms. After a moment, he stilled with a groan and coated your walls with his seed. Another stain you couldn't wash away.
For a moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and racing hearts. Each time he had you, it brought you closer to his side. How much longer would it take?
"I think coming in that delicious cunt of yours was a nice reminder that you're mine."
“You’re never… going to have me again.”
The condescending chuckle made you glare as you opened your eyes, the euphoria slipping away. "That's what you said last time. And the time before that. Actually, you were so busy choking on my dick that you couldn't talk."
You recalled how the tip stretched your lips open before he ruthlessly fucked your throat. "Please. Just let me go," you pleaded, letting him hear just how vulnerable you felt. Maybe if you let your walls down, he'd have some sort of pity on you. It was false hope.
He brought his lips to your ear, whispering one word. "Never."
Summary: Years have gone by. How are August, Leilani and Roger holding up?
August Walker x Leilani (asian ofc)
Wordcount: 2.5k
Warning: Last time these three are filthy AF: spanking, vaginal sex, double vaginal penetration (👀 ), use of dildo and vibrator, orgasms, semen, overstimulation and I think that's about it?
A/N: So, this was a totally different story than I imagined. A little spoiler: originally, Roger was supposed to be dead. However, I obviously didn't continue with killing him off, because as I was writing, I've come to love him so so much! Thank you so much for reading, for receiving this story well!
Masterlist // chasing nostalgia masterlist //
Leilani's POV
In one year time, my life has taken a full 180 turn. My life became something I never expected it to be. My two men were back in my life: August and Roger. It was like the puzzle was finally finished. The puzzle of my life included August and Roger.
I loved two men at the same time and despite August moving away, I always loved him and never forgot him.
It’s okay, I always tell myself. I always tell people who asks who my boyfriend is of the two, we’re just friends, when in all honesty, they’re both my boyfriends, however the world is not quite ready yet. I never suspected myself to be someone who would have this type of dynamic, mostly because I saw how much of a toll it took on my parents’ marriage with more parties involved, but then I realized they had a shitty communication.
I on the other hand always had good communication with my men.
We’re living the most domestic life neither of us could’ve imagined. Life hadn’t treated us well and it left us with gaps in our personal growth.
But after resolving everything, we fell back into our trusted routine. Almost like there wasn’t a years long hiatus between college and now.
August is still the one who takes the lead, Roger is the sensible one and I make sure they do not overwork themselves, in the physical sense. They have to prove themselves a lot, which is cute, but totally unnecessary.
There’s one major difference than what we had in college: we’ve got more time. With the cafe only being open from Tuesday to Saturday, we have two days where we can just do whatever we want. Besides, August is always dead set on his holidays, so there are moments where we close the cafe and go on a trip. The three of us to the most beautiful places in the world. I love being around them, having them with me and those days spend where there are no obligations, just us, are the times we get even closer.
I don’t want to change this lifestyle for anything in the world. The way they ravish me, how they love me and how they care for me, I know I can’t get that anywhere else. I don’t want that from anyone.
Just like in college, there are moments I share with August and moments I share with Roger. It’s how it worked then and it still works now. Because we now do live in the same house, I often wondered if they don’t feel jealous when they are able to hear everything, but they’re not envious at all. It even occurred multiple times I’m having sex with either one of them and the other walks in, grabs something and walks out, like nothing was happening in the same room.
And while they aren’t romantically involved, I can tell their bond is becoming tighter. And that truly makes me happy.
After a few months, Roger and August succeeded in finding the right prosthetics for August. It was a process that didn’t involve me, but a thing solely between the two of them. I respected that, especially when I saw how close they grew because of it. After some practice—which again, didn’t involve me—August is able to walk in his prosthetics. I’m so grateful he found the perfect match, because I could see how much the wheelchair bothered him. He hated it and now he has a part of his old life back.
I know he loves that.
I turn around the OPEN sign to CLOSED, after a long day in the cafe. It was a lovely day, since it was warm enough for me to finally wear a dress. I walk towards the kitchen, where both of my men are cleaning up. ‘What’s wrong?’ I ask them, when they look up.
