How would Rabbits react to getting into arguments and their s/o breaking up with them
The Eldest – If he’s having an argument with his partner, he will be very stern. Just repeating his points. But if they keep escalating, he will get very quiet. I mean, he’s always pretty quiet, except for some grunts, but he will just stop signing, and let them talk. He won’t even mind if they hit him if they are getting very distressed. He will wait for them to calm down. And when they do, he will hug them and give them a kiss on a forehead. Sometimes things are hard, but he just wants be someone reliable for his loved ones.
Thanks to @idk101jo for inspiring me to write these!!
Very rarely it would be him getting angry. And the most aggressive behavior you would see out of him is him punching the wall or slamming the table. But never raising his hand on anyone. He would never. Might excuse himself afterwards, to go and vent his anger by training or writing in his diary.
If his partner breaks up with him, he will accept it calmly. Might ask about their reasons, and hear them out, trying to figure out if there is anything he can do to make things better. But if there is nothing, he will just thank them for their time together. It looks like he is handling it very well, but it’s far from the reality.
That night he would go out and kill many monsters and puppets, his heart breaking apart from despair and anger. He wonders to himself: Could he done anything different to avoid that? Or was he always destined to be alone? Maybe it’s for the better you left him, who would want to be with a scary mute criminal like him.
His sibling might try to comfort him afterwards, but he will brush it off, focus on their well-being even more than before – he might be a lost cost, but they have still have chance to have a happy life, perhaps with a lover. And… That would be enough for him. His siblings happiness would be enough.
Will be pretty harsh if it was more the fault of his partner, and might be even cold towards them, when they come to apologize. Probably because he will take any breach of trust very seriously. But if you are honest and admit that you were in the wrong, he will forgive you. He loves you after all.
Battle Maniac - Will try to be the rational one, but if his partner will push his buttons too far, he will blow out on them. Say a lot of hurtful things – maybe some of them that he believes but kept to himself to not hurt them, but some of them are just mean, for sake of being mean. Afterwards he will be needing a lot of quiet time, to think the situation through. If he’s in the wrong – he will be the first one to apologize. But won’t initiate, if he believes that it was his partner’s fault. When apologizing, he gets a bit shy, and will say things like “I didn’t mean the things I said. I’m sorry, that was unnecessary”
If his partner breaks up with him, at first he can’t believe it. He doesn’t want to believe what he is hearing. But then gets angry. He has done so much for them, and now they are just leaving him?! Might be even planning some kind of revenge on them. His siblings will talk to him about it and talk him out from these plans of revenge – thought it wouldn’t be easy, because when someone had betrayed his trust like that it’s hard for him to forgive.
But he will refrain to just letting out his anger on training dummies or enemies. Only after all the anger is done, which could take weeks or even months, that’s when the sadness settles in. It would hit him like a train, seemingly out of nowhere. One moment he’s stabbing an already destroyed dummy and in the next he is kneeling down, sobbing uncontrollably. He just can’t accept that he lost a person he trusted and loved so much. He really thought you were the one.
Afterwards, he will be overthinking the whole situation, thinking what went wrong, what he could say better, maybe even rant to it to his siblings. Might feel bad about how he reacted, if he shouted or underestimated his partner emotions. Will go up to them and give them a small gift. Maybe a handmade necklace, a drawing or a letter. (If it’s a drawing he will draw a small caricature of himself with an arrow pointing and saying “A stupid stinky idiot who was wrong and mean”). And if they will ask him what this is about, he will finally apologize to them. Tell them that he hates seeing them so upset, and that he wishes he didn’t get so worked up too. If they are okay, and accept his apologies, he would probably go up to hug them, maybe tickle them to see them smile again.
Eccentric – Any kind of conflict, he would try to play it as a joke at first. He doesn’t like it when his partner is upset, so he will try to cheer them up no matter what. But if it gets serious, he might get a bit defensive and sassy. Or maybe tries to ignore the issue by going back to his project. But if they keep pushing him, he might start shouting at them. Telling them they are overreacting or “It’s not that deep”. He just hates confrontations like that.
Locks himself to work on his inventions, barely going outside, neglecting himself, and will cry only if someone will ask him about that situation. Hates himself for getting so invested into this person, that doesn’t want them. And he would hate them for making him believe that they could have something special.
As for breaking up – he would ask if they are joking. He hopes that you are joking. Then pleads, ask them what he can do to convince them to stay, to give him another chance. But if there is no talking them out of it, he will try to play it off, like he doesn’t care. Maybe even cuss them out.
After a few weeks or months he would get back to dating, but it would be so hard for him. He noticed that now he cannot get so invested into his new lovers, because there is always this worry in back of his mind, that they will leave him too. So probably would stick to casual hook ups, for some time. Just to try avoid more heartbreaks.
And if her lover will break up with her… All hell breaks loose. At first she will think it’s a joke, but when she realizes it’s serious, she gets furious. Ask them why, what did she wrong, are they cheating on her, and quickly her anger would turn into sadness too. If they are really over she would scream at them to go and leave, and to never come back. And just like with arguments, she would go to her room and cry her eyes out. Her brothers would soon after come to comfort her, at first she would try to push them away, so upset that she doesn’t want to see anybody. But then she appreciates their kind words and hugs and pats they would give to her. It might be feel like an end of the world, but at least she has her family.
The Youngest – Gets easily worked up. But her anger isn’t very serious at first. She might call them “dummy” and maybe try to sweet talk herself, if that argument is about something she did. Also gets very whiny – “C’mon It was just one time, can’t you just let it go?”. But if her charms aren’t working, and it gets more intense, she will scream at them, insult them, and when it’s really bad – outright starts crying. That’s when she would shout at them to just leave her alone. She will go lock herself in her room, and cry into her pillow, maybe destroy something out of frustrations. She handles really badly not getting what she wants. So she will be sulking for quite a long time. Waiting for them to apologize. And only after they do, and they do it correctly (with a gift maybe) she will accept it, and hug them, and say she’s sorry for being mean.
If she was really in the wrong, her brothers would probably had a talk with her, making her realize that she did mess up this time, and she would go approach her lover, with a very sulky, shy look. It’s hard for her to apologize, but she will, while giving them the biggest puppies eyes ever.
Would be salty about this relationship for a long time, so you better hope you don’t have to come across Rabbits again, because it will end badly for you. Afterwards they would probably show her a photo of you beaten up, and she would feel a bit better – she feels like you would deserve a punishment for hurting her feelings so much!
WARNINGS. MDNI. nsfw. porn WITH plot. lovers. morning after. gentle kissing. blowjob. oral sex (f! on male). cum eating. zuko’s cum is hot. and yes he steams when he’s close.
a technically part 2 of this >> know my heart but can be read separately.
(also posted on AO3 - user safontaine)
WC. 4.790
Waking up, reaching the side of the bed and meeting warm skin, to you, was the best possible way to ever wake up to.
Hazy and groggy eyes sleepily staring at the gorgeous man sleeping soundly next to you, his long hair cascading on on the pillow, a few strands on his back giving a good contrast against the muscles on his back. Still feeling your body slightly sore from the previous night, heavy with sleep still clinging to your skin, you scooched closer to him and lifted your arm, tracing the tip of your fingers onto his back, the adoration you felt towards the man seeping through your fingers into his skin, your palm cupping his shoulder as you gave a light kiss on his shoulder blade, your arms hugging him.
He hummed, a sigh of content leaving him. It was no wonder that he was a somewhat light sleeper, given his duties as the lord of an entire nation, being accustomed to waking up early where the sun had barely risen yet. But today, with the sun already shining through the red satin curtains, the nice breeze of the highest room in the palace giving a good contrast of the heat both of your skins emitted due to your bending, he had slept in. In your arms, with his chest against your back as he peppered kisses all around your neck and cheek, giggles emitting from both of you until sleep took over your bodies and a dazed smile froze on your faces as you both laid together during the night.
He may be the Fire Lord now, but he was still the same boy whom you befriended when you were six years old. He liked the fresh air, company, good stories and quiet moments. He appreciated much more, now older, the tea moments with Iroh and your company on any matter. Be it to see him suffer in meetings, paperwork, or training grounds. He was, in your eyes, a simple man. Because loving him was simple to you. It came easily just as breathing.
With a groan, he turned around and his sleepy eyes met your now attentive ones. Lips met yours in a simple peck, and his arms went around you as well, giving a hug of his own, his head falling again against the pillow and eyes closing momentarily, a small smile on him.
“Good morning.” You whispered, the almost heavenly image of your lover so in peace and comfort, well rested and taken care of, sending a warm feeling to your heart.
Another peck. “Good morning.” Zuko whispered against your lips.
You smiled and placed your face on the crook of his neck, happiness threatening to explode your heart. If Toph were here, you were certain that she would either mock or be concerned with how hard, how fast, your heart was currently beating. Not that she hadn’t done it before. You remember fondly of the moments with the rest of the Gaang, where Zuko appeared right after deciding to no longer follow his father’s path, and even if you showed indifference over him for a moment, in secret, Toph would tease you nonstop because of your traitor heart.
“We slept late today didn’t we..” You murmured.
Zuko gave a weak chuckle. “Yes, we did.”
You raised your head in wonder. “And no one came to bother?”
“Oh, they did.” Zuko looked down at you, mischief dancing in his eyes. “You were too tired to wake up, and I told them to go away.”
A snort left your lips before you could control yourself, and once realizing what you did, you covered your mouth in embarrassment, giggles leaving them. Zuko on his part also followed you in the small giggles, his eyes looking down at you in his arms.
To him, you were a sight to behold, the most gorgeous woman, inside and out, that he had ever met and had the pleasure to say that you were in his life. Before as a friend, now as a lover and the one that holds his heart so dearly that he never felt even an ounce of hesitation on giving it to you. Watching as you tried to control your laughter while being held in his arms, your eyes closed in delight and the curve of your smile on your teeth, made the morning all the more special to him.
Sighing, you looked up at him again and with a smile, kissed him. He kissed you back.
Warm lips pressed against yours, tongue thick and heavy dragging lazily against your own, no battle like the night before for dominance, no. This morning, the kiss was lazy, sensual, two tongues dancing against each other, caressing from inside. You trapped his bottom lip on your teeth lightly and dragged your tongue across the swollen flesh, making you notice how the action had the room suspiciously heating up.
His lips were soft, his tongue was criminal, his hands caressed your back just like yours would do to his own. The silk of the bed slipping across your skin and the occasional breeze being pleasant against the heat. Kissing him was quickly becoming an addiction to you, everything about him was warm. His hugs, his attention, his voice that had matured so much after your teen years, his love. His cum too, apparently, and the thought made you smile against his lips.
Your fingers found your new obsession, his hair, and combed his locks lovingly as you then grasped them, not hard, enough to hold his head to continue kissing you. Both of your bodies were simply melting on bed, the kiss making him grow hazy and his cock, already hardened up naturally, starting to harden up in interest of your touches and sounds.
Sounds that both of you were emitting.
Sighs, small whispers of words that were not registered for how foggy both of your minds were. Groans, the occasional smack of your lips and the obscene wet sound that only two lovers in the middle of a deep kiss could hear.
Zuko laid back on bed, bringing your body up from the waist to be on top of him, surprising you enough to exclaim in the middle of the kiss, yet another smile sharing between the both of you. And yet, as you moved closer, your uncovered chest touching his, it was clear that the morning was going to be steamy just like the previous night.
“Zuko..” You whispered against his lips, feeling his hands massaging your waist and his left hand being brave enough to cup your left boob, by now you noticing on how he had the same habit of cupping it with his palm, and having his thumb gently caress the nipple. He hummed, so you continued. “How did you learn to eat pussy like that?” And he promptly choked, breaking the kiss in surprise. You suppressed a smile.
“I- Uh.. What?” He weakly said.
“Last night.” You continued, pursing your lips playfully. “With your tongue, with your fingers..” You continued, painting the image of a woman purely curious and easygoing, definitely not jealous of a past lover.
He coughed against his closed fist. “Uh- I just learned?” Your deadpanned expression however showed his lie was not good enough, so he sighed defeatedly. “Sokka..”
You perked up. “Sokka?”
Zuko closed his eyes, embarrassed. “..Five months ago, while exchanging letters, he mentioned uh- ‘Fire Lord Zuko will have an army of heirs’..” He imitated Sokka’s voice but flinched as he looked at you and saw your amused expression barely holding a laugh, closing his eyes again. “He sent some.. novels.”
A pause too long stayed for a few seconds, broken with your chuckle that slowly regained power and became a full laughter. “Oh my. He sent you erotic novels?!”
He huffed annoyed, but the twitch on his lips betrayed the real amusement he also felt after hearing your laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want. I made you a waterbender out of it.” Zuko smirked at you.
Surprised, you choked on your laugh and became scarlet red, the vivid memory of how soaked your pussy had become the previous night, along with the surprising squirt that drenched his pelvis making you embarrassed. “That’s not- You cocky- Shut up!” You stammered, slapping his chest lightly and hearing the vibrations of his laugh against your palm.
“Yeah, well. What? Did you think I had done it to someone else?”
“Yes.” Your short answer surprised him, making him blink a few times.
Zuko removed his hand that still groped your boob and both his palms ranked over your body, hugging your form and bringing your body to fully rest on top of him, his morning erection being partially forgotten. “You were my first.”
A small smile, undeniably relieved as well, appeared on your lips. “Mine too.”
He sighed, and the obvious relieved expression on his face made you feel less stupid on how you were about to get jealous of someone that was not even real, just moments prior. “Then we will discover each other together.”
Placing a long kiss on his lips, feeling his cock twitch on your tight, you broke the kiss to peck and speak against his lips. “You sounded happy when I said you were my first.” You knew what you were doing. Deep inside, you wanted to see if he shared the same thoughts and feelings as you. Maybe the irrational jealousy over a past lover that didn’t even exist, maybe the irrational jealousy as well about Sokka, just like you had with Mai, and a topic you didn’t want to approach just yet.
“I was.” He spoke without stopping his kisses against your lips, travelling to your jaw, his left hand gripping your chin to bring your head up and give space for his mouth.
You chuckled weakly, feeling the familiar warmth start to pool in the pit of your stomach. “You sound like you would be jealous.”
“I would.” His hand gripped your hair from your scalp and you almost moaned, if that was what he felt each time you scratched his scalp with your nails when you two kissed, you understood why he got worked up so fast.
Your fingers wormed around his hair and turned your head down again, your lips met his, your eyes closed and a visible flush against your skin. Be it because of his hard cock on your thigh, be it because of his embarrassing words or because of his so openly display of jealousy that you found yourself liking it. You weren’t someone crazy jealous, but you knew that he was handsome to a point it was dangerous, so it came naturally. It was gratifying to see that he could be jealous too.
The same familiar feeling of his hot hands caressing through your body appeared, and your body sank into his with a sigh, his body heat being greater than yours, and making you melt in his arms. An idea came to your mind at the thought of his hot body, and how he warmed you up from the outside in the palm of his hands, to the insides with his release.
With a bite on his lip that you pulled with your fingers until he raised his head to follow you back into the kiss, you drew away. Only after he saw your mischievous smile did he give up, his head falling against the pillow again in a scene that made his long hair paint a crown of hair around him. A man so beautiful, all for you.
He was yours.
You cupped his jaw with your hand and had to give a genuine smile this time as he leant into your touch, your thumb caressing his lip once, receiving a small kiss on it, your heart beating for him. You whispered the three words you were not yet tired to say, doubting you ever would, and he whispered back four words in response.
Leaning in, you went to kiss him but changed your course and gave a kiss on the corner of his lips, then travelled to his jaw as he inclined his head to meet your lips but was denied. Featherly pecks soon became indulgence as you started to suck on the skin of his neck, feeling his breath stutter and him give a deep breath, his hands on your waist growing tighter. You hummed quietly as you sucked on the warm flesh of his neck, giving a lick and peck on his Adam's apple, travelling to his chest.
Zuko was quickly becoming overwhelmed with so little. Your touch on his body, the way your hands ranked over each inch of his skin, the way your kisses abused the skin of his neck and the peck on his Adam’s apple having the man bite his lip hard to hide an embarrassed moan.
Deciding to give revenge on how he seemed to always need to touch your boobs and nipples, you closed your lips around his right nipple as your thumb caressed the other, him having no other choice than to finally stop hiding his sounds and opening his mouth to release a breathy sigh, a flush on his cheeks appearing. How delicious it was to have him so vulnerable under your care. Your wet tongue gave a slow circle around his nipple and you sucked, as if you were sucking the skin of his neck just moments ago, as your other hand traveled with your nail caressing over his skin and onto his already hard cock.
Zuko felt a sensation that could only be described as ‘butterfly on your stomach’ once your nails teased his skin until it reached his cock, a feeling familiar to when you are in a high place and you are afraid to fall, afraid of the height. Only now, he had already fallen, and he was at your mercy, completely putty on your hands.
He whispered your name as your mouth switched nipples and your hand grasped his cock, you moaning against him as his cock went surprisingly hot on your palm, his twitching member having such strong veins that you could feel it on your hand. He closed his eyes as your hand started to curiously pump his shaft up and down. Unfortunately, his skin was too dry for you to move your hand properly, making you furrow your eyebrows in displeasure.
