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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #15 - the end

Summary: How are Grace and August doing now?

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 0.7k

Warning: Mentions of sex, just the usual they do. Sex, cum, orgasms, squirting. You know the deal with them.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this fic! I hope you enjoyed it 😘

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5 years later

August and I started dating after the rooftop confession and he was right: we skipped over the awkward first phase and we were passed uncomfortable sex. August wouldn’t be August if he didn’t make a program—quite frankly he is obsessed with them—but I have to agree: the program worked. He planned dates, fun holidays and meetings to get to know each other’s family. Our friends already knew this was going to happen eventually and his friends had to confess they know what August did that time they were over.

I’ve gotten over that awkwardness eventually.

A lot of the things in those five years remained. I still didn’t wear my underwear at home, he fucked me whenever he wanted and we ventured out to have sex in public, though the rooftop remained our favorite. Visitations to the sex shop. A show with the dildo. Deep throating.

It was all part of his program and for that I love him dearly.

After he and I got married two years ago, we moved out of the apartment and bought a house, like the domestic couple we were. Days were spend in bed and with each other. Quite frankly we’re disgusting together, cockwarming whenever we can, sex while we know friends can come over at any time and him desperate to make me squirt.

I hold onto the bathroom counter, feeling his entire cock thrust in a rough pace inside. I watch my breasts bounce with every thrust through the mirror. August gently takes a hold of my hair, giving it a slight pull. I whimper when I start clenching around him.

‘Good girl,’ he says. ‘Cum for me once more, okay?’

And that pushes me over the edge. He holds me up by my hips, snickering softly when I squirt passed his cock. And it’s enough for him to reach his high and ride it out. He presses kisses on my shoulder, whispering sweet little nothings against my skin. He pulls out and like he always does, cleans me up straight away.

Together we walk towards the bed and because it’s too hot to wear clothes anyway (and August likes for us to sleep with nothing on, seizing every opportunity to have me naked around him), I don’t even bother putting on a shirt.

Once he tugged me underneath the thin sheets, he kisses my forehead and tells me he’ll be right back, leaving our bedroom to go to the kitchen.

My hand slides to my protruding stomach, revealing a five month baby bump. It was both a surprise and expected when we found out we were having a baby. August always said that babies were something of the future, but as we set more steps into the future, his desire for kids grew. While I was ready for them years ago, I needed him to be one hundred percent on board with it.

And boy, is he board with it.

August walks back in with some biscuits and some juice and places it on my nightstand. Then he climbs in the bed and says: ‘You know what genuinely surprised me.’

‘Enlighten me.’

‘That it took us this long to knock you up.’

‘Ovulation is a thing, August,’ I tell him. ‘You can’t expect me becoming pregnant if you fill me up every moment you’ve got to spare.’

‘Was worth a shot and you did not complain.’ He smirks proudly and places his hand on my stomach. ‘And you will never hear me complaining about this skyrocketing sex drive of yours. Is this libido permanent or not?’

I shrug. ‘You have to leave me alone for at least six weeks after the baby is here.’

He nods. ‘I’ll work ahead, drag as many orgasms out of you as possible now, so we can take a six week break.’ He snaps his finger. ‘You what? I’ll make a schedule.’

‘Shut up,’ I laugh and he leans in for a long kiss. ‘If you kiss me any longer, you might have to fuck me again.’

‘You know I’ve got plenty ways to satisfy you,’ he says. ‘But you need your rest, Grace.’

I roll my eyes, before sliding down so I can lay on my side. He spoons me almost instantly, his hand on my stomach and I whisper: ‘I love you, August Walker.’

He kisses my naked shoulder. ‘I love you more, Grace Walker.’

To a happily ever after.

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #4 - sensitivity

Summary: August knows Grace her sensitive spot and is determined to make good use of that.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warning: Nipple play, vibrating egg, orgasms. Also like the mention of semen. Swallowing, you know, all that good stuff.

A/N: Huh? Another chapter? Is it monday already? Nope, but I wrote a few chapters ahead, so here is another chapter 😘

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I’m in my bed, wearing nothing but a large shirt and a thong, when August walks in. ‘Hello,’ he says, wearing nothing but his gray sweats. I’m not too sure if he’s wearing boxers underneath.

‘What is up?’ I ask him.

He smirks. ‘I had a plan.’