‘You’re not allowed to wear that dress again,’ August says. ‘Everyone is just looking at your breasts and I was this close of kicking them out.’
I scoff. ‘What’s wrong with the dress?’
‘Nothing when you’re with us, baby, everything when you’re outside,’ Roger says, as he passes me to place the plates back where they belong.
‘Nonsense,’ I say, knowing damn well I’m gonna push August’s buttons with it. ‘I got great compliments of it. There was this really sweet group of men who thought I looked beautiful and the dress fitted me well.’
August clenches his jaw. ‘What?’
‘Kidding,’ I say, but it’s already too late. I can’t save myself. August stalks up to me, pushing up the hem of my floral dress. ‘What are you doing?’ I ask coyly.
‘You know damn well what I’m gonna do.’ His hand lands on my bottom and I let out a squeal. ‘Oh, look at that. I’m trying to teach you a lesson and what do you do? Make those cute sounds, which tell me exactly how much you’re enjoying it.’
♕ ♕ ♕
My bottom is fiery red by the time we reach our place. We live above our cafe and it’s so nice to not having to commute to work, especially when it’s a pain to find a great parking spot within a ten mile radius.
Roger’s already leaning with his back against the headboard, his hard cock buried deep inside of me. His lips are wrapped around my nipple, sucking lightly, though it turns a lot harder, especially when he teasingly sinks in his teeth, causing me to gasp. I’m bouncing on his cock, until he grabs my hips, forcing me down on him and sit still.
‘You sure you wanna do this tonight?’ August asks, squeezing my slightly sore and sensitive bottom in his large hand. ‘Be honest with me.’
‘I want to,’ I choke out.
August brings his tip to my entrance and after a little trial and error, he manages to push himself all the way in and I dig my nails in Roger’s chest, adjusting to taking them both at the same time. I cannot believe we finally managed to do the one thing we’ve always wanted to try—even back in college—and that is double vaginal penetration. I was always either too anxious or too nervous to try it out, but I now never want something else ever again: I’ve never felt so fucking full. By the way they both hold me, I realize they are probably also getting used to this feeling. I bet their fingertips are leaving bruises all over my body.
‘Can we move, baby?’ Roger asks, after he swallowed hard.
I simply nod, but it’s enough for them to know I can handle it. It takes some slow adjusting, but once we’re passed the initial shock of me being able to handle them both in my cunt, I am able to enjoy it a lot more. I feel both of them so deep, as they are stretching out my tight walls. August’s hand is entangled in my long black locks, pulling my head slightly back, my back arching a little.
The room is filled with our moans and thank goodness we soundproofed this room too.
‘I’m gonna cum,’ I whimper, before creating the first mess of the evening. I squirt passed both of their cocks, as the feeling of euphoria rushes through my body. Tears drip over my face, trying to catch my breath, as Roger toys with my sensitive clit, desperate to send me right over the edge again. I hate how he is succeeding so quickly, because I’m shaking again in a matter of seconds, clenching around the both of them.
‘Good girl.’ Roger wipes the stream of tears from my face and gently gives me a peck. ‘Does it still feel good?’ he asks, just to be sure.
Though it’s incredibly sensitive, I nod, because it still feels so good. I open my mouth against his, allowing our tongues to intertwine, to dance around each other. He hums against my lips and I can feel him smile.
Roger can probably tell I can barely keep myself up anymore, because he gently pulls me against his chest, after our lips parted.
I can tell by their groans they’re not able to last very long anymore. After having sex with the three of us for so long, they’re pretty much in sync with one another, even when it comes to cumming together.
They both cum at the same time, their semen painting my walls on the inside. They catch their breath, August squeezing my waist and Roger pressing a kiss on top of my head. When they both have softened, they pull out and I let out a whine, already missing the full feeling. We’re all a mess, covered in a mixture of my juices and their semen.
We’re unable to move, all catching our breath on a different part of the bed. When I push my legs together, they’re so sticky, I fear we’ve got to change the sheets, because no one can sleep like this.
‘Are you okay?’ Roger asks.
‘I’m fine,’ I whisper. ‘We’re doing this again, right?’