Zuko could barely react when you suddenly removed yourself from his chest and nipple, his brow furrowing in confusion at the sudden empty feeling, only for his eyes to open in absolute shock as he felt a wet sensation on the tip of his cock, making him look down in an almost panicked look.
You were not looking at him, you had your eyes closed as the tip of your tongue circled around his tip, wetting it as your other hand remained its grasp on his shaft. Your furrowed look focused on his taste as you hummed in the new found taste, closing your lips around his tip.
His breath became choked again, a trait he realized happened way too often around you. His head fell back as his arms raised in a semi-up position, enough to see you exploring his body and making him a fool with new sensations.
Dropping his cock, you removed your lips from his tip and swallowed the taste, your tongue licked your own lips. Taking a proper look at the cock in front of you, you found it unfair on how even his cock was pretty. Thick, hard and too heavy to properly stay up, his cock was flushed red with anticipation and hot, against your palm, making you think on how it would feel inside your mouth. His cock was big, no wonder it felt so deep inside you the prior night, and you felt your own pussy clench in need on thinking of his cock being nestled deep inside yourself again.
However in one movement, you gripped his cock again by the shaft and gave a light kiss on the base, the skin one hundred percent burning against your touch.
Your tongue left your mouth and met a thick vein, tracing it with the tip of your tongue until the top, where you once again closed your lips around his tip, only this time you breathed deeply and placed both of your hands on his thigh. As soon as he saw what you intended on doing, his mouth opened to speak your name, to say that you didn’t need to do it, that it was not necessary, but was promptly cut off as your mouth started to descend inch by inch on his cock, your warm mouth swallowing his hot, pulsing cock.
A loud and throaty groan left Zuko’s mouth from deep in his throat, eyes rolling back on his head and his arms, supported by his forearms, almost gave up on his weight. His cock twitched inside your mouth and you hummed around him in curiosity at feeling his pulse and twitch, taking a deep breath and swallowing more of him.
“Dear spirits..” He whispered, finishing with a raspy of your name, his breathing coming hard by the second, eyes hazy with lust and a tingling pleasure that travelled through his entire body.
You curved your tongue on him, tracing each thick vein his cock had to offer, breathing through your nose as you fit more of him inside, his cock reaching your throat to the point where you had to stop and focus on the length already inside your mouth to not gag.
Zuko felt his body go limp and the force on his forearms went down, legs unconsciously opening to accommodate you in the middle of them, feeling as your mouth went up and down on his cock, sucking and tracing his veins with your tongue, soaking him and swallowing the precum he had started to leak. Thighs trembling on the pleasure he felt.
You smirked after feeling the thighs around your head tremble, and after a few more sucking you removed your mouth off of him.
“N-no-” He started, no, he whined.
Zuko immediately felt his face flush in embarrassment, and you, on the other hand, felt your entire body heating up after hearing the needy tone.
Instead of immediately bouncing on his cock like deep down you wanted, you trailed down your kisses to his inner thigh, feeling his muscular thighs and trembles, your hands massaging the skin as your mouth gave kisses to it. Opening your mouth wide, you ran your tongue over his balls in curiosity, remembering that just like him, you also had your fair share of erotic novels in the back of your mind.
As soon as you closed your lips around one of his balls and sucked it entirely on your mouth, your tongue raking up inside your warmth, Zuko’s hips started to subtly thrust upward, tensing the muscle on his thighs and then relaxing, only to repeat the same process over and over again.
Zuko let out a moan, in response your pussy started to drip onto the sheets.
Another droplet of precum started to leak from his tip, and as you saw it, you removed your mouth from his balls and gently encased the tip into your mouth, sucking it into your throat and moaning long at the taste. No matter if it was salty, musky, undeniably him, just to see how much of a pleasure he was feeling and answering to your touches was enough.
A kiss to his shaft, and suddenly his cock was hitting the back of your throat.
Zuko gripped the sheets tightly in his hand, feeling the fabric rip against his nails, fighting the urge to use your mouth like he would usually use his fist while thinking of you, the idea of fucking your face with his balls hitting your chin making his entire body tremble in need, but still not doing anything about it, especially after you decided to set your on pace, going up and down on his length and sucking on his cock at the same time.
Your hands went from simply being put on his thighs to gripping them, and just like he had done to you, you passed your arms under them, holding onto his thighs like a support as your head started to go faster on him, moaning each time his precum became more and more present on your tongue.
He moaned your name, eyes closed and mouth opened in quiet moans, but never silent. Ever since you put your mouth on him, he became so vocal to the point of making you dizzy with a needy side of him that you could easily get accustomed to. “You’re killing me.” He gasped, the pit of his stomach feeling uncomfortable with heat. “Haah-” He weakly breathed.
Humming gently around him, your vibrations not helping his case, his fists on the sheets to the point of gripping the bed itself. Mewls left your mouth at the taste of him, at knowing that it felt good for him when you did that.
Working through his shaft with slow and firm strokes of the rest that you couldn’t fit inside your mouth, a goal that you had already silently made inside your head that you were going to deepthroat him at some point. The long moan he gave in response to your touches coming with a breathy sigh in the end as he bucked his hips again.
Slowly but surely, you started to notice something.
As your hands held onto his thighs, your eyes closed and mouth enveloping him and not letting go, the skin that came in contact with yours slowly became more and more hot. At first, you thought that it was simply the heat that the fire nation had in it’s normal weather, then, you thought that it was because he was so worked up and horny that it heat up his skin, that was until you decided to open your eyes after a particularly harsh suck on your part and a mewl on his, you wanted to see his face.
But that was not what called your attention, no. His face was sinful, so contorted in pleasure that his mouth had a drool on the corner and he was breathing through his mouth. The thing that called your attention was how each time he breathed, steam would leave his mouth. Your eyes, even while your administration towards his cock never stopped, noticed the rest of his body.
Breathing deeply through the mouth, his chest went up and down with the urgency of someone that desperately needed to breathe, and yet in a small and thin layer across his skin, there it was, more steam.
Each time he breathed his breath became more elaborate and short, steam seeping through his skin and placing a thin layer over his entire body, the sight so peculiar to see the fire lord so vulnerable and not under control to the point where his firebending simply started to act up against his will, but she doubted he knew what he was doing. To be the reason where it happened made a slight ego grow on you, and as a reward, as you continued sucking him, your hands went to his balls and started to fondle them.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed.
Zuko in this state was beautiful, like a sinful painting. His skin entirely flushed and released steam that you quickly found yourself growing soft at the endearing sight. His lips still swollen from the makeout session you had before and no doubt from himself biting his own lip.
He moaned your name with urgency, shaking and thighs trembling. You could feel the heat of his cock growing by the second and, had you not been a firebender yourself, you were sure that you would get burned or uncomfortable. Thankfully, fighting against Azula and the powerful fire she had made you tougher.
The control he fought against slipped as you felt one of his hands gripping your hair tightly, and you moaned against him as a response that yes, grip my hair. Your soaked fingers started to stroke him faster as your throat closed and opened purposely against the tip of his cock, as your tongue still teased the same veins that were now pulsing against your wet muscle.
“Fuck- Ah-!” He moaned your name. “Baby-”
Swirling your tongue faster, hollowing your cheeks, you felt a thick rope of come hit your tongue and the back of your throat, and fuck, he was hot. Once again, not enough to hurt, just the perfect amount of heat that would make you want this exact warmth inside you at all times, be it from your mouth, or cunt.
A whine surged from the back of his throat and his entire body went limp on the bed, his breath stuttering and mewls so low that if you hadn’t been paying attention to him, you would have missed it. What you didn’t miss however was how the thin layer of steam seeping through him became thicker as he came, to the point of turning your vision foggy as you looked at him from the position you were.
He filled your mouth again, and the thick and musky taste of him was eagerly swallowed. The teas he drank with Iroh certainly did not help with the taste, however you found yourself not caring about it at the moment, only a silent message that yes, i want to do this more often, and maybe just a small reminder to ask him to eat more fruit, after all, you would be swallowing.
Opening your mouth to remove him, you rested the tip of his cock against his tongue and stroked his cock, the rest of his cum landing on your open mouth and tongue, forming a pool that had you groaning at the sight even if you couldn’t see your own tongue properly. Like hot tea, the temperature higher than normal.
Hearing him choke again, you looked up and saw him on his forearms again, chest, neck and cheeks flushed, looking at you with an lost expression with a mixture of neediness and lust, watching the mess you had just made of the fire lord in disbelief, glossy and hazy eyes finding the tip of his cock resting against your tongue and you stroking his cock and playing with the pool of cum accumulating inside your mouth.
Closing your mouth and taking him by surprise again, you swallowed the cum and gave a final lick onto his tip, the deep flush on his cock receiving a kiss on the base of his shaft again.
Once you finally abandoned his cock and gave a few pecks on his pelvis, Zuko made a mention to bring you up and you followed, finding it funny how a person like him could simply act melted. You rested your chest again on top of his own and chuckled after looking around, watching as his skin still released a few steams.
“Love.” You whispered and saw as his eyes opened almost immediately, a reverent look on them making you pause and then continue, but with a gentle hand with gentle fingers going through his hair. “You are making the room foggy.”
“Uhuh.” He mumbled, sighing and closing his eyes again, his right arm lifting only enough to fully press your body against his, like a weighted blanket, only to fall back against the bed, as if you had sucked his energy through.. well, his cock. “You almost killed me.”
You chuckled lovingly against his collarbone. “I’m starting to think maybe I did.” You said, making fun of his boneless act. He groaned and you kissed his skin, relishing in the heat. “Was I good?”
Zuko opened his good eye to look at you and scoffed. “There is fog in the room.”
“I find it endearing.” You cupped his cheek and he turned his head and gave a light bite on the palm of your hand, making you retaliate by biting his chin. You hugged him tightly and sighed, body sinking into his own, your own pleasure forgotten as your lover still recovered from an orgasm that you were proud to admit to be the reason to be this intense.
The steam in his body took a few more minutes to stop seeping, as he inevitably fell into slumber. The fog, a few minutes later with the help of the open windows and breeze going through and inside the room.
To not be alone, you forced your eyes to close and went to sleep, feeling your stomach warm with love and early breakfast in bed.
‧₊ ˚⊹ husband!higuruma wants you to ride his face after work 18+
you don’t even need to tell hiromi what you want (need) after a long day at work. all you have to do is shut the door a little harder than usual, kick your shoes off with a little more force, and he’s already in front of you, hands running up and down your back. your hands slip around his neck as you pull him closer to you, resting your head on his chest.
you know he’s had a tough day at work, as he always does. his tie is loose around his neck, top buttons of his white shirt undone. the two of you stand there in silence, letting the comfort of finally being at home in each other’s arms envelop you.
he doesn't need to ask you how your day was. you don't need to ask him. the both of you know it all too well; the stress, the fatigue, the sleepless nights. it’s even rare for you to be at home at the same time at an adequate hour in the evenings. so, the fact that you’re finally alone with him before midnight on a weekday is making you unreasonably horny. you can smell his aftershave from the morning lingering on his skin, feel the warmth of his calloused palms as they caress your bare arms.
it’s been days—no, weeks—since the two of you have had sex. but you don't want to burden him, to ask him to pick you up and take care of you in the ways you so desperately crave. so, the two of you trudge to your shared bedroom to get changed out of your stifling work clothes.
higuruma watches you as you slide your trousers off, arms folded across his chest, the muscles in his forearms drawn taut. as you begin to unbutton your shirt, you feel his firm chest brush up against your back, hands slipping the fabric off of your body and snaking around your bare waist, pulling you close. he dips his head down, peppering loving kisses across your shoulders, trailing upwards to your neck. as he nips at your skin and his hands roam over your stomach, lightly massaging your breasts, you can't help but sigh. it’s laced with need and longing, and your husband knows this.
“hiromi,” your breath catches. just the raw, skin-to-skin contact is making arousal pool in your underwear, thighs squeezing together on instinct.
“let me eat you out,” he whispers, breath fanning against your ear and making your stomach flutter. “please.”
“but you must be so tired, baby. don’t worry about me, you should rest,” you tell him, though your body gives away your desires, automatically leaning into his touch. “you’ve had a long day.”
“so have you,” he mumbles into your skin. “let me take care of you.”
every nerve in your body is screaming at you to just take his offer and indulge yourself for one night.
your husband turns you to face him. he leans in closer. now, you can smell the faint scent of his cologne mingling with sweat on his skin. it’s musky and heavy and so so him. his eyes flick down to your lips and he presses his against yours. the kiss is tender and full of all the love you hold for one another but never have the time to say. his taste is familiar; reminds you of home.
as he tangles his tongue with yours, he starts to gently push you towards the bed behind you. he breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to yours, and rests his hands on your shoulders. you sit on the edge of the bed and shuffle backwards, leaning against the mess of pillows at the head of the mattress, elbows planted by your sides.
you clench together to try and provide some semblance of friction between your legs, where your clit is aching with need. slowly, higuruma crawls towards you. he parts your legs and you let yourself get lost in the warmth of his touch, his rough hands running across the burning hot skin of your inner thighs. a soft exhale escapes his lips when his gaze falls upon the damp spot that has begun to spread across your cotton underwear. you suddenly feel exposed, sitting here in nothing but your bra and panties, whilst he’s fully dressed and looking up at you with glassy, pleading eyes.
he leans his head against the inside of your plush flesh, and you extend a hand to cup his face. the ebony haired man in front of you nuzzles into your palm as you stroke your thumb across his cheek. hiromi begins to kiss the inside of your hand, sending chills scampering down your spine, and never once breaking eye contact with you.
“please,” he pulls away slightly and his voice cracks with hunger. “let me make you feel good. you deserve it.”
higuruma shifts his body to be face to face with your clothed, yet still drenched, pussy.
“i don’t want to burden you, hiromi—”
you’re cut off by him pressing his nose into the fabric and inhaling deeply. “you’re never a burden,” he kisses your core. “i can relieve your stress for you. i want to help you out.” his worship of your body as if it were a temple makes butterflies swarm within you.
you nod lightly, any sense of resolve dissipating in an instant. “okay.”
hiromi wastes no time in peeling the sticky fabric away from you, tossing them to the ground and revealing your drooling cunt. it’s almost embarrassing, the way you're already dripping so much for him, slick oozing out of your hole after all he’s done is talk to you sweetly.
your husband swallows thickly. “sit on my face,” his voice drops down an octave and your stomach lurches.
obediently, you follow his command. whilst he rolls over on to his back, you position yourself over him, straddling his face. it’s obscene how soaked you are—you think you can literally feel a drop of wetness drip down your inner leg—from the way your husband is gazing up at you right now. his eyes are half-lidded, jaw slightly agape as he breathes heavily, eager to taste you. who would have thought that a few weeks of abstinence would leave you so desperate to be touched?
“sit.” hiromi’s voice is husky and deep and he wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling you down on to his face.
you can feel his breath flutter against your heat as you sink down on him. he presses a gentle kiss against you, then kitten licks at your clit, and your body tenses up in anticipation. instinctively, your hips buck down to chase his mouth.
higuruma laughs, low and sultry. the vibrations reverberate throughout your body and make you shudder.
“so eager.”
before you have time to scold him, he licks a strip up from your candied entrance to your throbbing clit, tongue flat against your folds. a strangled cry escapes your throat, the noise guttural and raw. it’s been so long since you’d had time alone with him, even the most mundane of acts feels almost overstimulating.
hiromi’s eyes flutter closed as he moans into you, lapping up your juices like a man starved.
“mmh,” he groans. “missed your taste.”
his words fly straight to your pussy; your hole quivers around nothing. your hands find the headboard in front of you and, when he glides between your folds, you grip it so tightly your knuckles start to turn white. his warm, wet tongue traces patterns into your clit, and the bliss is so overwhelming that you can’t help but whiiiine his name out. he’s slurping and gulping all of you and the sounds coming from the two of you are nothing if not filthy.
and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he plunges his tongue into you. in this position, his nose is pressing up against your clit, providing a mind-numbing pleasure that ripples over your body in electrifying waves.
“fuuuuck, hiromi,” you mewl. “feels so—hah—good.”
you’re grinding down into his face now, velvety walls clenching around him with every push of his nose against you. his hands guide your hips as you fuck his mouth, legs trembling above him.
“keep going, baby,” he grunts. “use me.”
higuruma pumps his tongue in and out, curling it inside, nose relentlessly rubbing up and down your clit as he moves his head to match the pace of your hips. your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy. helpless pleas tumble from your lips as he coaxes an orgasm out of you.
“h-hiromi, ngh, so close,” you whimper.
any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you until your brain turned to mush. today, however, he takes pity on his poor, overworked wife, and decides to let you take what you need from him.
“you’ve worked so hard, baby,” he rasps, letting up his ministrations temporarily to praise you. “you deserve to cum, right?”
