This is a tiny follow-up to At last that I think was requested, but I can’t remember right now!
“Come here.”
I was barely able to understand what he meant, only realizing he was actually talking to me once the world turned upside down because August had flipped me over his shoulder, and was now carrying me back inside the house.
I didn’t bother complaining or arguing. Yes, there was a party I was expected to attend, but after the sex I’d just had? All I wanted was to sleep off the tiredness and wake up with that amazing post-orgasmic blow, ‘cause holy hell, those were some orgasms!
It seemed like August had other ideas, however. After getting me back into the house, he took me to my bedroom, where he proceeded to strip me naked of whatever part of my outfit was still hanging from my body
And then he took me to my bathroom and laid me in my bathtub. And then he stripped naked.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” It appeared that post-orgasm me was a lot like drunk-me: honest and blunt as all hell, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, I think I even saw the corners of his lips twist up while he took position behind me, on the bathtub.
“Scoot over,” he ordered, and like the pleasing little lamb I’d become once he got his dick in me, I followed, sighing in relief once his chest was against my back, his hands running all over my body to help clean it up or to tease me more, I couldn’t tell.
“Just so you know…” His voice was barely over a whisper, and I hummed to let him know I was listening. “I didn’t do this just because I think you’re hot.”
Well, that was a nice sentiment. It didn’t really help with my concerns and worries, though.
“Why did you, then?” I had to ask, since he’d opened up the door for this conversation to happen. He didn’t answer immediately, too busy washing my hair for me. It was only after I relaxed against his chest that the answer came:
The one where August is your bodyguard and neither of you are too happy about it.
Warnings: smut, bodyguard!august, somewhat bratty!reader, semi-public sex, daddy kink, oral sex (f), fingering, pussy slapping, cursing, edging, begging, p in v, degradation, choking, name-calling, hair-pulling, squirting, slight cumplay, anal play, anal sex, threats of double and triple penetration
Word count: 2.4k
A/N: requested by @sultrycavills!
August prided himself in not making many mistakes.
There was that one time he took a wrong turn and ended up having to engage in combat when he had strict orders not to.
There was the time that led him to being shot - although one could argue that wasn’t even his error in the first place, but of the rookie they sent to work with him on that assignment.
And then there was the time he accepted this job. There was no mistaking it and no sugarcoating it - this entire situation has definitely been an error on his part.
“Do you want to keep me on a leash or something? Is it a kinky thing? ‘Cause it kinda turns me on, not gonna lie,” you commented like it was no big deal, pushing him out of your way as you walked into your closet to choose what you were going to wear to the big ball August didn’t want you attending.
August suppressed a groan at your words - maybe of impatience, maybe at the mental image of you crawling towards him, wearing nothing but a collar.
Of course, the only situation you liked being told what to do was in bed. Not for the first time, August wished he could shut you up, maybe gag you with his cock or something.
“You’re being stupid,” he pointed out. It was enough to have you whipping around to face him, narrowed eyes showing fire in them. He hated when you got like this, mostly because it made him harder like nothing else.
“You know what, August?” Crossing your arms in front of your body, you raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m getting really fucking tired of your judgment. Why the fuck do you think I care what you think of the way I’m behaving?”
Grinding his teeth, August tried to control himself as he answered. “Because your father pays me to tell you what I think of the situations you put yourself in.”
Your eyes lit up at his explanation, and he knew right then that he had fallen directly on your trap.
“Oh, you mean that you’re my employee, then? You have to do as I say at all times?” You asked, smirk on your face. August really wanted to punch the wall behind you.
“I’m employed by your father,” he tried to correct it, but you weren’t having any of it. Already laughing as you shook your head, you turned your back to him and focused on the multitude of makeup in front of your vanity.
“Well, he’s not here now, is he? Which means I’m the second best thing.” August had a million arguments to refute it, but seeing as the most pressing one was that he was pretty sure you were the best thing, he decided to bite his tongue. “What are you still doing here?” You questioned, looking over your shoulder to find him standing there. “Go get ready!”
And so he did, but after spending a significant time cursing the back of your head. He closed the bathroom’s door with such force that it was a surprise when it didn’t break, but he was too tense to even care.