August nods and Roger agrees. ‘Our own little slut,’ August chuckles. ‘We’re so lucky to have you.’
♕ ♕ ♕
I dream about them, but that’s mostly because I’m absolutely addicted and obsessed with them. They are my everything, in every way. I dream about us having sex, about us sharing domestic times with each other, combined with tons of more sex. We’re quite frankly obsessed with each other.
I want their fingers, I want their cocks, their mouth. Everything.
When I wake up the next morning, they both are already up, but are staring at me with cocked eyebrows and Roger has a telling smirk on his lips.
‘What?’ I ask, not in on the fun yet.
‘Hope you had fun in your dreams,’ August says. ’Sure sounded like it.’
The soreness is overruled by the wetness pooling in between my legs. Evidence I indeed had tons of fun in my dream. And they sorta enjoyed it too, I suppose.
‘I had,’ I whisper, giving them both a kiss, as I do every morning. ‘Are you gonna do something about it?’
‘Oh, look at that. Our girl is already cocky in the early morning. You just stay put.’ August gets up from the bed and walks over to the cabinet. It’s at the same time Roger pulls me towards him and I securely get in between his legs. He spreads my legs apart by placing his hands in my knee cavities, bringing them towards my chest, already leaving me completely bare and vulnerable for August, who has yet to come back.
August smiles, his eyes glimmering as he walks over to us again. He sits on the end of the bed, a large silicone dildo and a vibrator in his hands. ‘Oh darling,’ he says, his tone slightly condescending. ‘Already so wet and ready for me.’
He prepares me with his thick fingers, slightly stretching me out, however it doesn’t take long before the thick and lengthy dildo is buried in between my tight walls. The vibrators on my clit are so intense, but I love the feeling. I take it eagerly. I am so addicted to the both of them, with the way they always make sure I have everything I desire, especially in the bedroom.
I lean back against Roger’s strong chest, his lips on my temple, as I whine and moan out loud. My hips buck up against the vibrator, the dildo buried deep inside of me, the thrusts growing rouger, hitting the right spot over and over again.
One powerful orgasm turns into two and my brain is foggy by the time I’ve at least reached four—or five, dunno anymore—and totally drenched August and the sheets. My cunt is so sensitive, however it doesn’t stop August. I know handing him this type of control, he always goes a little bit further than Roger would. Roger always stops when I’m a crying mess, gently kissing me and telling me I have been a good girl to him, however August doesn’t mind me crying. Sure, he keeps an eye out, knowing exactly when I dip into a state he doesn’t want me in, but he pushes my limits.
I’m a shivering mess by the time August stops the vibrations and pulls out the dildo, as I’m with my head deep in the clouds.
‘Good girl,’ August says. ‘What more do you want? You can tell us, we’ll give you everything.’
‘Your cock,’ I whimper. ‘I need both of you.’
‘Where?’
‘I don’t mind,’ I whisper.
So, they take turns. My cunt is throbbing, but welcoming their deep and rough thrusts. My head is buried in the pillows, my back is bend and I have spread my legs apart, so they have easy access. I feel their semen deep inside of me, as it filled me up to the brim, little streams already dripping down my legs.
‘Oh look at that,’ August chuckles, ‘her legs are shaking. Think we’ve reached her maximum.’
Roger holds my body against his when he gets the bed with me, as August walks over to the bathroom. ‘You did good, my darling,’ Roger whispers, ‘I’m so proud of you.’
August walks back and tells me to spread my legs for him. I do what he tells me to do and with a luke warm cloth, August cleans up the mixture of our fluids of my legs. When he brushes against my sensitive cunt, he chuckles when I jolt. ‘It’s okay, darling,’ he says. ‘We’re done for today.’
We all get sorta dressed, but they order me to stay in the freshly cleaned up bed. ‘We’re gonna prepare some breakfast for you,’ August says. ‘So you can rest.’
‘Non negotiable?’ I ask.
‘None negotiable,’ Roger says. ‘We’ll be back in a minute. It was an intense last few hours for you, sweetheart.’ I receive a kiss from both of them, as I watch them walk out of the bedroom.