“mhm,” your eyes are screwed shut in complete ecstasy as you thrust onto his face oh-so-desperately. “s-so close, i can’t hold out—”
your dewy slick is coating his nose, leaking down the sides of his mouth and his chin and higuruma is utterly drunk on your smell, your taste, on you. you fervently rock your hips, chasing your high with nothing in your brain other than hiromi, hiromi, hiromi.
he withdraws his tongue from inside of you and drives it against your sticky silk, incessantly swirling around your clit. then he sucks, and you gush on his mouth.
“shit—fuck—hiromi, ‘m cumming—”
your thighs clamp around his head, hard, and you cry out. the pleasure overtakes your body in full force, euphoria coursing through your veins and clouding your vision. the man underneath you continues to lick you through your orgasm, your muscles convulsing uncontrollably. to hiromi, the sight is exquisite: you, writhing above him, moaning his name out so deliciously. it’s almost enough to make him cum in his pants.
and when you come down from your high, body slumping next to him, he just pulls you close to him, nestling your bodies together.
“thank you,” you whisper, fatigue spreading throughout your body. “i needed that. i love you.”
“i’ll do anything for you,” he kisses the top of your head. “always.”
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note i wrote this then realised that @porcelainut has a fic that's very similar, so please check out their work too !! happy higuruma anime debut day :D (his nose is so sexy lol)
a/n: u guys should watch gachiakuta or at the v least look up enjin 🙏🏻
enjin - gachiakuta
your chest is heaving, legs shaking as enjin pulls two thick fingers out of your weeping cunt, slipping them into his mouth and groaning. he looks down, nodding to himself as your juices drip down onto his sheets and then to his cock that’s leaking with pre, twitching at the thought of finally sinking into you.
“alright, angel face.” he settles in between your thighs. “you ready f’me?” he looks up at your face finding you staring down at his cock with your lower lip sucked into your mouth.
“mhm.” you look up at him.
“just focus on me.” he cups your cheek. “gonna make sure you feel so good.” his thumb pulls your lower lip out from between your teeth.
your eyes flutter when you feel the head of his cock slipping through your folds, bumping against your puffy clit and poking at your sweet little pussy. his hand leaves your cheek to rest on your lower tummy and thumb at your clit while he lines himself up. he pushes in so slowly, his tip enveloped by your slick heat and he groans.
“‘jin!” you gasp, grabbing his wrist. “mnghh, ‘s big.” your lib wobbles at the stretch.
“i know, i know.” his thumb taps your clit to pull your attention to the pleasure. “doin so good f’me.” he nods.
“i.. i dunno if it’ll fit.” you blink up at him with glassy eyes.
“it’ll fit pretty baby, don’t you worry about that, yeah?” he gives you a lopsided smile.
“o- oh!” he pushes in another inch. “okay!” your thighs shaking around his waist.
his thumb keeps rubbing at your little clit with each inch he buries himself deeper into your tight cunt. it feels like forever until he bottoms out but when he does he can feel the outline of himself under his palm as he keeps working your clit.
“‘jin.. i.. mmf! i feel you so deep.” you whine.
“yeah? gimme your hand.” he chuckles.
you untangle your hand from the sheets and offer it to him weakly. he grabs it and places it on your lower tummy where his was and presses his hand over yours. he gives a gentle roll of his hips and you gasp at the stretch and the outline moving.
“feel me in there?” he presses down harder on your hand.
“yeahh.” you nod up at him. “i want- ah! want you to move.” you give your hips a little jerk and he grunts.
“you sure?” he raises a brow.
“mhm.” you wiggle your hips, breath catching at the feeling.
he slowly drags his cock out, watching your face scrunch up before he starts to push back in. his thumb starts to rub at your clit again, your pussy fluttering around him and sucking him deeper. the pace he sets is mind numbing, your toes are curling with every thrust, puffs of air leaving your lips each time he buries himself to the hilt.
“faster.” you pant.
with a snap of his hips your eyes are rolling back and you’re arching off the bed. he watches your face as he starts to fuck into you, letting his eyes trail down to the way your tits bounce with each thrust and between your legs and they way you’re leaving a creamy mess all over his cock.
“fuckin perfect.” he gathers up your legs and presses them to your chest.
“en- jin!” you choke on his name.
“i got you angel, don’t worry.” he hums.
after that, he’s fucking you like you were made for him, and you might as well be. your pussy is molded to his cock and you’re taking him so well. each little noise that slips past your lips makes his cock throb and he knows you’re close from how you’re soaking him.
his fingers are digging into your soft skin, groans from deep in his chest falling from his mouth. you’re babbling now, nothing coherent coming out, just the cutest whines and and gasps. and there’s no warning when your pussy clamps down around him and you cum hard.
“shit.” he grunts.
his pace breaks as you pulse around him, legs twitching, hands gripping his as your pleasure feels never ending. then he’s filling you, rolling his hips and fucking his cum into you, feeling the way it’s seeping out with his shallow thrusts.
“did so good f’me, angel.” he pants.
“i wanna go again.” you jerk your hips and he lets out a breathy laugh.
letting zodyl be vulnerable for a chance and he literally cums ROPESSS within 2 mins and is deeply embarrassed of it
+18
zodyl was laying beneath you on the bed, his beloved jacket for once forgotten on the floor. thick muscle formed two beautiful curves on his chest, accompanied by a few dark hairs growing there, clean and trimmed though.
you were straddling his lap, watching how your boyfriend’s stomach rose and fell with each breath he took. he was already gently panting, cock resting heavy and hard against his thigh, as your hand moved along the pretty shape under the boxers.
a small grunt left zodyl’s lips, an arch of want between his brows. he looked vulnerable. nearly desperate.
“you- you’re teasing-“ he husked, lips parted. “stop it. need to feel you.”
you giggled. “roger that, boss.”
you called him that even though it was pretty obvious you were the one in command now.
zodyl’s cock sprung free as you lowered the useless piece of fabric, slit already leaking, thick shaft pulsing between your fingers that barely managed to wrap around it. compared to the pale stomach, his tip was red as a tomato. eager.
you had to bite your lip as you lowered yourself on zodyl. the stretch always felt like it cut you in half from the inside - but for zodyl? it felt like a tight, hot heat that wrapped around his most sensitive parts, as if a heavy blanket on a cold night.
you moaned as he was balls deep in you, your poor cunt finally getting used to the size of him. zodyl always gave you time to adjust, which was somewhat not expected from the cunning leader. (although he always had the biggest urge to just pound your tight hole until it was leaking his cum till next week.)
this specific image in zodyl’s head made him twitch inside you, as if silently asking you to move. and you did.
hips rolling and ass bouncing your pussy squelched, a white rim quickly forming around his throbbing shaft.
“zo, fuck, feels too good-“ you whined, his plump tip brushing against your sweetest spots with every thrust.
zodyl couldn’t agree more. it indeed felt too good. his dark eyes ran over your form, nipples all perky and moans sounding like a comforting lullaby. he felt every clench of your wet walls and heard every squelch of your pussy lips - and it was all too much.
a hot wave of pleasure began to form in zodyl’s pelvis, his thighs now trembling and breath quickening dangerously. with heavy balls suddenly tightening, he understood what was about to happen. it had been merely two minutes since you started.
he quickly tried to rise up and grab you, attempting to stop your hips from moving that were now furiously grinding on his cock. “w-wait- fuck- i’m- slow down-“ the man managed to gasp out in mild panic, but it was too late.
a single, low moan, escaped zodyl as ropes of hot cum splurted out. you felt your pussy quickly filling up all the way to your womb, and for a moment you were afraid the amount of seed he thrusted in would make you look bloated.
white, thick fluid trailed down on his lower abdomen, coating the few hairs zodyl had down his navel. he was still twitching in you, the last few pumps making sure that your walls were thoroughly painted by his cum.
you caught the humiliation in his gaze immediately. even though he was still trembling and panting, a sense of embarrassment flashed through those now widened, almost terrified eyes.
“i-i apologize, i don’t know what happened” he mumbled, low voice even lower than normally. for once zodyl was actually avoiding your gaze and not looking like he wanted to kill everyone in sight.
“zodyl, it’s okay, it happens. don’t worry” you laughed gently, genuinely not minding the incident. if something, you felt proud to make him cum so fast.
he shook his head. “it’s just, you know how busy i’ve been. i haven’t been able to… take care of my… needs lately.”
an actual blush formed on his cheeks.
it was nearly adorable how zodyl looked more like a scolded puppy now than the leader of the raiders’. it was a wound to his ego that he dared to display such weakness in front of his woman. seriously, was there anyone who had seen him like this before? for sure not.
“hey, i said it’s okay. we can go for another round-“ you tried, but before you knew it, zodyl lifted you up and flopped you on your back. with no shame, you found your legs being spread by his large hands, eyes already on your cum-covered pussy. zodyl’s lips opened, ready for a meal that wouldn’t be cockroaches this time.
“we can. but i need to make this up to you first.”
18+ ignoring my 4 other wips because i NEED that autistic man
Subby!August who's so loud while you ride him that putting a hand over his mouth doesn't even help. he's grabbing at your waist, hips thrusting up wildly to chase the wet heat of your cunt while whines spill past his lips
Subby!August who loves and hates the idea of cockwarming. having you impossibly close to him while he works is nice until you start grinding your hips to try and throw his focus off
Subby!August who can cum just by eating you out, his hair pulled back in a ponytail and his thumbs holding you open for him (i mean y'all SAWW that tongue like)
Subby!August who forgets to breathe when you're making out. it never starts out slow, all quick and messy desperation that ends with him glossy eyed and painfully hard
Subby!August who gets so fucked out he's babbling against your neck and licking up the expanse of your throat. "feel s'good baby" "p-please lemme cum in you" "need you so bad"
Subby!August who starts to cry if he's edged for too long, fucking up into your hand or your mouth and whimpering when you stop. he lets out a pathetic mix of a yell and a shaky laugh when you finally let up
Subby!August who, despite being so needy he's panting, takes his time undoing the buttons of your shirt and setting your clothes or pajamas aside for later. he's a thoughtful menace
Subby!August who never bothers to check if the doors locked or who might be around to hear you guys. he ran a strict program anyways, nobody would think about walking in without knocking
Can I pleaseeeeeee request how gachiakuta men would sound in bed?? If you’re able to find links to how they’d sound too that’d top it off 😏😩
ugh yes this is so hot and i will most definitely be finding audios duhhhh
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enjin is a heavy breather…when he’s not talking at least. so aside from his nonstop teasing and dirty talk, he doesn’t open his mouth to moan, it’s mainly just deep guttural groans and huffs and breathing. curses a lot.
“fuck-fuck! s’that feel good, mama? my cock splitting you? gonna cum-yeah? me fuckin too, fuck!”
gris also kinda deep moans, but he opens his mouth. hes a bit quieter, but can still be loud enough to genuinely moan. a littleeee whiny here and there like when you squeeze him just right or he’s about to cum. he doesn’t do too much dirty talk, but he loves praising you.
“feel so good, baby, just like that-wider, good girl”
tamsy (i feel like this one actually sounds so close to him it threw me off a little😵💫) loud as fuck and doesn’t shut up… whether it’s teasing you or his noises. open mouth, high octave, a little whiny. he moans with you, if that makes sense, if he ruts into your nice and rough and you moan loud, he’ll moan just the same back maybe a bit louder.
“shit-squeezing me so fucking tight, angel…really needed my dick, hm?”
august is obviously loud, but a lot of humming kinda loud too. he’ll moan with an open mouth but really only when he’s kissing you, he loves swallowing each others moans. don’t hate me but i rlly think he’s a whiner a little, especially when he first puts it in and bottoms out.
follo whines so bad and it’s fucking hot, he’s so needy just moaning and whining like crazy, whether he’s being completely dominant or not so much, he’s a mess. he’ll be so pussy drunk it drives him nuts and it’s just consecutive moaning and whining and crying. he’s not loud volume wise, but he doesn’t stop.
Can you please do dom!male reader x August where it's August first time with a guy so he just let's reader take control 🙏 (I need more male reader fics with this man) I love how expressive your writing is❤
Aww thank you! Lemme hook you up this fine Friday real quick.
Say That I Can Have It
dom!male reader x inexperienced!August
cw: modern au, first times, pinning, lots of kissing, August is LOUD, whiny!August, safe sex, praise, dirty talk, brief fingering(August receiving), guidance, possession, body worship, mating press, "take the condom off", overstim, *not fully proofread(will fix!!)
When We - Tank
Honestly, who were you to deny the request that poured from your uncharacteristically timid boyfriend’s mouth yesterday? When he called you last night, you immediately noticed the tone of his voice was different than usual- softer, and definitely not booming through the speakers. "I want to try it, y'know. Sex. With you."
As much as you wanted to race over to his place then and there to give him exactly what you both wanted, you used every ounce of your self restraint to stay home instead. Visiting him in a fit of horniness wouldn't do either of you any good, especially August. You certainly wouldn't be able to think with anything other than your dick.
You two actually intended to watch the movie in the background, truly! It wasn't just for background noise, of course it wasn't- it's a cop action-comedy, definitely not ideal for background noise. You've been underneath a blanket with August before, this shouldn't have been any different. It's just...he looks so domestic, and it pulled something out of you.
Usually, he's dressed in dark denim overalls, usually over a hoodie of some sort with paint all over himself. Tonight is different, though. He's in a graphic tee you easily recognize as yours (you must have left it one night you slept over) and a pair of boxers, and his hair is in a loose ponytail to the back of his head. He's comfortable.
It was only a matter of time before your attention was off the movie and on your unsuspecting boyfriend. You almost felt bad when you pulled him in for a kiss because of the whine he let out. He told you he wanted to watch the movie, and to focus, so that is exactly what you did. After all, you liked it so far.
Then, his eyes were on you. The brown irises basked in blue light radiating from the television stared up at you from his spot on your chest. How is it that you look so damned handsome just watching a screen? He isn't sure, but he can appreciate it. It must be the artist in him. Of course you caught him starting but he didn't look away either. Instead, you felt him throw his leg over yours and claim his favorite spot in your lap.
Next thing you know, you have August underneath you, whimpering into your mouth as your tongue rubs against his. The blanket is discarded in a messy bundle at the foot of the mattress. He sounds so good, you can't help wanting to hear the sound over and over again. You cup the warmth of his cheek in your palm, and pull him in deeper. His lips half reciprocate the wet kisses, and half remain slack as he softly moans against your mouth. You two have kissed before, but it's something about this time that just feels different. August breaks the kiss to suck in a much-needed breath, eyes averting your gaze as soon as he realizes you're the one staring again. Cute.
"Not hiding from me, are you?" You chuckle, straightening your posture to give him some room. "You okay?"
August nods as he sits up on his elbows. "Yeah- I'm okay."
"Horny?"
"Y/n!"
You watch as August lies back down, hands coming up to hide his face as he mumbles something about how bold you are. He's right, so you don't fight him on it. "Me too." You grab August by his thighs and pull him down so that your pelvis is flush against him. You're hard, undeniably so.
August's thighs twitch around you when he feels the stiffness of your dick pressing against his ass. As many times as he felt your boner against his back while you two slept next to each other, the difference tonight is that there's a very high chance it'll be inside of him. The thought makes his stomach tight with want. Your gaze on him doesn't help with the coil either. "Stop staring!"
"You don't really want that." Your hands make their up to August's wrists, gently pulling his hands from his face and pinning them above his head. "Right? It's okay, you can tell me, baby."
His face is red. "I do- I like it. Happy now?" Then, a gasp leaves his mouth when you roll your hips against him. Feeling just how hard you are for him makes his own dick twitch in anticipation.
"I love when you use your words." You grin, stealing a kiss from his lips. August is the one to escalate things a bit further by grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. His dark brown eyes drink in every inch of your upper body, admiring the dips and ridges of your skin stretching along the muscle.
When you reach for his shirt to reciprocate the action, August's hands are quick to push at your chest in hesitation. "Wait- y/n...I want to leave my shirt on."
Your gaze softens, fingers easing their hold on his shirt. "Yeah?"
August nods, averting his gaze once again. "If that's okay."
Of course it's okay. It's his choice, and you're going to stand by it. You have no reason to fight him on what he wants to conceal on his body. You don't know his reasoning and won't pry. Instead, you smooth your hands over his midsection and up to his chest, thumbs rubbing at his erect nipples through the fabric. "It's fine, baby." You lean down, capturing his lips in a softer kiss in rhythm of your thumbs on top of his nipples.
August's hips roll down onto you, hands scrambling for purchase on your forearms. He's always been a little sensitive, whining and crying out at the slightest touches. "Mm- aah, y/n!" He cries against your lips, throwing his head back when you pinch his nipple between your thumb and forefinger. "Sensitive, so- mm - sorry! Can’t help it - ooh."
"Oh, baby. You think I mind?" You hum, licking a thick stripe down to his Adam's apple. "Never."
Your hands are quick and greedy, pulling at August's boxers and dropping them off the side of the bed. As you kiss and suck ruthless love bites into the fair skin of his neck, your hands grab and knead the flesh of his hips. Your thumbs press gently into his pelvis, stroking the skin closer and closer to his v-line. "You're so perfect." You mumble into his skin. "All of you. You're so perfect, and you're all mine."