It’s shockingly pavlovian to see how I perk up in my bed, ready for whatever he has planned. In these last few weeks, we’ve been experimenting and sometimes I fear I’m getting addicted to his cock and him in general.

August laughs when he sees my reaction and before I can feel a tad bit embarrassed, he says: ‘I like that you’re eager.’ He gets on the bed with me and sits in between my legs, after he spread them apart a little, so his large frame can fit.

It’s not that we haven’t done anything today. As it was Sunday today, therefore we had nothing to do, he and I indulged in some couch sex and I might be addicted to that as well. Only the thought of having sex with him, causes me to involuntarily become wet and ready for him. I hate how he has this effect on me, but I can’t help it and I think he knows how he has me in the palm of his hand, ready for everything he offers.

This morning sex was borderline lazy, however he had me quivering in no time, whimpering his name and pleading for him to let me cum. Deep down I’m aware there is a possibility he gets off on seeing me this needy, this desperate for him.

August pushes up my shirt and before I can feel exposed, he says: ‘You know, I always thought I was an ass man, but there is something irresistible about your breasts, I might change my mind about it.’

My shirt falls on the floor and I try not to become overly desperate for his touch, but with what he just said to me, I can’t help myself. I hook my legs around his hips and he smirks in response. He manages to get something out of his pocket and I realize it’s that toy he bought the other day. We haven’t used it, but I feel like today is the day. He lubricates the vibrating egg in between my lips, after he pushed my thong to the side and when it’s wet enough, he slowly pushes it in. My cunt welcomes the toy a little too eagerly and I feel my walls wrap tightly around it.

August doesn’t turn it on immediately, instead he leans forward, pressing his lips in between my breasts. Slowly but surely, he uses his fingers to brush over my nipples, slightly toying with them, as he kisses me deeply. I whimper against him, when he puts some pressure on one of the stiffened buds. Not too much, but enough to make me respond to it.

I close my eyes as I lean against the headboard, my fingers running through his hairs, when he uses his tongue to circle my nipple. And to top it off, August turns on the vibrator and my entire body reacts.

He lets out a chuckle, before wrapping his lips around my stiff nipple, softly sinking his teeth in it, but not too much.

I always knew my nipples were sensitive, but with the soft sucking, the slight pinching and the way he sometimes is a bit rougher and other times a lot tender, gives me shivers all over my body.

I don’t know how much time passes, but I love how this makes me feel. August knows exactly what button to push for me to go mental and deep down I want to hate him for it, but instead, my stomach twists and turns, I want him even more than ever.

‘August,’ I whine and he looks up, his lips plump and his hair ruffled. He smiles when I buck up my hips against him, so desperate for some sort of release. And instead of giving it to me, he decreases the vibrations, while he wraps his lips around my nipple once again.

August is a little tease, as he toys with the vibrations and finally, I’m blindsided as my orgasm hits me. My legs are shaking while I’m reaching my high and I whimper when he turns off the toy.

Everything feels sensitive, but I can’t believe the way my breasts feel. He has found yet another weak spot of mine, I know he now has more tools on how to get my crazy and right at his mercy in a matter of seconds.

With a smirk he pulls out the toy and I feel a thin layer of sweat all over my body and goosebumps cover my skin.

‘What about you?’ I ask him.

He shakes his head. ‘It’s okay, Grace.’

‘No, I want to.’

‘You’re tired,’ he tells me and yes, that is correct, but I want to do something. I gently pull on his waistband and he says: ‘You’re quite the stubborn one, aren’t you?’

‘Maybe.’

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It was my plan to swallow, I swear, but now my chest is covered in his semen. I catch my breath and August hoists me from the bed, carrying me to the bathroom. I hate how I feel, how I crave for so much more of his touch. As he uses a warm cloth to clean my chest, I tilt my head, taking in his features. The mustache, his ruffled hairs, his piercing blue eyes. I wonder what I did for him to treat me like this. To worship me and my body.

I’m sitting on his thigh and fatigue is catching up on me, so I nuzzle my face in the crook of his neck. August doesn’t say a thing, instead he dutifully cleans me up and carries me back to the bed. He tugs me in, but before he can walk away, I take ahold of his hand.

Don’t do it, Grace. Whatever you do, don’t fucking do it.

‘What’s up?’ he asks me.

‘Don’t go.’