I can hear them trying to make something in the kitchen, paired with chuckles and laughs, which only causes me to smile as well. I always wondered what would’ve happened, had August not barged into the room, when Roger and I had sex during that party. It would’ve been Roger and me, that I know, but I don’t even want to imagine August sitting alone in his place, still in a wheelchair and no prosthetics.
It pains me to think about that.
After everything that happened within the last twelve hours, I need to hydrate myself, so I get out of the bed, ignore the dull feeling between my legs and walk towards the door.
However, I quickly retract my step, when I hear Roger say: ‘Gotta tell you something.’
‘Shoot.’
‘Kinda love you.’
It stays a little quiet from August’s side, but then I hear a chuckle. ‘Good thing I kinda love you too, man.’
‘Is that you guys’ first I love you?’ I ask, walking around the corner, a soft and nearly nauseating grin on my face. ‘How darling!’
August rolls his eyes as he looks at me. ‘This was a private moment, baby.’
Roger ushers me over. ‘Not everything is for your ears.’
‘Took you long enough to say it.’ I walk over to them and stand in between Roger and August. ‘This makes me so happy.’
Roger, the first one to go all soft, chuckles and wraps an arm around my shoulders.
‘I love you two,’ I say. ‘A whole lot.’
And in unison they tell me, that they love me more. Which is absolutely impossible.
PLEASEEE write more for august walker! i'm in love with the banter in "welcome home, walker" and how he's grumpy but has a soft spot for the reader. LOVE UR OTHER WORKS TOO <33
Aww, I love Auggie! And it has been a bit since I wrote for him. Soooooo...
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Pairing: August Walker x fem!Reader
Words: 2145
Summary: You and Auggie go out with the graduating cadets to celebrate your new assignment.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (innuendo, teasing, sex in a public place, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex), violence (fistfight, implication of gore and death), betrayal, protective!Auggie, TW- implication of impending date rape/mentions of drugs, SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!
A/N: This got away from me a bit if I’m being honest. I was just gonna do the teasing in the gym but I couldn’t stop myself, so please enjoy this little impromptu fic! And please feel free to send me an ask if there’s a character or kink or anything you’d like to see more of!
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You didn’t know how he got you in this position. You could practically feel him beaming over you as you struggled to get out of the hold he had you in.
“You keep moving like that, you’re gonna make me hard, sweetheart. You want me to fuck you right here on the mat?”
August ground his crotch against your ass to illustrate his point and you let out a moan. Your arms were bent back at your shoulders unnaturally as you scrabbled for some purchase to get out of his grip.
“Fuck off, Auggie. You know the only reason you’re on top right now is because I didn’t get any sleep.” Maybe if you arched your back a little...
August groaned in your ear as your ass rubbed against his growing erection.
“Shit, Y/N. The director is right there.”
You turned your head as much as you could to see Sloane standing at the gym entrance, surveying the cadets as they practiced their sparring. You wiggled your ass again, making Auggie growl at you.
“You’re not giving me a lot of options, baby. You know my brain doesn’t work when I’m sleep deprived.”
He grumbled and you felt him start to loosen the hold he had on your arms. You grinned to yourself as you wrapped one arm behind his neck, gripping the hair at the base of his scalp and rolling forward. You heard him give a small sound of surprise as you flipped him over, knocking all the air out of his lungs when you slammed him into the mat and wrapping your body around his shoulders, stretching him to the point of pain.
“Damn it, I thought we were done.”
“I don’t remember tapping out, sweetie.” You gripped his wrist and stretched his arm even further as you squeezed your thighs around his neck.
He wheezed for a second before a wicked grin spread over his face. “Y’know, when you get me in these holds, I can smell you, and it drives me fucking crazy.”
You almost loosened your hold at his admission but caught yourself at the last second. “August...” you growled in warning.
“I know you’re soaked under these sweats, sweetheart.” He turned his head as much as your hold would allow, running his nose along the inseam of your sweats until you released him with a hiss.
“Fine, it’s a draw.” You mumbled, drawing yourself to your feet as he chuckled darkly. “Equipment room in 5?”