You run your hand down to his throbbing erection strained between you two. It's your first time seeing it, of course you're going to marvel at the perfection that is your boyfriend. The velvety tip is glistening with slick precum which worms down the underside of his girth. At the base of his dick is a tuft of soft, blond hair corresponding with the locs atop his head. His balls are big, so full of arousal. Oh, hell. You're going to ravish him.
Your eyes travel further, between the plush of his ass. Your other hand gently spreads him for your eyes to feast on. August's hole is puckered, untouched, and winking in anticipation. You begin to wonder why nobody has pounced him yet, but then you feel a wave of triumph wash over you. You're glad to be the first.
"You're so fucking gorgeous, Auggie." You breathe out. The smile that tugs at his lips is bright, soothing. "Yeah, you are. I'm gonna get you all prepped down here, okay? If anything is uncomfortable, tell me."
August nods. He has a basic idea of what you're going to do based on the horrible adult media he consumed prior to even telling you he was ready to try this out, but it's still nerve wracking to actually be in this position. Will it hurt? He's never pleasured himself down there aside from rubbing one out whenever he needed to. "Okay.."
Then, your face disappears between his legs. August bites down on his bottom lip as he watches you stroke and knead the skin of his inner thighs. Your fingers glide their way to his dick, wrapping around the girth and lightly squeezing. Your hands are so warm, so big. They feel good against him like this. "I- uh..I have lube, if you need it. I got some with the condoms yesterday."
"Good call." You chuckle, "Why don't you grab that for me while I get you nice and wet for me?"
"You- are so vulgar, y'know that? Serious-" August gasps, thighs closing around your head as a sudden warmth envelops his dick. "Y-y/n!" He blushes to see your lips wrapped tight around him. Your mouth is so wet, so hot. Your tongue is so skillful, pulling moan after moan from his lips. August whines, first pulling at the sheet tucked underneath the mattress. Oh, that's different.
You squeeze the circumference of his thigh in your palm, looking up at him from between his thighs and your mouth comes off of him with an obscene pop. "What happened to grabbing the lube, baby?" You tease, "Or did my vulgar mouth stop you?" You catch the bottle of clear jelly August tosses you, then pat his thigh twice. "Good boy. All you gotta do right now is give me all of you, baby. Let me make this body mine."
He nods, thighs parting once he feels comfortable again. Imagining you between his legs and actually having you there are two very different things. "I can do that.."
You pop the cap open and apply a generous amount of the cool jelly to your fingertips, then rub them together to warm it some. "I'm going to put one inside, okay? Just relax for me, baby." You wait until August nods, and his body visibly obeys before poking the tip of your middle finger at his tight rim. You gently ease it inside of August, a gasp leaving his mouth as your second knuckle pushes past his rim. "Good, baby. You're doing so good."
August covers his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes trembling as you ease your finger in past your final knuckle. It doesn't hurt like he thought it would. Maybe this won't be so bad.
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"Y/n-" August whines, pushing at your chest. His eyes are bolted shut, lips parted as deep gasps escape from them. "You didn't tell me it- haah - was so thick."
"I know, baby, I know." You coo softly, kissing along his temple in an attempt to soothe him. "I'm sorry, baby. You gotta relax. It won't feel so good when you're tense." You kiss his cheek, then his nose, then peck his lips. "Oh, there you go. Good, just like that." You hiss through your teeth at the feeling of August unclenching his muscles around you so tight. Your dick easily slides in inch by inch, until he's clenching once more. "You're almost there, baby. Just a few more, I promise."
August can't help but moan at the feeling of nearly being full. The weight of your dick nestled deep inside of him has his head dizzy and fogged with thoughts of how good it'll all feel once he adjusts. He flutters his eyes open, and looks up at you. There's concentration knitted between your brows, and tension in your jaw. You must be trying your absolute hardest to not thrust the last few inches inside. "Put it in..please."
So, you do.
A loud moan leaves August's mouth once you're bottomed out. His thighs tremble and his hands squeeze your chest tight. His teeth are gritted together, a muffled curse leaving his mouth as his body quickly tries to adjust to the length. That was nearly equivalent to you putting the tip in. Your balls pet his plump ass, swollen with the same amount of arousal as his are. Fuck, he's tight. It feels like he's sucking you in, holding you in a vice grip.
"Y/n - haah! Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck."
You feel August pull himself up the bed slightly, "Uh uh." You chuckle, pulling him back down onto your dick. "Don't. You said I could have it, baby. You can't just go taking it away from me."
August pouts when you take his wrists and pin them above him head with one of yours. Oh. "But, y/n-!" His eyes cross when you pull out only to thrust back inside of him. It's not fast, but very deep. He lets out a sigh of pleasure, lips widening into an O as he feels you repeat the motion. He's so slow, so tender- so good.
You tuck your hand underneath his lower back, "Lift your hips just a little bit- too high. Good, right there. I've got you." The grip you have on his thigh is firm, holding him exactly where you need to in order to make him feel good. Seeing the expression on his face just now was bliss. You need to see it again. "All better, hm? Feels nice once I'm deep in there, doesn't it? Yeah, it does. I'm going to - fuck - make you feel so good. Now you like my dick. Before, it was too thick."
August shakes his head, "I-I..that's! Oh.." He can't think straight! The only thing on his mind is your dick sliding out of him once again, "Nonono, don't take it out!" He rolls his hips downward, a loud cry leaving his mouth at the depth.
"Careful now. That's a whole 'nother rodeo." You thrust back inside of August, a groan leaving your mouth now. "You gonna let me have it?"
August nods frantically, looking up at you with eyes are as shiny as the angry tip of his dick. "Uh huh! Y-you can have it, y/n, it's yours! As long as it feels this good, it's always yours.”
"Drunk on dick and I didn't even start yet." You remark, pulling out once again to run the length of your dick along his inner thigh. It's wet with a mixture of your precum, lube, and August's natural secretions. "This ass is mine?"
"Yes!" August pants, "My body is yours, I swear it." He's babbling, but you love it. When doesn't he babble?
You thrust back inside of him, a bit rougher this time. "That's right. Let me in, Auggie baby. Let me in this- ah, fuck - good boy." Winking down at him, you then begin to roll your hips against his just to ensure he's adjusting well to the stretch. It doesn't even seem to faze him anymore.
With each throbbing inch of dick inside of his pulsing hole, August calls out your name. His body quivers and arches when you reach a particular spot inside of him, causing him to bite down on his cheek since you have his hands up as to where he can't cover his mouth.
"You're moving your hips against me like you wanna fuck." You hum, running your hand up August's body and to his chin. You lean forward a tad, poking at that spot inside of him once again. Your eyes are dark, and your voice is low as you ask him, "That’s what you want?"
August nods, rolling his hips down once again. "Don't let go." He says, referring to his wrists. "I..like when you hold me like this." His breathing picks up as he ruts his hips down onto you, trying to reciprocate the pleasure you were just dealing him. It's hard, though. He just can't seem to move the way you did to bring him so much pleasure.
"Here," Your hand returns to his thigh when you catch the glimpse of frustration in his eyes. "Roll your hips like this." You guide August's hips against you slowly, watching from above. Fuck, he has no idea how sexy he is. The soft bit of flesh on his hips jiggle and recoil everytime his ass comes in contact with your lap. Though he still hasn't taken off his shirt, the soft abs peek from underneath the fabric. You'd spend all day kissing him all over if he allowed it. "There you go. That feels better, doesn't it?"
August nods, eyes fluttering closed as his throws his head back against the pillows. The muscles in his forearms tense as his back arches up into your chest. "Feels- oh! Good right there! Everytime!"
"Oh, yeah?" You smirk, plowing your hips forward. "Feels good against your prostate, that's what it is?"
A loud cry leaves August's mouth, "Mhm! I wan' you to do it! Right there - aah! - keep, mm, going right there, please- faster, aah! Y/n, d-don't...nngh.."
You grab August's thighs in your hands, bringing his legs up until his knees are at hiss ears. With a soft, and half-assed, apology, you plunge deep into his ass. The sounds are loud, wet, lewd- vulgar. The repeated haah, aah, yes's are punched from August's lungs with every one of your harsh and targeted thrusts. "Hear that ass talkin' to me, baby? Mm, someone likes getting fucked, don't they? Here I was trying to be a gentleman, but my baby wants me to fuck him, dog him out, and stretch him until it hurts to sit. That's how you like it. Yeah, that's how you fuckin' like it."
August nods to whatever it is you're saying, he can't quite hear over his pulse rushing in his ears. His position is insane. Not only can he feel everything, but he's also restricted and forced to take whatever is given to him. He likes it. "Y/n, 'm- I-I'm c - aah! I-I feelsofuckinggood. Can't take it!"
"Oh, you can take it." You hum, "If only you could see how good you look taking my dick, baby. Sucking me up so good."
August squeaks when you spit down onto his hole. There's a look in your eyes that has his stomach in knots.
"Said your body is mine, right? Yeah, let me make my fucking mark."
August squeaks when a slap is loaded against his ass. "H-hey!" He whines. When you pull out of him for something August can't quite care about, he looks down with wide and curious eyes. "Take..it off. Take the condom off. I want to feel.."
You run your hands up to his inner thighs, then back down to his ass, another slap coming from your right hand. "What, baby? Tell me what you want."
"I..wanna see what it feels like- to, get cr- I want you to cum in me! That's what I want."
You waste no time in pulling off the burdensome latex that you foolishly envy for getting the chance to feel August's walls before you did. "Kinky, I like it." You tease, earning a swat in the chest from August. "I do, baby! I like all of you, and everything you have to offer."
Your hands push August's legs up once more, and you're pushing into him raw. This time, your hips stutter at the mere feeling of his warm, soft walls pulling at your dick. "Fuck, August."
He blushes. That was hot. His abdomen tightens once more, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His dick twitches against his thigh and his fingers dig into your forearms deep enough to leave scratches. "Y/n! I- nngh! aah! - imcuming-!"
You feel the warmth hit your skin, then watch it splatter across August's shirt. Did feeling you raw make him do that? You smash your lips against August's hands cupping his face as you pound your dick against his sensitive walls. You need him, need to feel how his walls pulse and tremble at the aftershocks of his first prostate orgasm. You need to go, go, go. He's so damned perfect. You knew it already, but fuck. Your tongue licks into his mouth, licking at his lips and tongue, swallowing up the continuous whines that he emits.
You twitch inside of his ass, dick threatening to bust off like a shotgun at any moment now. You keep going, keep fucking into August he wants it. You bite down on his bottom lip, pulling it back with your teeth, watching as he looks up at you with glossy and unfocused eyes.
"Gonna cum right inside of you, hear me? Deep in that fucking ass, claim you as mine for-fucking-ever." You bury your face in August's neck, gruffly moaning out nonsensical sentences as you pump him full of ropes of thick, sticky cum.
"Y/n! You're heavy!" August whines, yet again. He carefully brings his shaking legs down onto the bed and wraps his arms around your neck.
You capture his lips in another kiss before carefully pulling out of him, "Push."
"H-huh?"
Gently placing your hand on his lower stomach, you tell him again, "Push, baby."
August doesn't quite think he understands but he does it anyway. His face reddens when an embarrassing puff of ass emits from him, followed by what he can only describe as wetness.
"It's okay. You're just pushing out my cum baby."
"Just for that, I'm never letting you do that again." August covers his face with his hands, rolling onto his stomach to hide from your heavy gaze. "You're ridiculous!"
"But, I'm yours." You shrug, landing another slap to his ass. You tug his hips up and hold him in place before tonguing your way between his legs. "Hold still, baby. I'm far from done with you."
*pops back* Soooo, hey. It's been a minute since I've actually written. We're in defrost mode rn, so my tone and style might be a little all over the place. This piece was noooot proof-read, my ass just typed it all out to get it out. I have some cute shit stewin for August. There isn't a real plot! Just some drabbles that can be read stand-alone or as a cohesive chapter work. Soooo. Yes! This one can be read as a stand-alone and open-ended, but it will have a pretty clear part two (though that one will also be able to be read stand-alone).
First Meetings
5k Words
Tags; first meetings, artist/business owner! reader, muse at first sight, artistic infatuation (?), illness, is it sexual tension or artistic appreciation?, deals/bartering
You blink once at the tall blond man, head tilted back as you stare at bright orange goggle lenses. “…Hi—?”
“YOURE THE ONE!” The blond’s voice booms, and you jolt out of reflex. Your shoulders jump even more as large gloved hands slam down on your shoulders. You might be more on edge if Enjin didn’t have a shiteating grin at your elbow. If you weren’t so taken off guard by the blond in front of you, perhaps you might have deadlegged the one beside you.
Instead, you’re left blinking again at orange lenses. You looked a little dumb, just staring, but the man sprang on you so fast you couldn’t do much more than stare. The goggles were a tease, considering how aesthetically pleasing the rest of his face was (you weren’t blind). You didn’t like not having a whole face to look at, even if you weren’t known for your steady eye contact. His goggles gave him a distinctive half-unfinished feel, like someone had blocked half the Mona Lisa.
But, the Mona Lisa was the Mona Lisa, and likewise, a hot guy with his eyes obscured still made for a pretty hot guy.
You didn’t need to say a word, mostly because the long, blond-haired man rambled on. His voice reverberated through the infirmary. You might have wondered about bedside manners if you weren’t acquainted with Alice Stilza. Volume was not an issue in this infirmary. “I keep hearing about some dude’s stitches, and I kept seeing’em on all my fits — which they’re kinda shit, but they’re hella sturdy! And I had to really get in there to rip out the stitches when I was workin’ on ‘em, so--” A tightening of the hands on your shoulders, “hell yeah!”
That was definitely a little insulting -- or it would be if you had a technique when it came to your sewing. Instead, your lips twitched in pride at his comment about their sturdiness. That was entirely the quality of the thread you harbored in your shop. You did have phenomenally good shit.
“August, let the guy breathe—“ Ah, so Enjin decided you were worth rescuing. It wasn’t a surprise to you that he’d waited until after you’d been grabbed and manhandled to interfere. Asshole.
The name made you focus. August was one of your favorite names, though you’d never met one. What would an August be like?
Apparently someone who’d grab you immediately after meeting you.
Enjin sounded less than half-hearted. He waved a large hand, like August was a dog he could make mind. You doubted it.
You were lax under the gloved hands. Aside from the jolt, you hadn’t reacted much -- no glare, huff, eyebrow twitch. The guy’s volume startled you more than anything. His words might have offended someone else, but not you.
That wasn’t out of tough-skin, mind you. Half the time you stewed over the stupidest, most inane side-comment made your way. But, this was about your sewing (which you didn’t care much about).
He wasn’t wrong. Your work was (again) kinda shit. Plus, you only did those repairs for the Cleaners who stopped by your shop out of…vague moral obligation, some residual grief, and your own general magnanimity. Something about putting good into the universe to one day receive it back -- or that’s what The Trashsweep would have said.
You forced your brain back on track. You really got distracted too easily -- you’d do better if you could smoke indoors. Your head tilted, cutting the blond off before words could fall from his big mouth (it had been open, ready to fly at the handle -- you also noticed it was a pretty mouth, like the rest of him. Nice teeth, pink lips, very expressive.), “So you’re the guy who makes all the equipment?”
A fervent nod that had your own neck aching in sympathy. Your body swayed with it. The big guy still hadn’t relinquished your shoulders. You weren’t even small, though you did lack some balance and general structural integrity. This guy was just sinewy and tall. And, obviously, quite rambunctious.
(‘Rambunctious’ -- god, that old fuck had rubbed off on you more than you wanted to admit.)
“Your designs are sick, but—“ Your eyes are lidded as you mirror back the words, “your material is shit.”
A beat of silence follows August’s deep gasp. You watch the artist for a moment longer. You can’t help but note (again, and twice too many times within the 10 minute span of you seeing him) that he’s pretty -- between the straight, slender nose, defined chin, cut jaw, clear skin, and flowing blond hair. The silence makes heat bead at the back of your neck, and haltingly, you clarify, “That was a joke.“
Enjin coughed beside you, head turned to the side to muffle it. The fuckface had to be laughing.
“Do you really think so?” August curved over you, and not for the first time, you notice how tall the man is. His height allows him to peer over you in the truest meaning of the word, leaning down to hear you better. He smells like acetone, motor oil, and burnt sugar. The smell makes your nose tingle, then twitch in irritation at the tickle.
Enjin has to be taller, but something about August’s lithe frame and much bigger personality makes him seem infinitely taller.
August doesn’t sound offended, at least. You don’t hear it if he is. Your mouth doesn’t open, dark eyes wide on the taller man. Should you respond? Was now the time to respond—? Or was he about to—?
“Because I got like three busts in the past week, not the sexy kind, and I can’t get anything to stick. I tried like a helluva bunch o’ stitches — ladder,” and everything after that you do not understand.
You didn’t know half the stitches you even did with a needle; you were just stubborn and stuck the needle where it felt best. You didn’t even use regular sewing thread — you used embroidery thread, hence how tough your stitching is. You enjoyed embroidery, bloody fingers and loud bitching aside. You used lots of mediums with your projects, and that led you to embroidery more than once. Thick, bold embroidery thread was typically the only thread you had on you. Actual sewing thread wasn’t made for visibility like embroidery thread, and therefore was useless to you.