Only you could get him this way. And he knew precisely why. Before he could realize what he was doing, he had his hand around his aching cock, jerking it off in an effort to release some of that tension because Lord knows you’d only keep driving him up a wall the entire evening.
His intuition proved right the second he met you at the garage and took in what you were wearing.
“The fuck is that?” You turned around in surprise, not having heard him arrive - although you were used to it by now. August could move surprisingly silently for a man of his size.
You didn’t understand what he was referring to until you saw his eyes trail down your body, analyzing the very little fabric that was covering it.
“Don’t you like it?” You teased, posing for him. “I can’t even wear underwear with this, it’s so tight!” That last part was whispered right by his ear - or as close as you could get to it.
This was your plan - this is what you had been doing ever since August was employed for your protection. You’d tried to break him down since day one, and the longer he valiantly resisted your advances, the bolder you became.
Was it really your fault that he was so fucking hot?
“You’re not going out like that,” August frowned, hands curled into fists as he stared you down. Amused, you crossed your arms in front of your body - making your chest stand out - as you sassed, “And what are you gonna do about it?”
He didn’t even give you time to prepare. Before you could realize it, he had pulled you against his chest, making you trip on your high heels as you fell on him.
“I’m gonna take you right here, right now.” You didn’t process what was happening until you were shoved on the hood of the car, your dress becoming but scraps hanging over your body with August’s sheer show of strength.
It made you wet as nothing else. Still, you insisted, “Let go of me, Walker.” The man before you only smirked, eyes darker than you were used to seeing when he took your cheeks in his hand, puckering your lips.
“It’s daddy from now on, sweetheart.” And that’s when you realized how screwed you were. “You’re finally gonna do as you’re told,” he informed you, pulling you until your ass was almost hanging out of the car so he could kneel between your legs and be eye-level to your spread out pussy.
Despite your hammering heartbeat, you weren’t exactly scared. Yes, you knew what August was capable of doing, you knew how damn strong he was - and the departure of your outfit was only a small reminder of that - but that was precisely why you had wanted him so much.
You wanted to see how his strength played out in this context, and so you were eager to welcome his touch when his tongue licked your lower lips open so he could bury his face in your achingly empty cunt.
“You’re so fucking easy,” he chuckled against your nub at your immediate cry of a moan, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You didn’t know if he was referring to how sensitive you were to his touches or to how you gave yourself to him without much of a fight, but all that mattered right then was that he kept on licking and slurping your pussy, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
The light in the garage was minimal, just enough to distinguish the fire of desire in August’s eyes as he stared up at you from between your legs. Who knew oral sex could be this good? You’d never had anyone pay you this much attention before, and you were quickly learning what you had been missing out on.
All thoughts of the party you should be headed to disappeared from your scattered brain as he shoved two thick fingers into you, making you cry out loud and pull on his hair. Instinctively, you started to grind back against his digits, seeing as he just kept them inside of you, stretching you out, but didn’t actually move them.
“Fuck, you really like this, don’t you?” He mocked, only for you to whine at the reverberations of his voice against your cunt. The feeling of his facial hair brushing against your swollen clit didn’t help it either, and so you ended up admitting in a small, broken, “Y-yes.”
That earned you a slap on your wet pussy, a slap that had you gasping for air in the empty garage. “Yes, what?” He asked, and you rushed to correct, “Yes, daddy! Yes!”
He seemed satisfied with it because he got back to eating you out with ferocity. It wasn’t long before stars exploded behind your closed eyelids, you hips jutting up in search of your release.
“Oh,” you moaned, already prepared to fall into bliss, but much to your surprise, August pulled away, stopping any and all stimulation to your body. “W-what?”
“Can’t reward your shitty behavior,” he explained, leaning back over you when he was sure you weren’t on the edge of your orgasm anymore. “I’m not letting you cum until I get my cock inside of you.”
You didn’t take the news well, to say the least. At first, you stared at him like he had grown two heads, which only had him chuckling against your pussy, reigniting your sensitivity and your hunger for a release.