“Walker, Y/L/N, with me.” Sloane gave a beckoning motion and the two of you moved to follow, sighing with frustration.
You moved with the director as she marched back towards her office, shooting each other apprehensive looks as you considered what she may want to talk to you about.
“Good news you two.” Sloane announced as she closed the door to her office behind you. “We finally managed to get the heat off you from Interpol, and you’re set for a new assignment in Brazil.” She handed you your files detailing the op. “Looks like there’s a Syndicate group operating there, moving weapons through the black market there. You ship out in two days. Please do your best to remember, Syndicate members are assets, not targets.”
“Right, boss.” You murmured, flipping through your ID docs. August just grunted beside you.
“Alright, I heard the two of you are going out with the graduating cadets and trainers tonight to celebrate the end of the course. Don’t overdo it.” She gave you a knowing wink before you turned to leave the office.
“I think she knows about us.” August whispered as the two of you headed to your lockers.
You just laughed at him. “Auggie, honey, we’re the worst kept secret at Langley.”
“Y/N, Walker, I hear congrats are in order! We’re gonna miss the two of you in training!” Melissa managed to find out everything as soon as it happened, you didn’t know how she got stuck in training instead of the field. “I’ll make sure everyone buys you a round at the club tonight.”
You groaned at that, those goddamn trainers would have you passed out if they got their way. You slammed your locker closed and turned back to August.
“Meet you at the club, baby. Make sure to do your reading first!” You called over your shoulder as you headed out.
You arrived at the club 4 hours later to see August looking incredibly uncomfortable in the middle of a group of rowdy cadets. You tutted to yourself as you approached him, he always had a stick up his ass.
He saw you then, and his face relaxed as he walked to meet you.
“You’re late.” He grumbled as the two of you headed to the bar. “You know how much I hate talking to these kids.”
“Relax, grandpa.” You smiled before turning to order yourself a gin and tonic. “You gonna dance at all tonight, or just stand there glowering?”
He scoffed into his scotch as you grinned at him, moving closer and rubbing your foot over his calf suggestively.
“Don’t you start something you’re not prepared to finish, beautiful.”
Just then, Melissa arrived with a tray full of tequila shots, and you let out a groan. This was the second time you got cock blocked today, and you were starting to get frustrated.
“Look what I’ve got for you!” she said gleefully as the two of you winced at her.
“Melissa, I’ve told you a million times, I don’t do tequila.”
“C’mon, it’s your last night with us, just a couple.”
You took a deep breath and grabbed a shot for yourself, giving August a shrug before tossing it back. He hissed between his teeth as he downed his own.
“Fuck me, you sure this isn’t rubbing alcohol? Jesus, Melissa!”
She just handed the two of you two more with a giggle, and clapped her hands when you swallowed them. Before you knew it she was dragging you towards the dance floor, your head fuzzy from the tequila as you instructed August to watch your cocktail. He gave you a grin before turning back to the bar, but that quickly changed once he noticed movement in your glass.
August clenched his jaw as his arm shot out to grab the cadet that was wandering away from the bar, wrapping his fist around his upper arm with a vise-like grip.
“The fuck you think you’re doing?” He growled, a menacing glare taking over his face.
“Get your hand off me, man.” The frat boy idiot actually looked offended as he glanced down at August’s hand.
Walker just tightened his grip as he patted the asshole down, cocking an eyebrow as he pulled a tiny baggie of tablets out of his breast pocket.
“Graham, right? What’s a senator’s nephew doing with… what is this? GHB? Molly?”
“Look, buddy.” The moron gave him a grin like he was his friend as August stared him down. “That piece of ass needs some loosening up. I bet she’s a tiger in the sack.”
August threw your drink in his face before hauling him outside. He considered letting you handle it yourself, but he wanted to let off some steam.
He didn’t say anything, just punched the smarmy bastard in the face. The idiot didn’t even try to defend himself, pathetic.
“What the fuck?! You broke my nose!” Graham held a hand to his face as he stared at Walker in disbelief.
“Yeah, that’s not all I’m gonna do to you.” He growled as he set to work.
Five minutes later he stood over his handiwork, wiping the blood off his knuckles as he let out a sigh. That had gotten a little out of hand.