Not to say you didn’t carry sewing thread in your shop -- you carried everything in that bitch. It was your biggest flex.
(You had a lot of customers say otherwise -- before they’d then see what they were looking for. If the object went missing somewhere in that moment of them finding it, that wasn’t your problem. Inventory was spotty in a place like Pandemonium.)
Anyway -- you really couldn’t fault the guy for calling your stitching technique shit.
You do understand what it feels like to create something, though. You don’t notice Enjin opening his mouth to interrupt, because you settle deep into this conversation. You can talk shop — can talk arts and crafts.
“I recycle spherite clothes for my thread,” You supply, eyes back on orange lenses. “They’re a lot heavier--”
You were going to explain how you recycled clothes into thread, except the last half of your sentence is a chorus. You squint your eyes at the blond. He doesn’t react much, aside from how his smile is only widening.
You tilt your head, a matching smile tilting the corners of your chapped lips, “I can sell some, or trade…”
Because you are a business owner -- magnanimous repairs to stray Cleaners who appear at your shop or not. Your elbow hits Enjin in a light jab when you hear him snort. The asshole was laughing way too fucking much during all of this.
Except the rest of your sales pitch is drowned out by a screech of your name. The voice is as loud as it is grating. A small yip breaks from your lips, and the only thing keeping you from jumping a foot high is those large, gloved hands dwarfing your shoulders still. Not that you minded, but when exactly was August (you remembered his name -- good for you) going to drop his hands?
“Great,” Enjin mutters at your side, sounding as thrilled as you feel. You give a deep sigh and trade glances with him. “Hey, doc!” Enjin was a better man than you for greeting her. You were sufficiently tuckered out from the impromptu meeting with the tall designer in front of you.
Another parrot of your name, though this time from a much more pleasant voice (even if it was almost just as loud). August’s timbre cracks, conveying his shock. You cock a brow as he proceeds, “Like, that guy?”
Okay, well, fuck you, too. Your eyes squint up at him in discernment. You were a generally polite person -- or at least you thought so. You lift a hand in a small wave, almost absentmindedly patting the large gloved hands. “I mean — maybe? Depends. You got beef?” Your tone is light, but Enjin’s hip knocking your side reveals that it falls a little flat.
“August!” Alice Stilza booms, her crow-like eyes honed onto the blond who is still holding your shoulders. He seems to realize it with you, lightly shaking you back and forth. You tense for about a second before slipping back into deadweight and letting it happen. A younger you would have bristled. Luckily for August, he was meeting a much more docile you.
He must enjoy the reaction, because the shaking speeds up just a bit. You easily let yourself rock on your heels. You were too old for this shit.
“Gramma! You didn't tell me you knew the stitches guy!” His head whips to her, and you notice that his nose is perfectly straight. His profile is as aesthetically pleasing as everything else about him, and that just feels inherently unfair. You wonder, briefly, about a deal you could make -- or would that be creepy?
Your lips tug down as you think, but you move on to much more pressing matters.
“Grandma?” You croak. You take a step back and finally break the hold on your shoulders. Your eyes snap between the hawkish woman of your nightmares and August, “He’s your grandson?”
That…actually makes so much sense, you realize. Still, the geriatric scarecrow of a woman can’t be reconciled with the (objectively) attractive blond man in front of you. Attitude-wise, though, that made so, so much sense. August, now that you stared a little harder at him, was just as scarecrow-like -- in a different, pleasantly distracting way. The overalls added to it. He wiggled his fingers at you in what might have been mock demure or purposeful goofiness. You couldn’t tell for sure, and both seemed likely.
You pause.
“Huh,” You huff in light acknowledgment.
“HE IS!” Alice booms. You’d seen her so many times that the volume hardly made you flinch -- the initial scare aside. The sallow-skinned woman swarms down on you. August is forced to take a step farther back. Pale pink, chapped lips pout at the older woman. “Hurry up! Get on the table, idiot.”
You frown, “I didn’t even say I was hurt, or that I was having an attack—“
“Don’t talk back! Sit.”
You couldn’t really argue with that.
Your full lips tug farther from a frown and more into a pout. You slide around August. You head to the med table and hop up to sit on it with a soft oof. Enjin meanders with you, and you idly knock your foot into his knee. The man knocks back as he settles in a lean against the med table by your side.
Really, he had work to do, but you were confident he was dallying with you to avoid it. You’d already done the trade you’d visited for, Alice aside. You suspected the older man was concerned, and that gave your heart an uncomfortable warmth. The warmth traveled in an uncomfortable itch to the back of your neck, making you worry you might get hives. Alice wouldn’t let you leave if you ended up with something like that out of the blue.
At least neither of you were acknowledging his presence. What Enjin succeeded in showing through action, he often failed at in communication.
(You had witnessed, eavesdropped, and been on the receiving end of this many times. One time you almost pissed your pants after two of his hookups bumped into each other at the club -- neither of which knew about the other, both of which Enjin had seen in the past week with the bruises on their necks to match. You had no sympathy, and neither did Bro or Gris. A man was only subject to the consequence of his actions.)
“Gramma! You knew the stitches guy, and ya didnt tell me—!” August was near whining. Your lips twitched. Seems like there was someone who could rival Alice’s volume.
(Part of you wondered if he did it so his grandma might not feel so alone. The original Trashsweep, your mentor, had told you about how Alice became so loud. Her volume wasn’t a choice, and you knew patients often avoided her. You couldn’t fathom that a woman who made it her life’s work to solve a terrible disease didn’t want to help people -- that maybe it was saddening to be avoided when your passion and profession were to help people. God, you couldn’t think too hard on that, or you’d cry.)
“Ya already met!” Alice barked, diving into her pockets to dig out a stethoscope. You know the drill and straighten.
Undoubtedly used to his grandmother’s work, August manages to stay quiet the whole time she listens. He doesn’t make a peep or even move too much as she feels your pulse and counts your bpm like second nature. With your head stuck straight forward while she works, you’re stuck watching August. You can’t see his eyes behind those goggles, but you watch as his body leans to look at you around Alice.
Long, pale blond strands swish as his head starts aimed low and rises -- a once-over. While you knew that from very different contexts, you still registered the body language. Your lips twitch into a small smile. His head cocks (not unlike a dog, you realize), and his hair sways lower.
“Yer kinda—“ August starts, but the end remains a mystery as Alice slams a hand back and into his stomach. The tall man flutters back, hands cradling his gut as he gives a choked puff of air. “Gramma!”
“Don’t interrupt me when I’m workin', brat,” Alice barks out, though she’s putting her stethoscope away. Her beady eyes turn to you, “You’re as shitty as always.”
Well, can’t argue with that. You huff even as you smile, thoroughly unbothered by the verdict as your feet sway gently in the air. All you offer her is a polite (because you are well aware of how anal Alice is about respect), “Sorry, ma’am. I’ve laid off on the smokes, mostly.”
August’s body tilts to one side at your words, like a melting clay figure. You tilt your own head at him, mirroring his earlier action. Instead of being rewarded with an answer, he only smiles wider and tilts farther. The pose makes him looked prep to fall. You fight the urge to tilt even more to see if he will. Enjin puffs a breath beside you.
Alice moves to the medicine cabinet for what you know to be your inhaler and supplements. You make a point to open your mouth before August can, “Was he here during one of my visits?”
It made sense — especially if it was a long time ago. Your first few visits to Alice were foggy. You learned that treating asthma down on The Ground was trial and error. Your first few visits were painted in a haze of low oxygen levels and lethargy.
August let out a low “oooooh”. The blond was listening, then. Neither of you had deviated from your weird, tilting game of chicken. You really wish you had some eye coverage of your own, because the staredown with August’s goggles feels unfair.
Alice huffs, “Somethin’ like that. You were both kids.”
That seemed to be that, then. You hum at August, “Well, guess neither of us remembers that, huh? It’s nice meeting you, though — again, I guess.”
Pleasantries. You didn’t have a reason not to be polite. Not that you needed one to be mean, either, historically speaking. You ignore Enjin’s mocking coo at your side. You knock your boot a little harder into the side of his leg.
August, however, is staring at you. Or, you assume he is, at least. The goggles kept fucking with how you were reading his whole -- vibe. Eyes were the window to the soul and whatnot. Luckily, like with the once-over, August seems to choreograph his movements to an obvious degree. His body angles to bend forward and a fraction closer to you, like you were an ant rather than a person, “But I’d remember you! Your face,” A gloved hand makes a vague gesture to you, “ And the rest of it, too. You’ve got a vibe!”
‘Rest of it’ is vague. On one hand, you have half a mind to think maybe this guy might be hitting on you. He just doesn’t really seem the type, frankly (with his energy, you really can't tell if it's personal appreciation or just enthusiasm as a whole). You know what it feels like to get hit on, versus a general compliment. If this guy was a designer, an artist, you suspected it was the latter.
(Also, because you understand exactly what he’s saying. He had a vibe, too. Logically, you couldn’t really imagine forgetting someone this fucking loud either. Yet, the world works in mysterious ways, and minds are fickle. You know all about that. You let the skepticism go easily.)
All you can do is shrug with slightly warm cheeks (because it was flattering, especially considering it was a two-way street), “I used to dye my hair a lot, and my attitude was pretty shit back when I was younger. ‘Specially when I had to visit the doctor. Probably for the best we didn’t really meet. I’d’ve pulled your pigtails.”
Your words are lazy. Was it flirting? Maybe a little. In that odd, roundabout way that took most people a minute. The messy train of thought was as follows: boys bully girls they like — pulling pigtails — you were mean and a terror and would have given him hell. Despite your odd flirting, you don’t look much like you said anything out of the ordinary. There’s no bashfulness or awkwardness on your face as you sit there on the med-table, feet kicking lightly.
August’s head dips to the side sharply, like a dog hearing a whistle at a frequency too high for human ears. Pearly whites appeared in a stunned, pleased grin. You got the distinct impression that he understood the tangled compliment. The red tint to his ears might have given him away.
Your smile is downright smug.
…
Eventually, you made it out of the infirmary. Enjin seemed much more interested in August trailing you two out than you did. You hardly glance back at the (literally) lumbering man. He’d apparently decided it was vital to hold his arms out in front of him — you don’t know if it was to grab at either of you or simply for the fuck of it all.
“I’m out,” you drawl, voice flatter than the pleasantry in the infirmary.
“Aww, that’s a lie,” Enjin coos in that particular tone — the one that had panties on the floor or hands meeting his cheek with violent passion. His words are aimed at you, but his eyes are on August. You don’t glance behind you.
“On my momma.”
“Your momma?” You ignore the hoarse voice behind you.
You’d said your piece to the designer. You’d also talked to a lot of people today, had more than your fair share of auditory stimulation, and not a drop of alcohol for any of it. (Yet.)
“You hate your momma,” Enjin wags a finger at you, then back at August, “they’re lyin’.”
“Not lyin’,” you correct, slowly maneuvering to the writing on the wall. You were trash at navigating this godforsaken building. Enjin’s no help, as usual. He liked to watch you get lost before stepping in. “I’m gonna get home, drink some wine, and read —“
“So sophisticated.” The word is purposefully broken down in mocking cadence -- so-phis-ti-cated.
You turn on your heel to give Enjin a flat look, but your eyes only meet the stitch of overalls and a snug white shirt pulling over pale, lean muscle. From your lower peripheral, you could almost make out the bottom of the white shirt. Loose overalls peeped at the shirt’s cropped edge.
Oh.
Looks like August had moseyed up quite close behind you.
Huh, your head slowly tips back to meet orange goggles. Your brows furrow and create a wrinkle between your brows. “You know, I typically charge people if they’re getting that close to me from behind — and I’m a lot drunker. Can I help you?”
“Oh, this is good,” and a wheeze from behind August (who looks like Christmas came early, which is somewhat alarming) has you trying to lean around the man to glare at Enjin. God, you had been lying about being done for the day at HQ, but now you aren’t so sure. Going home to your dust scented shop and bed was sounding better and better. And wine.
(Truly, it was more like moonshine. You traded with someone once — a favor from you for their booze recipe. Your shit memory and wonderful knack for finding dark, cool places often left things steeping for far longer than the recommended amount.)
“Yes!”
You pause. Well, at least the guy had honesty going for him. You don’t interrupt.
“I wanna trade — you said that was part of it! Gimme some of that sick ass thread and—“ he drew out the last word, hands up a he waved them in a general whatever motion, “I’ll make you a rig!”
You already have a rig. One you designed yourself, so it wasn’t the best, but still. It wasn’t like you went to no-man’s land a lot, but you aren’t shocked he assumed. You do have ‘giver eyes’. He probably thinks that shit’s up your street.
Still, you aren’t against it. There isn’t a whole bunch you’d say no to in terms of deals, so long as something was being offered. Plus, if he gave you a better designed one with your stellar materials, then you could just sell your shit one that you’d made yourself. You’d be up a business deal and down a few asthma attacks.
Speaking of — you stare (dumbly, you’re sure) as a gloved hand shakes your prescription bag. Not hard, but enough to rattle the contents. This little shit fucking pickpocketed you — what the fuck?
(You couldn’t quite reconcile that this guy’s Alice’s grandkid. Alice, who’s such a stickler for respect, didn’t seem the type to let such behavior slide. You’re confident he got his ass popped black, blue, and red all over when he was kid.)
When you snatch it back, he doesn’t fight you. He does talk.
“You got asthma, so that’d be hella helpful! And my rigs’re the best. Plus, you gotta be kickin’ some ass if you got those eyes, or if you’re just--” Another vague wave of his long arms, and now you’re starting to think it’s a physical attempt to look for the right words, “there, on the scene, it’d help! I haven’t made you a rig, or I’d know ya, and I don’t, yo!”
You’re preoccupied staring him down as he yaps like he’s getting paid for it. That deal you thought of earlier, the one you didn’t even let yourself think on too deeply, comes to mind. Would it be creepy? Your eyes squint harder as you try to decide, and unbeknownst to you, it looks a lot like you’re glaring August down to an early grave.
“August, I think you’re about to get your ass beat if you don’t shut up, dude,” Enjin (as the afternoon had gone) interrupts only when it seems absolutely necessary. August’s mouth snaps shut after a few more words you don’t register, and from your proximity, you hear the click of his teeth.
“I’m not gonna beat his ass,” You argue, not even trying to look around August to Enjin anymore.
No, because you’re busy staring August down, which does not reaffirm your statement in the least. You take the time to look at the designer closely, and now that you’ve caught on that you look pissy, you do derive some pleasure from the fact it might be a little nervewracking.
Except August doesn’t seem even a little bit on edge. He looks as dialed up to 12 as you do sometimes.
He’s tall, yes. His shoulders are broad, but not anything like a linebacker. He’s lean, but you see how the sleeves of his shirt hug his biceps. Muscles and tendons move under pale skin -- the kind workers have and genetics give, not the kind from fighting. He gave the vibe of someone with freckles, and you’re vindicated when you see the faintest dusting of them. Less clusters and more like distant constellations. He’d likely have more if The Ground got more clear sunshine, you realize. Your eyes rove up toned arms to a slender, equally toned neck. The choker all cleaners have sits snug at his throat, and you find that distracting and a great source of contrast.
His face is already angled down to you. His heavy, thick blond hair is a curtain that shades his elfish face. Elfish isn’t quite right though, because his features aren’t as sharp as you thought. His jaw is a little more square. His brows are thick and straight.
Your eyes meet orange lenses again, and you can now make out the shape of heavy lidded eyes. Unfortunately, that is what makes your brain stem burn -- your ears, the back of your neck, and the courage you had shrivels up like a grape under the sun.
Because his eyes are the sharpest about him. They’re unmoving on you, watchful, and you can’t even hold eye contact long enough to try to see if you can tell what the look in his eyes is. Focused and unbothered, likely.
“Well, maybe they don’t want to beat your ass. That face isn’t really saying I want to beat your ass, more like—”
“Shut the fuck up,” You absolutely bulldoze over Enjin, but your voice cracks. You thought the situation couldn’t get worse. You stand corrected. Your face is stinging with heat, traveling from the apples of your cheeks to your throat to disappear under the collar of your shirt.
Now, apparently, it’s your turn to ramble, as you devoutly move your eyes around the room but not on August. You’d always been good at eye contact to listen, but you evaded it like a bandit when you were being listened to. “I’m not going to beat your ass. Yes, we can trade, and, I mean,” Your eyes squint, like obscuring your vision is a haze of dark lashes might make glancing at August easier.
But your deal shrivels up again, because no, people do not ask strangers to model for them. That’s weird. That would be creepy, and it’d be weird because he’s doing it for thread -- You deflate with a sigh.
(You miss how August leans with your sigh, eyes even more intent than before.)
“A rig is fine. You can stop by for some thread next week, or Enjin can grab it from me. 10 spools. Deal?”
“Mm,” August’s lack of immediate agreement is noticed, and your eyes automatically move to him. He’s back too peering, careened over you. You do not back up into the wall out of sheer hatred for cliches. “What were you gonna say? Because you totally had a look on yer face, and I get that look! So,” the ‘o’ is drawn out, his eyes on yours, “What’s up, babe?”
