LADY
SOFT-ISH! August Walker x WoC reader
Reader has to remind August of a few things.
Warnings: hm, implied smut, cursing, implied violence (I mean come on it’s August lol)
Notes: Reader dress and hair piece is like pictured below. This just a little something something and was all inspired by my favorite puffy dress (in photo). Also I will work on finishing my other August wip this weekend 😩 I will I will I will.
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The heat warmed her sun kissed skin as she ran her finger tips over the lavender patch in front of her, the smell of the ocean breeze and citrus from the lemon trees that covered the canopy filling her lungs with a freshness and ease she hadn’t felt in in a while, the purple and yellows vibrant against green court yard. The south of Italy was a dream during summer, especially the iconic Amalfi coast. The familiar colorful cliff side homes against the endless blue ocean that stretched into the horizon a perfect picture.
“Look at you, you look like a lady”
A deep voice rumbled from a short distance behind her, the only thing that could tear her away from her the view in front of her.
“Hmm we have a problem then don’t we?” She murmured as she slowly turned around.
August watched her as she stood not to far in front of him, her short puffy dress the epitome of femininity. The swell of her full breast, thick thighs and high strappy white heels adding the sexual flare to her innocent dress.
“And why is that Angel?”
“Because I don’t want you to fuck me like I’m a lady” she replied as she bit her lip.
August eyes danced with mirth and desire while his lips twitched into a slight smirk.
“Hmmmm” he rumbled thoughtfully “We may be able to do something about that”.
His body was starting to stir with yearning as she chuckled, her smile blinding and drowning out the ocean.
“Well I know what I’m going to do about it” she spoke matter of factly.
Within seconds one hand swiftly and discretely roams under the hem of her dress and hooks the bands of her thong, August watches as she squats down while pulling her panties down in the court yard of people passing aimlessly past. Anyone who truly wasn’t paying attention would see someone who looked like they may be tying a shoelace or picking something off the floor. She stands up slowly while running her hands up her legs. It’s then august notices the the silky thong that lay at her ankles.
A growl rumbles in August chest and even with the short distance between them she can still hear it loud and clear.
“So maybe I should remind you Sir, I may look like a lady but I am no such thing” she confessed as she stood there with her panties at her feet.
August felt moments away from fucking her in front of all these people, his exhibition kink at full force, the need to spilt her tight pussy open on his cock a urge he didn’t think he could fight at the moment, the world could be burning right now and August would stop to bury himself deep inside of her.
Then she stepped out of the panties and leaned forward, legs straight as she bent at her hips to pick up the string she called panties. August picked up the movement behind her, his sharp eyes caught the man as he glanced at her, his eyes slightly bulging. He must have felt the August because his eyes quickly snapped up to his.
Rage boiled in August body knowing the man most likely got a glimpse of his princesses sweet probably wet cunt. He swore his shirt was starting to shrink as his body buzzed, he should kill him.
Her cunt tingled at the the heat that radiated off him, the desire and then the rage in his eyes as he stared the man down, causing her stomach to flip uncontrollably as she slowly neared him.
She could hear the man shuffle behind her as if he tripped. She didn’t blame him, the way August was glaring she surprised the man had run off at a full sprint.
She pushed closer to August, and tsked at him to get his attention. His eyes instantly tore away from the man and were on her within a breathe. He watched as she stuffed her panties in the pocket of his linen shirt that laid on his chest.
“Hey, save that energy for me”
FUCK, His cock was growing harder at the thought alone, her wanting all that rough and brutal energy that was coursing through him, mixing with his desire. He wasn’t surprised he knew how she liked to be fucked, but it was something about her redirecting his energy that was making him impossibly hard.
“I’ll be waiting for you”
“Waiting?” He asked without missing a beat. She chuckled at his confusing, August was hardly ever confused.
“Yes, I’ll be in the suite freshening up while you grab some strawberries and my favorite champagne”
He smirk as he shook his head in understanding before she leaned up to kiss him passionately. She pulled back as her hand reached up to cradle his cheek, the hair of his beard ticking her hand as they were both caught in the emotions of each other eyes. August could feel the coolness from the jewelry adorning her hand, it burned him with a certain possessiveness.
“See you in a few Husband” she whispered as watched the emotions change in his stormy blue eyes.
August watched her walk away with her short dress swaying as his stomach felt funny in that good way only she can make happen, his whole being feeling light at the term that was now a fact. Husband, not just a husband to anyone but HER husband.
😩
Can I have hubby August in southern Italy during summer, eatin pasta and pizza none stop, wearing pretty dressss and getting fuckingg railed constantly?!