“Fuck.” He muttered, pulling his burner out of his suit pocket and dialing. “Yeah, this is Lark. Send a cleanup crew to the alley outside Sketch. Yeah, some senator’s nephew.” He frowned over the phone. “Because it’s a fucking order.” He hung up, not bothering to wait for the Syndicate’s sanitation team before heading back into the club to find you.
He found you on the dance floor and a hungry sneer came over his face. He strode toward you and wrapped a possessive hand around your throat from behind, drawing you fast against his chest and growling into your ear. You whined as he pulled you away from the group, Melissa beaming at the two of you like an idiot.
“Have fun you two!” She called as August steered you around a corner.
He pressed you into the wall behind a column, his mouth devouring yours as he slotted his knee between your legs. You whimpered as he shoved a hand in the front of your blouse, squeezing your breast viciously before tweaking your nipple to the point of your pain as you arched into his hand.
“Fuck, Auggie. What happened?” You were panting with need as he moved his face down to bury in your neck, his teeth scraping over your throat.
“I’ll tell you later. Are you still drunk?” He moved his other hand to the apex of your thighs and groaned against your chest when he felt your slick coated folds. You weren’t wearing any panties.
“No, the dancing burned most of it off. Shit.” You hissed as he inserted two fingers inside you, stretching you open as he fumbled with his zipper. “Can’t even make it to the bathroom, huh?”
“Sorry sweetheart.” He mumbled as he freed his dick from his slacks. “Sure seems like you were expecting this, though.”
He moved his lips to yours and swallowed your cry as he dipped his hips and plunged into you. His hands wrapped around your thighs and lifted them to wrap around him as he started to move his hips. He tried to move slow so it wasn’t obvious what the two of you were doing, but those goddamn tiny whimpers you were making into his mouth were making it hard for him to control himself.
“God, this cunt feels better every time I’m in it. Fuck.” You were clenching around him with each thrust and your breath was coming in ragged gasps, letting him know you were close. “Jesus Christ, it’s barely been a minute. You’re so fucking sensitive.” He nipped at your bottom lip and stilled his hips for a beat as he teased you.
You slapped his bicep playfully and whined. “Shut the fuck up and move, asshole.”
He braced one hand on the wall and drew his hips back slowly before slamming into you. You buried your face in his neck to muffle your scream as you came apart. Your pussy fluttered around him as every muscle went rigid. He felt you sobbing against him as your muscles quivered in your release, his hips still setting a punishing pace as he fucked you through it.
“Shit, honey.” He murmured against your cheek as you came down. “You make it so easy.”
Your snort turned into a whimper as a particularly deep thrust had him kissing your cervix. “Fuck, Auggie.”
“Yeah, right there?”
You nodded vigorously as your face screwed up in bliss, leaning it back against the wall as he picked up the pace.
His cock was dragging against that sweet spot inside you with each thrust and it was all you could focus on. Your thighs squeezed around him as he brought you closer and closer to another orgasm. He loved watching you take it, getting completely lost in your pleasure. And knowing he was the one doing this to you was just icing on the cake.
“You close, gorgeous?” He asked, feeling his own imminent release looming.
“Shit, shit!”
He was extremely grateful for the loud music as you screamed in your release. He swallowed a shout of his own as his cock twitched and his cum spurted into you, painting your insides as his hips faltered and he collapsed against you.
“Jesus.” You whispered as you set your feet on the floor, August still sheathed in you as he softened. “Public sex, who knew?”
You felt his chest rumble against you as he gave a low chuckle, sliding out of you gently before he tucked himself back into his slacks. He ducked his head to give you a tender kiss as he drew down the hem of your skirt over your thighs.
“We should go back to your place.” He whispered after he released you, leaving you breathless.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight, but I’m totally fine with it. Lemme just say goodbye to Melissa.”
He grinned as he watched you saunter away, your gait a little wobbly as you tried to keep his cum from leaking out of you. He was really looking forward to your new assignment. The thought of being cooped up with you for several months was making him hard already.
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summary - your married to august walker, and he finally comes home and greets you and your kids.
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