(If you’d seen behind August, you would have seen the absolute enraptured expression on Enjin’s face. The man looked one more word away from putting his hands over his mouth. You’d seen elderly women less interested in what tea was goin’ on. Absolute shithead -- he’d always been an awful fucking gossip. You’d argue if anyone said you were worse.)
Oh. Oh.
A beat passes. You might have spoken if you weren’t factory resetting.
(You called people ‘babe’. Other people called you ‘babe’. You were not mentally prepared for that word making an appearance after your mortification and from the subject of said mortification.)
August seems to take that as a sign to keep going, “‘Cause I get that face when I wanna draw somethin’, or like I see somethin’ really--” He only waves one hand this time, faint, and a breeze wafts your hair, “Hot, or tight, or just nice. So you totally have somethin’ you want from me, yo!”
You had snapped a hand up in a universal ‘stop’ motion after hot, but he didn’t notice. The ‘yo!’ rings in the hall.
You’d always had a problem with getting called chicken. You never backed down if people clocked your shit outright. And, well -- he noticed. So maybe asking wouldn’t be weird?
You’re entirely ready to weigh the pros and cons of falling to your base desire as an artist, but then you see his eyes again. August looks patient, really, head cocked with platinum blond strands almost creating a privacy curtain and those lidded eyes not moving from your face.
(“This shit is getting so good,” Enjin mutters from a distance, slowly working a hand to his choker. Semiu would eat this shit up.)
It’s his eyes that make you blurt out, “I want you to model for me.”
There’s maybe half a second of silence after your words, then --
syn: august has kinky desires hes not sure you'd accept. but then again, he can't remember the last time you ever judged him. [TDLR; f!reader pegs him while activating her jinki ]
tags: pegging, orgy, spitroasting, cunnilingus fem!recieving, cream pie, rough play, deep-throating, throat-fucking, face-fucking, voyeurism, masturbation, sex tape, inappropriate use of jinki, established relationship, reader is implied to be black, ts is actually rlly cute n sexy, faintly proofread
an: august stilza pegging...
You and August have been dating for a few years now. And with any steady relationship, you were growing into the mundane, enjoying life with each other as company. Your relationship was a far cry from when you first got together, as both of you were rambunctious scum who respected nothing but good peeps and good vibes. But you've begun to shimmer down now, still as wild and persuasive as a firecracker, but not as much as before.
Your daily routine has been set.
With this came soft insecurity from the blond. Maybe he was boring you? Or was he overwhelming you? Slowly, he felt subtle shame overtake his wild desires.
You'd wake up next to him (he who drools and snores). Then push through a mess of fabric and markers, and eat breakfast with him before you both part to your respective jobs. Then, you return, hang out with friends, and work in August's room while he jams. All before ending the night in his warm arms.
You two lived very independent lives. But he was always your joy. Being enveloped in his slanky, clingy body was the thing you looked forward to most. A constant you're confident will never change.
So imagine your surprise when August opens up to you about a hidden desire. One set to knock the dust off the shelves.
Here you are, laying down in August's messy room, wearing pajama shorts and a braless tank top. You tended to your jinki on his bed, of which was a mirror, with your back turned to him. As behind you, August blasted his rock music, as he finished up some quick touches to his work. He hopped and stitched with a fury, his loud voice pattling on and on and on.
You paid it no mind, it was like second nature at this point, as you cleaned and held your jinki, whispering your daily positive affirmations into it– and subsequently you– as you stated into your reflection in the hand held mirror. Honestly it was a miracle you somehow found a clean spot between his laundry, markers, and sketch books to lay down on.
Suddenly, the music comes to a halt, as August jumps up, his rolling chair flying, and with it he holds up a giant Cleaner's coat.
You turn eagerly, grinning at him, “Oou’ good job bae!” you clap. “Another banger from the greatest.”
“Taadah!” He shouts.
Even the pajamas you wore right now were made by August. He dressed you in everything, every style. As if you were his little doll; and the extra care made your Jinki stronger.
He turns it to you, his smile beaming. “Ohoho! Choir's spoken,” he sticks his tongue out provocatively, laying the coat down on his desk. “Follo better kick straight ass in this thing! It’s fawkin’ boomb!” He screeches sing-songly, hopping up and down. “Howdya like it! Gotta tell me again,” he begs, leaning down to you, getting eye level.
Your eyes meet, and you watch as his pretty eyes trail down to your lips, distracted to a word you're saying. “Mh'hehe, you already know I love it. The stitch work is sooo sexy… I wonder who made it…” You bite your lip, twirling hair between your fingers. “I'd give a guy like that my contact,” you reach and drag your hand down his chest, perversely giggling.
“Mh’ well I better hide this guy from you,” The poor coat is long forgotten, as August sets passionate sights on you, each hand of his caging you down to the bed, his breath heavy, body looming over you. “I'm the jealous type,” and in seconds, he wraps wild hands around you, “Kaah!” And smothers you into the bed.
“Fu– Auggie!” You squealed as he attacks your neck with kisses.
“All mine- All mine all mine!” He fights, crawling under the covers with you, only to slap his thick, heavy leg over yours, straddling your body as he cups your head.
“Auggie!” You fight beneath him, going to squirm onto your knees, now kneeling on the sheets as you reach for the head board.
“Nooo!” He mounts behind you, his hips flushed to your ass, each of those strong, big hands on your hips.
You gasp, “Oh my-” the touch sending signals to your brain.
He, for once, is oblivious, simply sighing and groaning as he slumps over you, wrapping arms around your waist and resting his chin against your neck. “Oohh I missed you,” he whines, taking a deep sniff.
“Euh– Auggie,” and there goes your libido, as he sniffs playfully like a dog.
“Oh I missed-missed-missed you,” he murmurs.
“Noooo!”
“Unt-unt, call your taxi.”
“You're going to bed, aug” you lean up a little, supporting all of his doggish weight as you reach behind and tug on his goggles.
“Nooo– noooo,” August whines, throwing himself yet again onto you, as you two slip back into the mattress. You're laid flat against the sheets. He rises off you, now straddling your legs in this position, his hands separating. On to drag seductively down your back, and the other to give your ass a nonflattering squeeze.
Your face burns hot, softly gazing back at him.
You couldn't remember the last time you two had sex.
Your heart flutters.
You catch wind of his face, its glossy with desire, as his hands fall back to his sides, staring at you with hunger. You slip your legs from underneath him, slowly, and tantalizingly rising upright. You turn to face him, running hands down your breasts and sides, cracking your legs open with a bowed arch.
But then,
He pants like a dog, licking his bottom lip, shifting where he sat.
Oddly….
August looks away, a shy hand gripping his neck. He stares at the messy floor, his warm cheeks seeming to pale.
Your legs shut, face red.
“Kotik,” August calls out to you, a tender pet name, his tone soft and low. He looks to the space between you and him, his face growing redder by the second.
Your worry dissipates, suddenly a hunger springs you into action.
You know that look!
You spring forward, grabbing him by the shoulders, shaking him. “What is it! What is it! Oooh! You want something real dirty today huh, bae,” you bark. “You ‘barrassed?”
His blush only worsens. “Hold ont–”
It's your turn to handle him, as you pin him down, pulling his goggles off, sneaking those gloves off with it. He shudders, biting his lip hard.
“What's it, bae?” You giggled, as you made quick work of his lanyard and headphones.
“Well… You know… Yesterday night you were touching up on my ass,” He barks.
“Yes, and did,” you mutter as you unzip his jumper, and he aids you with getting the straps off his shoulders.
“Sooo…. After that… I went to the bathroom and cleaned up down there… But when I came back, you went to bed!” He barks. You gasp, face burning red, you unclasp his belt now, getting a good view of the half hard horse in his pants.
You're aching with anticipation. “Oh! I'm sorry, auggie! Didn't mean tooo…”
He huffs, “Got me all worked up for nothing!”
You laugh and climb off him, he snickers with you, and pulls off the rest of his jumper, leaving him in his boxers and t-shirt. “‘M sorry love,” you whine, pecking his cheek as he lands back in bed.
He giggles with you, stealing your lips in a loving, hearty smack. You sigh pleasantly, running your hands through his blond curls. He grabs the end of your t-shirt, pulling it over your head and springing your titties free. His greedy hands immediately grope them up, groaning out, “Ooh yeah,” he bites his lips. “My pretty thangs’.”
You chuckled, staring deep into his eyes as you drew your tongue over your teeth. And with a drawl, you whine out, “Augusttt…”
“Ough! Ah! I'm hard!” He screams.
“Shhppft– August!” You cackled, pushing him right back down to the bed. “Youre so stupid,” you laugh, wiping stray tears from your eyes. “Wanna make me wet or make me laugh? Pick one.”
“Mehh- Both, kotik.” He suddenly claps his hands. “Baby- Baby- baby!”
“Yes,” you mumble, half listening as you pull up his shirt, lulling out your tongue and drawing a stripe up his snail trail.
“Wh– Wait I– I want to,” he stammers, clamming up.
You halt, eyebrows folding in concern.
“Oh I just… Want to– Okay. Today… Let's play in my ass today- Kay? If you–”
“I want to.”
“Right! Settles that! Just this… Weeeell this next part I…”
“Baby you know I wont judge you.”
“Right!”
“Alright then get it out already, aug!”
“Fuck! Need'ya to use your jinki on me. Strap me down with your clones! Don’ care no’ moa!”
You burst with a guffaw, “Whaaat?”
“Fuck, pupsik! Need it rough-rough-rough! Treat me like scum!” he's screaming at the top of his lungs, pulling at his blonde strands as if it'll be the death of him. “Break me like the trash beasts you fight! I'm fien’ing for it! Baaabe!”
Your ears are ringing by the time he finishes his confession. He pants, with a red face and a sweaty forehead, humiliation plaguing the air surrounding him. He gulps, his brows pursed in distress.
“Damn, bae. You're hungry.” You gasp, giggling a little.
He slaps embarrassed hands over his face.
“Is it because of that beast the raiders dropped here? Seeing me fight it got you all worked up huh?” Your hands slip to palm his massive cock, and he moans out, bucking into the touch. He hardens steadily underneath your warm touch, it's an addictive feeling.
“So you want me to–Rough you up bae?”
“Rough you up bae?”
August is hearing you double, with that alone, he knows his wish is fulfilled. He jumps with a start, popping his eyes out to the world. And before him you duplicate into two clones, your Jinki, the handheld mirror, in hand.
He gasps, clutching nervous hands over his body. “Oh my!” He barks, clamping his legs closed.
You and your duplicate split into two more clones, totaling four perfect mirrors of you all couched around him like he's prey. He's lost track of the original, his eyes flickering from that crazed look in their eyes to the four sets of breasts circling around him. If he was half-hard before, he now stands totally erect. His heavy cock comes to stand but its weight forces it to lean a little.
“I'm so horny,” he shouts, all before the four of you spring into action. The first clone rips the shirt off him, the second ripping his boxers off like they meant nothing. “Waah-ha!” August squeaks. Once the clothes are off, the second pulls him to the edge of the bed by his arms. The duplicate picks him up by his shoulders, locking them both so he couldn't reach. Your other two each grab a thigh of his, forcing his legs up and holding them suspended in the air.
“Wah– aah!” He cries suddenly, his pretty cock leaking all over itself. You help the poor heavy thing and push it up against his belly, how it slaps tantalizingly.
You want to ride him so bad.
With a single glare at your duplicates, the plan changes.
“Who-whoaa,” August is pulled off the bed, his steps clumsy before he's thrusted back onto it, only this time, his feet face the end of the bed. Your duplicate grabs him by the ankles, pulling him all the way down until his ass meets her hips. The second duplicate grabs his wrists, collecting them as she straddles his face, wet fussy hovering over his sights.
“Fuck! Fuck!” August bucks up into nothing, his tongue comes flying out. Without warning, he buries his face into it. Forcing you to moan and arch forward.
You clamor into the draw you were fishing in, trying to retrieve the strap and lube. “Ah– fuck Auggie wait,” you call out, but he’s relentless on your duplicates clit. Your jinki sends all sensations straight to your main body. You lean forward against the drawer, eye lids falling as your moans fly out from you four, each to their own unique sound.
“So horny– so horny!” August barks like a wild man
“Urgh– get him.” You mutter.
Your duplicate rises up off him, despite this, he nearly breaks his head flying to keep your pussy. Unfortunately for him, your spare duplicate, the third, comes rushing in, gripping his hair by the root in chunks. “Augffuck-! No fair!” He whines. You pull harder, forcing his head back onto the bed.
You giggled as you slipped the strap on over your panties, your thick cock ready for use. You walked over to your little scene, giggling as you swapped out with yourself, now standing in between his legs. They wrap around you with a passion.
“So you're the original, huh!” He barks.
“Wouldn't wanna miss this bussy for the world,” you purr.
“Byahaa–! Bussy!” He cracks up.
“Alright boy, relax,” your duplicate calls, rolling her eyes.
The final duplicate slots into place, straddling August, her back touching your breasts, hole rubbing against the tip of his cock. You moan, head fogging up.
“Kotik!” August barks ferally, “Get the camera!”
Your spare duplicate releases his hair, and in an instant, his mouth flies straight to your clitoris, slurping up your folds, dragging and flicking his tongue over your clit like it was his life line.
All of the varying stimuli was flooding in.
Your spare duplicate drops to his desk chair, sitting contently with the camerastimulationsecording the scene from the desk. Her legs cracked open, hands flying to touch herself to this.
All at once you were receiving, masturbating, and now, your other duplicate sinks into August, taking all of his girth deep, bottoming out as his tip kissed your cervix.
You gasped out, eyes flying behind your lashes, as you gripped his thighs intensely. Lost in the sauce, your lubed cock met his lubed hole, slipping right in with no effort. His walls were soft and gummy, a clear sign he must have been playing in here mere minutes after dinner.
Was that why he left early and ate nothing?
You bottomed out inside him, your plastic tip rubbing up against his prostate, as you all started a fervent pace.
Firstly, your duplicate sat all the way down on August's greedy face, his hands flying to your thighs for purchase. Secondly, your duplicate began to ride him, fucking down into his thickness with a passion. His hot girth stretched your hymen out sore, pressing all against your swollen clitorus. Thirdly, your spare plunged sweaty, hot fingers into her pussy, palm slapping against her slit for every fuck, breathing heavy, so sure the footage would be too shaky.
All of this merged into one on your real body, as your legs buckled and shook per every thrust. You were so loud, you were sure of it, and on top of that, for once August was quiet.
His mewls were drowned out by your wetness, but they echoed their loud vibrations into your body. For every gasp or lick, a wanton whine would fall out of him, “mmhfa-!! aaugh! ahh,” moaning as if he had gone to heaven.
His ass was fucked fervently, your thrusts hard ans frantic, frantic as if you had a score to settle. A point to prove. Maybe it was payback for all the times he fucked your backdoor silly, all the times he acted like a rapid animal. And boy did his body love it.
His back arched off the bed, only for you to shove it back down, and forcing his legs to fly and twitch. His toes clenched and released, body curling up and spasming in overstimulation. His grip on your thighs were tight, nails buried into your flesh, claw marks trailing.
It got to a point so intense that the blond dropped his head, mind losing all senses but to moan and cry out. “Fuuuh– augk!! Mmhah!” He sobbed, his hips starting to fly, spamming thrusts up into your hot pussy, and at the same time, fucking himself against your strap.
Your duplicate straddling his face moves, now fucking her clit against his nose, his tongue, uselessly tired, stuck out and taking the relentless face-fuck. You could feel his cock pulse and twitch, his walls gripping your strap with every desire to milk it.
You grip his hips hard, spotting him as you match his thrusts upwards, hitting him with passion.
“Gonna cum–!!” You shout, oddly enough, you swore you said it. But instead, the voice echoed from behind the camera. Your mind was running stupid, and subsequently, your thrusts too.
With a final thrust, ecstasy overtakes you, “Uhhn–gh!” Your body clams up, sparks flying as all four of you orgasm at the same time. Sending a heavy, thick blanket over you. Too engrossed in your own, you miss how thick, endless ropes spray all in your walls, stuffing you full with a milky cream pie, as it spurts out of your tightness.
You can’t keep up with it anymore, struggling to overcome your high, your duplicates fade one by one. The first to go was the one straddling August's face. He gasps for air, his loud pants and whines take up, “guuhhg– aaahh!! nghhh.” Sweat dribbles down his body.
The second, was the one holding the camera, poor thing too fucked out to remember to turn it off, left it running, fliming them even still.
The final was the one wrapped around his pretty cock. And once she disappeared, her cream pie came bursting out of your pussy, making a thick, wet mess in your underwear.
“Ffuuc– aahh,” you groan out, knees locking. Your weight begins to sway, but August catches you, his thick, muscular legs catch around your waist and pull you forward, slumping your body onto his belly. The strap is forced into one final thrust, one that catches him off guard, seed spilling at the sensation.
“Mmhffg,” he whines, toes clenching.
He looks down, suddenly aware of how sticky and sweaty he is everywhere, feeling disgusting from fluids. “ko–kotik,” he croaks with a sore voice. He gazes at you, and to no surprise you're out cold, drool dribbling from your lips.
