mdni (18+). august stilza seeing you in his designs (smut)
x chubby reader
💌 i can't remember if i posted this on my old account but here since i just found this in my drafts on my old docs writing account, and i thought it was okay enough...idk my writing fluctuates.
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thinking of august stilza seeing you in one of his failed designs, late at night when he's stressed from procrastinating so much to finish it. you just slipped the jacket off the mannequin, covering your arms and bare chest, and zipped it up, leaving your t-shirt on the ground by your feet. so when he turns around from his desk, his usual loud blabbering and humming stop, and he just stares at you, removing his headphones.
his eyes rake up your legs, taking a glimpse at your panties below the jacket and the way your hands dug into the pockets of the hoodie. he noted the way the suede material clung to your frame like it was made for you.
he loved seeing you in the things he created. just the sight of the material hugging your curves, the thought of how the carefully stitched seams lined your sides…fuck. he was staring, hard, not daring to blink as his eyes glued to your figure.
he gripped the arms of his chair and let a big smile spread across his face. a low, breathy laugh escaped his lips, “damnnn...” he rasped, thick with awe.
“you look so good in this. in my shit.” he added before gripping the base of the jacket and drawing you near. as you stood between his legs and looked down, you watched him lick his pink lips, noticing the way his pupils enlarged as he looked up at you.
he grinned like a idiot. in his eyes you were his pretty little model that looked good in everything he made, even the worst of his designs. you made all his screw-ups feel like masterpieces just by gracing them with your presence.
before you knew it, you felt his thumb brush against the small wet spot on your panties that formed under his intense stares. he traced over it deliberately, as if he was admiring your reactions. like he needed to see you squirm, needed to hear you and needed to reward you for how you made his messy ideas look like art.
everything else became hazy as he did so.
whimpers released from your lips as you watched the smug grin on his lips from under your eyelashes.
with his other hand, he tugged at the base of the jacket as if solidifying the reality that it was his. that the material was his and the creation. and that you were his.
“swear i hated this piece of shit.”
with a slow, steady drag of his thumb over your clothed clit, he breathed, “but look at you in it...” a whine escaped you as his thumb started to get more comfortable with its movements against you.
he pulled up the bottom of the jacket to see the pudge of your stomach he loved so much, continuing his assault on your clit, bringing his head down to add a kiss to the chub, making you suck in a breath.
“august,” you moaned, raking your hands through the inches of his platinum blonde hair. he kneeled before you at the sound of his name parting your lips, leaving his chair rolling away as he drew you closer to his mouth by your thighs. his thumbs probed your panties down to your knees, watching as they fell the rest of the way.
his face leaned in again, this time pressing a small kiss against your wetness, inhaling deeply as he dragged his lips down to your entrance, taking in the scent of your need. his tongue entered you, flicking inside you without remorse, earning a staggered breath from you. his eyes flickered up at you, watching your eyes flutter to the back of your head, your knees wobbling like a little fawn in front of him. one hand held you firmer, stilling your movements as his thumb reached over and added circles to stimulate your dripping cunt.
you gasped, pressing your body against him instinctively while clawing at his shoulders, overstimulated by the pleasure he brought you.
“s’too much, aug—” a hiccup escaped your mouth mid sentence making him chuckle.
his tongue moved inside you as he gave a shake of his head, clearly enjoying your trembles and blabbers as your eyes closed shut and your body tensed.
“oh fuck…” you whined, feeling as his lips turned up into a smile against you.
“aww. you can take it, my pretty girl.” he murmured.