“You can’t be serious,” you whined just as his fingers made their way into you again. His silence warned you that his threat wasn’t empty, and so he almost made you cum two other times before you actually broke down and begged, “Please, daddy! Please!”
You were hoping that hearing you so whiny would give you what you wanted, but once again he just stopped. You were about to start crying when he got up from his kneeling position and for a second, you got distracted. You thought he was going to kiss you - you wanted him to kiss you. But he just turned you around and bent you over the car, the sound of his slacks being undone making you tremble in anticipation.
I guess in a way, you truly were getting what you wanted because now that you had his thick cock splitting you open, he had to let you cum.
“You’re so fucking soaked,” he groaned, each word punctuated with a rough thrust that had the head of his member pressing against your sweet spot. Because of course, August Walker wouldn’t hold off on his own pleasure to wait for you to adjust to him, oh, no. He was ramming you in a way that let you no doubt: this was more for him than for you. You were taken hostage by his hips and all you could do was accept that you were now his.
“Fuck, yes!” He roared, “This is where you belong, this is all you’re good for, brat. From now on, I’m gonna use you anytime I need to get off.”
Why the fuck did that turn you on so much? You should be screaming at him for treating you like this, and instead, all you could do was moan and hold on for dear life as his hand found its way around your neck, clutching it to cut off your breathing.
“I know you like it, little girl. I can feel your cunt clenching every time I remind you I’m only fucking you because you’re here and you’re easy.” Tears rose up to your eyes, collected at your eyelashes and still, you didn’t want him to stop. “A needy whore like you… You just like being filled, don’t you? It doesn’t even matter who it is, as long as you’re being split open around some dick.”
He pulled you by your hair so your back was pressed against his chest, the sting electrifying you just as his fingers started to rub your clit.
“If I knew this was all you needed to finally do as you’re told…” He kept mocking, “… All you needed was a good pounding, and now you’re just some dumb little slut, giving more of yourself to me with every moan.”
And that did it. His dirty words were enough to have you cumming, your pussy squirting your juices around his dick for the first time in your life.
“Holy fuck,” he cursed, taking in the mess you’d made of both you and him. You whined when he pulled out of you and slammed you against the hood of the car again, but you welcomed the cold surface, body limp as his fingers collected as much of your moisture as possible only to rub it against your other hole, and then you were tense again.
“Have you ever done this before, brat?” He inquired, finger already making its way into your ass before you had the chance to answer. You were surprised by the loud moan that escaped you as he managed to get knuckle deep inside of you - you were surprised by how much you liked it, but he didn’t seem surprised. All he did was chuckle at the reappearance of your neediness, watching with delight as you started to thrust back against him. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you had, sluts like you always let anyone take what they need from your whorish body, huh?”
Again, no offense was taken as you felt another one of his thick digits press against the right of muscle, forcing it to accept what he was offering. Retreating the first finger almost completely, he began to slowly fuck you open, scissoring you to accept something much bigger than even three of his fingers could offer.
“But don’t worry, brat,” he calmed you, free hand running down your back to keep your body pressed against the car. “You’re gonna love feeling me in here. I’ll show you.”
That was all the warning you got before he retreated his hand, and when you felt something press against your ass again, you recognized it was his cock, spearing you open, stretching you out further than you’d ever been stretched over there.
“Fuck,” he grunted, fingers pressing your hips so tightly you whimpered in pain. “So fucking tight… I’m gonna enjoy ruining all of your holes.”
He gripped your hair with one hand and with the other, buried his digits in your pussy, pressing against your channel as if to verify his cock was truly inside of you.
“Gonna shove one of your toys in here next time, keep your hands tied up so I can shut you up with a dildo. Fill you up in every hole.” The picture he painted was so debauched, it had you clenching around him, cumming one last time as he roared, his own control snapping at the feeling of your ass squeezing him so tight.
“I hope you’re ready, little girl…” He teased once he caught his breath, cock still unbelievably hard and buried to the hilt in your ass. “You’ll never remember how it felt to be without my cock in one of your slutty hungry holes.”
More from bodyguard!August...
the one with the aftercare
more aftercare
the one where he realises he wants a future with you
~ Are there any other ideas someone would like me to write about bodyguard!August and reader?