His stomach cramps around your strap. He whines again, “pupsiiii.” Still no budge.
The support sighs, spreading his legs out wide and loosening around you, he hoists himself up, walls twitching in sensitively as he backs off sweet and slow, his cock spilling from the sensation. He flops awkwardly back against the bed when he's finally free from being beneath you and your strap, but he quickly remembers he can't leave you there.
“Damn, kotik!! We went too hard,” he shouts, pulling regretfully at his hair.
Now that the ecstacy has faded, his nose, lips, and lower back is bruised, while his calves and shoulders ache with fury. He nudges you again, and finally, you look to come to.
“Pupsi--pupsi,” he calls, petting your head.
“Mmffhh- augh,” you groan.
He beckons you sweetly, “pupsi c’mere.”
You meekly rise, body tingling. You crawl forward, with his hands wrapped tightly underneath your shoulders, hoisting you up straight into his arms.
But laying on your side is not a good idea either, “owwuh!! auggie!”
He quickly discovers that sitting on his ass directly was not a good idea– “Faah!” And so, he fervently lays you on your side.
So the both of you are left sleeping ass up tonight.
The lamp shuts off, covers pulled up over you both, laid bellies down, still just as sweaty and disgusting as before. You giggle to each other underneath the covers like grimy school children.
“snrrk– pfehehe.. night– hehe– nighttt,” August giggles.
“Pfftttt– g’night, auggie.”
Safe to say, you weren't any help on your next shift. Poor August had to deal with teasing from Semiu all day. She's too much of an expert to miss his peculiar nose bruise.
And even more so, the two of you weren't expecting a round two so soon.
A little under a week from the last vacation, you decided you needed a little more.
After bewitching August, you got him just how you wanted.
The blond was curled provocatively on the bed. He was naked, pretty pink skin flush and pale, complimenting the long pale hair that flowed down his back. He was laid on his side, propped up with his right elbow. His legs curled up and out of the way from his ass. His calves lent off the bed, back of his ankles wrapped around your legs; as either you or your clone stood against him with a strap on, rubbing your cock against his slicked hole.
And in front of him was another you, this one pet and held his head, bringing your cock towards his hot mouth.
“suck it Auggie,” you whisper. He shivers all over. “c'mon pretty boy…”
He was pulled to the edge in a way that his ass was lined off the edge to meet your strap, and his head was lined up to the other edge so his lips could meet you without picking up his head.
He parts his lips softly, pulling the strap to his mouth, lips curling around the thick plastic. “mmffghh,” he stares up with sweet, glossy eyes, his hard cock leaking everywhere. Your hands pulled hair away from his face, holding in it serene chunks as you thrusted slowly into his throat. He moans around the plastic, gripping the bedsheets with a trembling form.
He feels your other strap plunge inside him, nice and slow, and he chokes a little, gasping before calming, releasing a struggling breath out of his nose. You push in at the same time, bottoming out in his mouth and ass in unison.
August feels the penetration, a long thick cock in his throat and another in his ass, his ass flutters around it, dick twitching, eyes briefly rolling back.
And in unison, you both pull tantalizingly out, serene and slow. His walls tug, toes clenching vice. His eyes pop open, pleading up at you. The dangerous stare reads, “hurry. Or i might blow.”
In an instant, you pick up to a crushing speed, no longer in unison, your face fucking times itself opposite to your pegging, so just as one fucks out, the other plunges in.
August chokes and whines, beginning to squirm just as he always does, you restrain his little head, placing a tender palm on his shoulder, the other a fire grip on his hip. His back arches, his loudly sensitive body twitching everywhere it can, thick moans muffled disgustingly, “chhukknn--mmhhcch–mmffh,” he wantons, losing his mind.
You fill his throat full, he feels his muscles stretch and release over and over, your tip head bumping his throat in places nothing should ever stimulate. His whole body shudders, pressure blinding him with overstimulated tears. Just as his throat is released, his ass gets stuffed. Your thrusts are smacking, thick and hard, his ass claps loudly around you, welcoming and erotic, pulling and tugging around your plastic, stretching his ass tart and ramming straight against his prostate.
Fire sparks up his ass, tickling his poor stomach, igniting jolts up his brain and straight to his fucked out brain. You slip right out of him completely, and he coughs and coaks, his mind planting back on the ground after his endless bliss. Your thrusts even come to an annoyingly slow place, suffocating his budding rise to orgasm.
He whines, “S-stopp! What givvess,” he's frustrated, thick blonde brows furrowed heavy over his eyes. “C’moon, I need m-more,” the wild man fucks himself down onto your strap, walls greedy and welcoming.
You giggled, running your free tip against his mouth. “Give me a proper suck.” You slam hard into him once, his hold body jolts with urgency.
“Uhhffg!” August cries, taking a sloppy hand to grab your base. You pull out of his sweet ass, and the blonde rolls onto his back, leaning the back of his head off the bed, blonde strands tickling against your leg. He rolls his tongue out, staring with an erotic glare. He runs a seductive hand down his chest, reaching straight for his own cock, giving it a loving squeeze.
“Like this kotik,” he pulls a stripe up the tip.
“Fuckk… Upside down wit' it?” You guffaw.
He hums and chuckles. “Watch me, dollface,” August snickers. He pulls you into his mouth, sucking beautifully around the tip, slurping it securely. He pumps his hand down the rest of his shaft as he takes more in, fisting you as if it were real.
“Mmfuck,” you moan. It was lewd, looking at his precarious position, sprawled out all sexy, his soft pale skin glowing in the dim lamp light, and the erotic sight that was the imprint of your cock against the skin of his throat.
Your pussy was dribbling all in your panties, a nasty wet mess that August could smell and see.
“Good boy,” you moan, rewarding him with your other strap finding his sweet ass again.
You slide in slowly, but you quickly don’t keep the pace. Your hips come cracking down on him, slamming him hard enough to fuck his mouth down on your other strap.
He makes a muffled squeak, wrapping tight, thick legs around your body, ankles bowed like a ballerina, his back arching off the bed.
The pretty blonde can only grip onto your thigh as you dicked him into oblivion, blood rushing to his head even quicker from sucking you upside-down. His free hand goes and tug at his tip, all before succumbing and beating his shit hard, hard enough for a slick slapping, that wasn't his ass, to milk the air.
His walls pulsed and fluttered around you, his choking grower ever more common– he was going to come.
With one final shocking thrust, August sprays into the air, shooting waves of ropes up onto himself until his belly is coated in a thick, milky snow.
You pull out of his throat quickly, catching the end chokes and wails as he rides his high, “mmchaah– aughhchh– aahh!” And boy, is your boyfriend loud, still gripping and loving on his cock until the end.
When you pull out he gives himself the last tug, before picking his head up and flopping out on the bed. “Fahh– auhh… k-kotikk,” he whines, his breaths heavy.
“Fuckk I wish I recorded that,” you cry to yourself relinquishing your clone and crawling into bed.
He notices quickly, “fhh– the clone,” his voice is hoarse, “the real you waz'h tha…” he gulps.
You giggle, patting his tired little chest, “mmhm I was fucking your throat, baby.”
He clenches his eyes tight, “sooo hottt…” And with that, his lazy little cock stands up again.
You giggle, laying next to him, laying your head against his shoulder, your forehead resting against his neck. You reach down his body and grab his dick, collecting his cum all on your fingers and pump him lazily.
“Mmhm, think so?” You mumble sweetly.
He starts to fuck up into your hand, his breath heavy, “mm'yea-shh,” he mumbles. “tiredd…”
You drop his cock, he whines and bucks forward. “go to sleep, bae,” you whisper.
“Nooo– wait gotta blow this load firstttt,” he mumbles. “Just hold mee,” he whines pathetically.
You grab his cock again, “show me how you fuck me.” Your grip is firm.
“ohh-fuck yeah,” he slams lazy, stuttering hips into your palm, biting down on his lip hard. He's not nearly as fast as he is when he's normally fucking you, showing his fatigue. But he too had a point to prove, he needed to be dumbed down, reduced to mess by you.
And with a few more sluggish pumps, “yu–yess ahh…” he cries quietly into the air, shivering harshly. Barely anything shot out of him, the poor soul. So he groaned on nothing into the air, until his body came back down into the plush sheets.
“You're so sexy, auggie,” you purr.
He giggles, beginning to shift.
“Hold up! Let me clean you up– I'm not getting these sheets dirty again!”
Summary: You and August—both hate eachother, so why are you two kissing in his locked workplace!?
Warnings: MDI, NSFW content, f!reader, fingering, raw intercourse, oral(f receiving), enemies to lovers(kinda), degradation(?) and lots of teasing.
Characters: August Stilza.
A/N: Thank you for the request love.
From the start, you and August Stilza clash in a way that’s immediate and impossible to ignore.
August is chaotic, loud, and territorial over his workspace to a fault. He hates inefficiency, hates rules, and especially hates people who question his methods.
You, on the other hand, are competent in your own right—confident, quick-thinking, and absolutely unwilling to back down when he talks down to you.
Every interaction turns into a verbal sparring match—clipped remarks, biting sarcasm, eyes narrowing every time the other speaks. It’s not loud anger. It’s worse. Controlled. Coiled. The kind that makes Enjin visibly tired the second the two of you enter the same room.
The others notice it too. Rudo clocks the tension immediately. Zanka makes jokes about “relationship tension” just to get a reaction. August snaps at him. You tell him to mind his business. That only makes it worse.
The arguing is constant. Not explosive—just sharp enough to grind everyone’s nerves down.
So Enjin does what Enjin does best.
He locks you in August’s workplace. August realizes it first.
The door doesn’t budge when he tries it. He checks the mechanism, jaw tight, irritation flashing across his face. You hear Enjin’s footsteps retreating, followed by his maddeningly calm voice telling you both to “figure it out.”
August exhales sharply through his nose.
“Unbelievable.”
The space is his—organized chaos, tools laid out recklessly, and way too many blueprints scattered around—some on the table and some on the floor. You don’t belong here, and he makes that clear immediately with the way his eyes track every movement you make.
You paced the room like a caged animal, arms crossed over your chest, refusing to meet August's eyes. He leaned against his workbench, arms folded, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips.
“This is your fault, you know,” you snapped, finally breaking the silence. “If you weren't such an arrogant prick—”
”My fault?” August shot back, pushing off the bench and closing the distance in two strides. His voice was low, edged with that gravelly annoyance that always set your teeth on edge.
“You're the one who storms in here every time, picking fights like it's your damn hobby.” He was close now, too close, his breath warm against your skin. The workshop smelled of oil and metal, mixed with something sharper—his cologne, faint but intoxicating.
You shoved at his chest, but he caught your wrist, his grip firm yet not bruising. “Let go,” you hissed, but your voice lacked conviction. He slipped off his goggles, hanging them somewhere inside his shop, eyes flicking down to your lips, and suddenly the argument felt like a flimsy veil over something deeper, rawer.
“Make me,” he challenged, now eyeing you with his uncovered eyes, his free hand sliding to your waist, pulling you flush against him. The heat of his body seeped through your clothes, igniting a spark you'd both ignored for too long. Your breath hitched as his thumb traced the curve of your hip, deliberate and teasing.
The rivalry shattered in that moment. You surged forward, crashing your lips against his in a kiss that was all fire and frustration—teeth clashing, hands roaming with desperate urgency.
“God, I hate how much I want this,” you murmured against his ear, fingers tangling in his long hair as he pressed closer.
As he bacjked you against the workbench, lifting you onto it with ease, tools clattering to the floor—forgotten, as his mouth claimed yours again, this time slower, more possessive.
His tongue swept in, tangling with yours in a rhythm that mirrored the building ache between your thighs. You tugged at his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle until it gave way, and you shoved his overall down. He was already hard, thick and straining against the fabric of his boxers, and when you wrapped your hand around him through the thin material, he groaned into your mouth—a low, guttural sound that sent heat pooling in your core.
“Fuck,” August muttered, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down your jaw, your neck, nipping at your collarbone hard enough to leave marks. His hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts before cupping them fully. He squeezed, rolling your nipples between his fingers until they pebbled under his touch, drawing a gasp from you. “You've been driving me insane, you know that? All those arguments...telling me to shut up while looking so damn hot.”
You arched into him, your own hands exploring the hard planes of his chest, nails scraping down his abs as you pushed his shirt up and over his head. “Shut up and prove it,” you challenged, voice breathy, but he only smirked, that teasing expression fueling the fire.
In one swift motion, he hooked his fingers into your pants and yanked them down, along with your underwear, leaving you bare from the waist down. The workbench was cold against your ass, but the contrast only heightened the sensation as he dropped to his knees, spreading your thighs with strong hands.
His breath ghosted over your exposed core, making you clench in anticipation. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice rough with desire. “So wet already. All that hate, while dripping for me.”
Before you could retort, his mouth was on you—tongue flat and insistent as he licked a slow stripe up your slit, savoring the taste.
You cried out, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer as he worked you over. He circled your clit with teasing flicks, then sucked it between his lips, the pressure building a coil of tension in your belly. One hand gripped your thigh, holding you open, while the other slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
He pumped them in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue, relentless and skilled, like he was determined to unravel you completely.
Your hips bucked against his face, chasing the edge, but he pulled back just as you teetered on it, lips glistening with your arousal. “Not yet,” he said, standing and shucking off the rest of his clothes. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum. You reached for him, stroking him firmly from base to tip, twisting your wrist at the head until he hissed through gritted teeth.
He batted your hand away, positioning himself between your legs. “I want to feel that bitchy pussy come around me first.” With that, he thrust in—slow at first, inch by inch, stretching you deliciously until he was buried to the hilt. The fullness was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and the slightest burn, and you both stilled for a moment, breaths mingling as your bodies adjusted.
Then he moved, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace. The workbench creaked under the force, tools rattling as he fucked you hard, one hand on your hip for leverage, the other bracing against the surface behind you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.
Each thrust hit that sweet spot inside, sending jolts of ecstasy through you, your walls fluttering around him.
“A-Ah, you f-feel so good,” he panted, forehead pressed to yours, sweat beading on his skin. His hand roamed—pinching a nipple, then sliding down to rub circles over your clit, the added friction pushing you closer. You moaned his name, the sound echoing off the walls, and he captured it with another bruising kiss, swallowing your cries as the coil tightened unbearably.
“Come for me,” he demanded, voice strained, his thrusts growing fast—almost erratic, as he chased his own release.
It hit you like a wave—your orgasm crashing over you, body convulsing as pleasure ripped through every nerve. You clenched around him, milking his cock, and that was enough to send him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he spilled inside you, hot and pulsing, his groan vibrating against your neck as he rode out the aftershocks.
You both slumped against the workbench, breaths ragged, bodies slick with sweat.
When Enjin finally unlocks the door, he gets traumatized.
You and August look…disheveled, clothes rumpled, hair a mess, tempers strangely quiet.
Neither of you explains the flushed faces or why you won’t meet anyone’s eyes.
Well...how could you?
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August should have known better. He knows better than to just walk into peoples rooms without knocking (unless they’re sleeping lol) . For some reason, it being you, he didn’t even have a second thought about it. Nothing crossed his mind except measurements for your uniform.
Now here he finds himself. Standing in your doorway, invading the sacred space of your room. Seeing something that was not meant for him. Only a towel draped over your curvy frame, hair still damp from your shower. The smell of your body wash wafting through the air, vanilla and chai.
You look up at him, not expecting a visitor, a glint of surprise in your eyes. Almost like a deer in headlights. August begins apologizing profusely.
“Oh, shit! I-I’m—sorry. I’ll just come back another—“
“What did you need?” You interupt giggling.
He inhales sharply,trying to force himself to say something. Anything, really.
“I was going to get your measurements…for your uniform… but it can wait-“ he chokes, trying to avoid your gaze, death grip on the door knob.
“Well then shut the door and get my measurements” you say. As if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. August’s eyes widen in shock. Did he just hear you correctly? You want him to get your measurements, like this? In one of your most intimate moments? His best friend.
He thinks he has to have died and went to some type of heaven tailored specifically for him. or hell. He can’t tell if this is a blessing or if he’s being tormented. You both have spent plenty a late night together, going on all sorts of drunken and stoned adventures. But it never felt this….erotic.
He knew you were beautiful. That’s obvious. But he had never seen you so bare.
He takes a deep, nervous breath. Turning with the door to close it. His eyes now staring at the chipping paint of the door. He moves one of his free hands down into his pants to waistband his hardening cock. There was no way he was going to let you know how much he wanted you in this moment. After all, you trust him enough to invite him into one of your most personal and private activities of the day.
You couldn’t know what a perv he’s being. He wouldn’t let it get the best of him.
“I can do this” he thought. “I just gotta be professional. I got this.” He knows he’s just trying to convince himself. If he was honest, he’s a nervous wreck.
He turns to you, pulling the measuring tape of out his pocket. He didn’t expect you to have already dropped your towel. But there you were. Your skin looked so smooth and supple. He wondered how the fuck he’s going to get through this without losing it.
You were a dream.
He felt as if he were looking at a beautiful statue of a goddess. The ones that are so delicately carved that even the marble looks soft. You had to have been carefully crafted by the gods. There was no other explanation for such an ethereal creature to exist.
He was screwed.
“It shouldn’t take long. I’ll make it quick” he speaks barely above a whisper.
“Take as much time as you need. You’re the artist after all.” You say reassuringly. There’s a slight blush creeping across your cheeks as he walks closer.
He gently lifts your arms straight up on either side of you to measure your arm span and shoulder length.
He carefully writes the numbers down and moves on to your bust. He’s trembling, trying to only touch you as needed.
“Are you okay August?” You ask, seeing his obvious nervousness. It’s cute, you think. How careful he’s being. He’s always so sweet.
“Yup—Never better!” He laughs nervously. He attempts to steady his hands to draw the tape over your chest, holding the metal aglet to the measure line.
“God they’re perfect. I know they HAVE to be soo fucking soft….gotta be. I’ve got to be THE LUCKIEST designer in the world…such inspiration” His thoughts are running wild.
“You’ve just been quiet is all. You’re never THIS quiet” you press.
“Just focused” he mutters fumbling to write down the numbers in his notes.
You hum, accepting his answer, for now. You watch him intently as he continues to measure around your rib cage. His fingers lightly graze your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You can’t help but want more.
He continues down to your hips, now getting on his knees to get a proper reading on his tape. His eyes peeking over the top of his shades.
That’s when it catches his eye. The glimmer of the rhinestone barbell of your Christina piercing. A shiver runs down Augusts spine. His mind short circuits for a second, nearly coming undone, mouth watering like one of Pavlov’s dogs. “Fuck—it’s so-she’s so—“
“Pretty~” he exhales. The word coming out before he can even register it.
“What?” You inquire. Making sure you heard him right. As if it isn’t obvious, his eyes were focused your pussy.
Augusts eyes dart up at you, past his lenses. He might die. Looking at you from this angle had him feeling like he’s kneeling for worship in some ancient temple. He doesn’t know what to even say, his mind can hardly form thoughts outside of burying his face in you. Did he really say that out loud?
He might as well double down, he figures. He’s already fucked himself.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” He repeats, swallowing thickly. His gaze never leaving yours. “A work of art even.” The words come out shaky, dripping in want.
Your blush deepens at his complements. You had always thought August was so beautiful. A loud, passionate angel. And here he is, calling you art.
“You really think so?” You smile down at him, pushing his glasses onto the top of his head. The glasses acting as a sort of head band, holding his silky blond stands back. He’s so cute like this. The look of lust in his eyes goes straight to your clit. You were already turned on, but now you’re throbbing.
“I could show you how pretty…” August whispers, resting a hand on your calf as he looks you up and down, meeting your eyes again. You’ve never seen him like this. Pupils blown, light sweat starting to form at his temples, eyes wide. He almost looked feral. You weren’t just a want, you were a NEED.
You blank out on words. The most you can do is nod, trying to remember how to breathe.
That’s all August needed.
You begin to back up a couple of steps until your ass hits the cold metal of your bed frame. August follows you on his knees, crawling. His gaze stays on you, shaking with anticipation. He slowly sits up and back onto his feet, his face mere inches from your pulsing pussy. He takes the glasses off his head, tossing them to the wayside, eyes still trained on your face.
You watch as August digs his tongue into your folds, dragging up to your swollen clit. His eyes roll into the back of his head. He can’t help but release a deep, guttural moan at your taste. He wanted to drown in you.
You throw your head back, gasping as he continues to lap and suck on your sensitive nub. As if your pussy is the very oxygen he needs to breathe. Your hands comb through his hair holding it back for him. He’s completely lost in you.
“F-fuck—August. Ah-“ you whine, rolling your hips in time with his tongue.
August begins babbling and moaning into your pussy. A mix of praises and curses.
“Taste so good baby”
“My beautiful best friend”
“Louder my muse, let me hear you”
He shoves his pants down lower on his hips and beings stroking his aching cock. A symphony of whimpers and moans coming from the both of you. Completely drunk on one another.
You can feel your release coming, your tightened muscles quaking as he sucks onto your clit, flicking his tongue. You can’t even comprehend anything anymore. The knot in your stomach so tight it almost hurts.
He’s too good at this.
“A-augusttt- I-I’m gonna-!“
A high pitched sob leaves your lips as your orgasm washes over you. It was too much, too good. Your body involuntarily bucks against his tongue, thighs tightened around his head.
August comes in tandem with you, grappling with his own release underneath you. The way you sound. The way you taste. The way your body reacts to his ministrations. You.are.everything.
He continues until you ride out your orgasm, licking up all your arousal. Wasting nothing. Soft whimpers leaving you as you weakly push his forehead away from you.
He laughs softly to himself. Proud of the mess he’s made of you both. He places small, gentle kisses on your still sensitive cunt.
You both look at each other, a dumb grin spread on Augusts flushed face. You place your hands on either side of his face, pulling him up to meet your lips.
Your tongues swirl together in a passionate kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. You both break after a moment for air, holding each other.
“Believe me now?”
He thinks he will be worshiping at your altar from now on. You are indeed a goddess. He’s smitten.
Warnings: smut-ish (there are random sprinkles of suggestive content and smut-ish content)
a/n: This will be going off his eng dub. I have not analyzed his manga or JP dub yet. Just a little drabble I was thinking about for my August x reader fic. I wanted to share it to see what y'all think. Also sorry for the typos, poor grammar and mispellings.
I feel like dating August would be interesting.
He seems the type of guy who may accidentally forget about you when he gets hyperfixated on his work that he doesn't realize how much time has passed by. It's not that he forgets that you, too, are dating. It's that you're on his mind 24/7 that he doesn't realize how much time has passed since he last saw you, plus he's hyperfixated, it might be 42 hours, he may be locked up in his work room, barely eating. Which makes you pull him away to take a break.
He's the type of guy who wants to make you dating him known to EVERYONE. It's not a "look who I pulled," it's more about showing you off because he thinks you're absolutely amazing, and he loves you so much, to the point that he wants everyone else to see how great you are. He is that proud of you. So get ready to have a lot of attention on you, whether it was intentional or not.
His grandma, no doubt, likes you more than him. I'm joking, she just loves him just as much, but is surprised that he was able to get a girlfriend or boyfriend, considering he is loud and tends to hyperfixate on designing and creating things a little too much, especially since he is really messy and lacks manners. His grandma thought it was a miracle and drilled him to behave or he'd lose someone like you.
You and Eisha get along really well. You helped her a lot and always try to help her when she feels insecure about herself. You understand where she is coming from, especially when it comes to her Jinki. August sometimes peeps in, grinning at how much you and his sister get along. He ends up kissing you all over your face afterwards, his arms around you, tightly holding you close to him.
August doesn't like healthy foods, so get ready to brawl to make sure his health is okay. You actually learned a few recipes that look like sweet treats but are made from healthy greens, which August cannot taste. It's sneaky, but you had to do it because you would rather have him not drop dead. (He knows it's healthy, but it doesn't matter to him because you made it and it tastes good; he'll probably eat anything you make anyway).
He doesn't really get jealous that much. It is really hard to make him jealous because he is very secure in your guys relationship. He may get jealous when he feels like you haven't given him enough attention or if he feels like your attention has been on someone else for too long. Like for exmaple if you talk to Enjin more than August in a week he will feel jealous. That usually happens on accident though. Since you also work the cleaners
August would be very protective of you. He doesn't like it and absolutely hates it when someone talks you down to your face or in general. He knows what it is like to get bullied, so he does his best to keep you away from that. He will talk back to someone or may put a hole through their face.
If there was ever an incident where there wasn't a person being rude to you but a trash beast or something, his hand would be immediately on yours, pulling you away. He doesn't have a jinki, so he knows he can't fight back, but he knows that he can keep you safe by running. He is pretty quiet and focused, looking back every so often to make sure you're behind him, even though his hand is wrapped around yours, tightly. He won't let go until you're safe, and when you are, he pulls you into a tight hug, not saying anything.
August is actually really helpful when your sick, if he remembers and doesn't lose track of time. He retained some medcial knowledge from his grandma and sister but by far he is not a pro. He checks in on you when your sick and doesn't mind being around you. even if it gets him sick. He'll still kiss you all the same and tend to your needs. He is suprisngly good at it, rushing back and forth even though he doesn't need to. He just wants you to get better fast.
I feel like August would be really quiet in certain moments. especially serious ones. It's not that he doesn't know what to do, but he's instead thinking. It's odd to see him quiet, as you sometimes already know something is wrong. Especially when he doesn't bounce back. The best thing you can do is to wrap your arms around him and tell him how much you love him.
When he is quiet because you had gotten mad at him, he tries his best to make it up to you. Showering you in gifts (he made) and/or giving you space. No doubt he is sulking, though. It's hard to stay mad at him when he is like that, though. On the other hand, August is almost never mad at you; the only times he is. He tries his best not to shout at you, but you can tell he is upset. You have to make it up to him in some way. (Maybe by modeling for him or sleeping with him)
He loves to make clothes for you so you're always stylish. There are some designs that he has that he uses you to model. He loves it when you model his designs. There are times when you don't model for him because some clothes are made specifically for certain people, which you don't mind. It gives you time to do other things.
He isn't shy to show public affection either, but he won't have an intense make-out session with you in public. Actually, he might; you'll have to be the one to stop it. He almost always has his hands on you in some way. Whether it is holding your hand or having his arm wrapped around your waist. He will not hesitate to kiss you on the lips or cheek when other people are watching.
It's obvious that he is loud. Which means he has no shame in shouting out pet names across the room to get your attention. He is shameless to the point that even in public, out in the city, he will call you pet names. It's a bonus if it leaves you blushing/flustered, he thinks it's cute, and would tease you about it. Which means yelling out even more pet names, some being absolutely heinous.
I feel like he would call you many different pet names, depending on the type of person you are; it will vary, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a whole ass list of names to call you, and he is not ashamed to shout them out in public or when anyone is around. He will call you pookie. Actually, I think Pookie would be his default. I don't see him using certain pet names as much, unless it is in certain situations.
A list of pet names he will call you
Princess
I believe he would call you princess randomly. It makes many cleaners cringe, but a lot of them get used to it. I feel like this would be one of his default pet names, but not one he will use often.
"See ya later, princess!"
Babe, baby, Pookie
Babe and baby are other default names. Pooki,e on the other hand, is one I can see him using a lot. It's easy and slips off his tongue.
"How's my pookie doing?"
"HII BABEE.
"I love you so much, baby!"
Muse
This is a pet name I think he would call you very rarely. Mainly when he is working and you're in his workplace, and he's using you for inspiration. Which may or may not be a lot. He loves to make you clothes of that count, but for other cleaners, he takes inspiration from who they are.
"There's my Muse!"
Baby Momma
I can only see him calling you this if you are pregnant with his child. He will call you this a lot, I fear. He will continue to call you this after you give birth. It just makes him really happy and proud that he got to keep it on his tongue.
"Hey there, baby momma!"
"How's my baby momma doing?"
These are ones that I can really see him calling you. I do feel like there may be other pet names that he may call you. especially if it was one that had a lot of meaning. Like you knew him from childhood, and that nickname stuck. It would be something special, and no doubt he would use it a lot.
🔥🔥🔥Other pet names under suggestive context 🔥🔥🔥
I feel like he would call you all these names under more suggestive themes, such as heavy make-out sessions or getting intimate with one another. I can see him being a lot quieter when you both start getting intimate, but he gets louder the more you go through it, his hands on your hips as he moans loudly. Then, once the pace picks up, he is back to being loud again. A very loud moaner and talker. He will talk during intimate moments. I feel like he would say a lot of sweet nothings. He might be the loudest one out of the two of you.
My Dear, my love, darling
I feel like he would call you, "My dear," during a heavy make-out session or times you both are making out or getting intimate.
"You feel soo good my dear." He is breathtless.
"Are you okay? My dear."
"You're doing so good for me, my dear.
"You're doing so well, darling."
"I love you so much, darling."
"Darling, that feels good, keep going."
( I don't know if these are the exact words he'll say. I haven't done in-depth work on how he speaks. )
I actually don't really see him being all that loud in the room, surprisingly. Actually okay, when he's going at is, yes, but during make-out sessions or when you first start going at his, he is breathless, taking in every inch and look of your face, body, everything. Then, when he gets his freak on, he is a loud moaner and says many dirty things.
"I love you so much, Darling."
Steamy stuff
I feel like August wouldn't have a high libido. I feel like he'll have a low or maybe moderate one. Or just one that he doesn't really think about since he gets hyperfixated on clothes. But that doesn't mean he won't entertain you if you have a high libido. With the amount of energy he has, I don't doubt he can last veryyyy veryyy long during sex. He'll probably have you cum 3 times with his cock, before he cums himself.
I feel like he'll start off quiet, when you're making out, and all he is doing is humming. When he pulls away to catch his breath and talks, his voice is a lot quieter, especially when he slips his cock inside you. He lets out a sigh, relishing the feeling. especially when he first starts moving his hips and says small praises and how good and tight you feel. He gets much louder and talks a lot when he is picking up the pace. He might be louder than you in bed. He is a big talker in bed.
He will talk about how good you make him feel. How good and tight you feel around his cock. How can he can't get enough of you? How much he loves you. How much you look like you're enjoying yourself. How has he fucked you dumb and can't make out a coherent sentence? He will talk and say anything that comes to mind.
Ex.
"You feel so good, tightening around my cock like that, darling."
"Come on, come on, cum on my cock again."
"I can stay inside you forever."
(Idk if these are good, feel free to add more)
He would be a switch, no doubt. He is open to being dominant and being a sub. It doesn't matter to him as long as he is with you. He is open to a lot of things, but minus things that would end up hurting you. He just loves and is thankful for being in bed with you. Despite that, his favorite positions are mating press, if he's top. Cowboy if he's bottom. He just loves seeing your fucked out face.
He is open to receiving and giving. It doesn't matter to him, but when he does eat you out. He is LOUD. He ain't just licking slurping noises, and he definitely knows how to use that tongue of his. He will use that tongue to eat you out and hit all the right places. He'll roll his tongue inside of you just to the right spot. About his tongue, he is very skilled and knows how to use it. He rolls his tongue on the sensitive areas (like someone who knows how to roll their Rs, that's what August knows how to do.) And he is humming as he eats, like it's an actual meal.
"Mmmmmm" is basically what you're gonna hear when he eats you out.
If you have a dick, he's sucking it like there's no tomorrow, rolling his tongue at the tip and back down to the base, and surprisingly, he's really good at deep throating. His bare hands are rubbing himself, but also rubbing the extra spot. You can feel his tongue licking you as he deep throats you, making sure all of you are feeling it, and he will hold your hips, depending on the position, to keep you from pulling away. He will suck you dry.
If you have a pussy he is slurping and licking you up, sticking his tongue in you, hitting all the right places. He doesn't hesitate to use his fingers either. He will plunge double digits into you, hitting your spot so well, while licking up all the slick that comes out of you as if he is a starving man and it's his last supper, and it doesn't help that he also has one hand on ur hip to keep you from running away from him.
August is also very handsy during sex. He loves to run his hands all over your body, searching for a good place to place his grip. His favorite place to place his hands is on your hips. He loves having that grip on you wether he is on top or on the bottom.
kinks/ what hes into
Probably a breeding kink.
He is very open to trying kinks as long as it doesn't draw blood or cause harm. He doesn't mind handcuffs, tying you up. He also seems like the type of guy who would really like seeing you in skimpy outfits that he can later take off or rip off himself later on. He's open to anything as long as he can see your face, which he loves so much.
Hello guys, I am again. I would like to do a one shot by August, but I do not know what I am afraid to do it. If any ideas, please comment or send me DM. ( *・ω・)ノ
So this is the second part of Headcanons Spicy Version. (*￣∇￣)
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August is the type of boyfriend who, even if everyone says he smells bad, cares a lot about his appearance – have you seen that hair? It doesn’t take care of itself. He probably smells like clothes fresh out of the dryer.
August is the type of boyfriend who makes everything hot – you bent down to pick up your dropped keys? You changed your hairstyle? You wore a different lipstick?
August is the type of boyfriend who loves whispering dirty things in your ear to make you nervous.
August is the type of boyfriend who, if it weren’t for respecting you, would do it anytime, anywhere.
August is the type of boyfriend who touches you just because – you’re talking when suddenly you feel his hand squeezing your breast; you’re lying face down? He uses your butt as a pillow.
August is the type of boyfriend who loves seeing you in sexy costumes – he’d probably do anything you want or anything he wants to see: bunny, cop, nurse, maid – everything possible and imaginable.
August is the type of boyfriend who likes doing it in any position, but without a doubt his favorites would be the classic cowgirl and doggy style. Why? Easy – he can see everything happening on your face and body.
August is the type of boyfriend who loves overstimulating you until you scream with pleasure; he needs to see you cry every time you do it.
August is the type of boyfriend who never gets tired – you have to beg him to stop because this man has the energy to go at it for 3 days straight.
August is the type of loud boyfriend – he likes letting you know how good you feel, but he needs you to show it to the neighbors too.
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