He chuckles. ‘Why not?’

‘I want you here.’

For a moment he contemplates, only then he pushes aside the blankets and slides underneath it. I curl up against him and he wraps his arms around me. In a soft tone he says: ‘Go to sleep, Grace.’

‘Only if you promise you stay here.’ The pleading nearly drips off every word I just said. It’s like I’m begging, which I never do. I used to be an independent woman, but not anymore. I feel small near him, especially when he has me engulfed in his arms like that.

‘I promise,’ August tells me. ‘I’ll stay right here.’

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #14 - fantasy turned reality

Summary: They finally indulge in what August wants.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 2k

Warning: Public sex, nipple play, mention of blowjobs, fingering, orgasms (male and female), squirting.

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With me being on my period, my breasts feel extra sensitive. However, August has found a way to treat them carefully, without me hurting. He carefully massages them, sucks on my nipples and whenever I tell them it hurts, he moves to something else. But it barely hurts when he’s holding them and fondles them.

Sometimes he whispers something along the lines of how much he loves my breasts. To return the favor, I pull down his pants and it’s one of the only times he allows me to do something like that. I barely give him blowjobs, but with me bleeding from my vagina and having coital intercourse during a time like that is a ‘pigeon’ like situation for me, he indulges. Heck, I even think he likes it.

August holds my chin, watching me swallow it all down and he smirks proudly. ‘Good girl,’ he says. I bite my bottom lip—actually beaming at the compliment. I really hate myself sometimes—and sit next to him on the couch. He makes himself look presentable, leaning back and looking to the side. ‘What’s up?’

‘What is your ultimate fantasy?’ I ask him.

He shrugs. ‘Not up your alley, I think.’

‘I think it is,’ I say. ‘Come on, you have seen me. Grace Stanford, sex machine.’

August then takes a sip of his beer and says: ‘No, I’m not telling you.’

‘Don’t you trust me?’

‘I trust you,’ he says, looking to the side, ‘but this might be too much.’

I pout. ‘Come on, August, tell me. Please. Even if it’s not up my alley, I will be respectful about it. You know me.’

August pats his thigh and gosh, dog owners wished their dogs were this well behaved, because in an instant I sit down on his thigh. ‘You sure you wanna know?’

‘Yes.’

He pushes some of my hair behind my ear, such a gentle and tender gesture. ‘I have a thing.’

‘That sounds exciting. Tell me all about it.’

He sighs deeply. ‘I like… To do things in public.’

‘Exhibitionist like things?’ I ask. When he nods, I let out a gasp. ‘Oh my goodness, you prepared me for this! With the vibrator in the restaurant thing.’

‘A little, yes.’

‘How can you dare to say this might be too much for me?’ I ask him. ‘Come on, I did that graciously. You have to give me more credit than that.’

He places his index finger underneath my chin. ‘Okay, how about you and I have sex on the rooftop?’

I swallow hard. ‘The rooftop?’ I ask. ‘Our rooftop?’ Meaning risking the chance of having a lot of people watching us. ‘We can try that.’

I expect August to laugh, to pat my thigh or ass or do whatever he usually does, but instead he pulls me closer and presses a kiss on my lips. It’s lovingly, it’s tender and certainly not at all what I expected from him. However I quickly melt against his frame and close my eyes.

‘What was that for?’ I ask him.

‘You’re the first one I told about this,’ he admits. It feels like something special and I’m not gonna lie, I’m honored.

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Keeping quiet has never really been my strong suit with August, however now, as we are on the rooftop of our building, out in the open, I realize I have to keep it down a notch. It’s early in the night, meaning it’s already dark outside, but I can still hear the busy city, alive around us.

At first it started a little as a picnic and it was borderline romantic, however I should’ve known that August had a very wonderful plan for the rest of the night.

He has me on my back, his hand slid underneath the hem of my dress and his fingers stretch me out, constantly pressing against my sensitive spot. I gasp, a poor little substitute for moaning out loud.

August uses his other hand to pull down the top of my strapless dress and fuck, do I feel exposed right now. It’s a delicious and borderline dangerous feeling, having my legs spread for him, my breasts on display and that all on the rooftop, underneath the sky that’s decorated with stars.

The familiar feeling bubbles inside of me and I know what’s happening. Juices squirt out and I muffle my own moans, while he continues to abuse the tender spot. He’s rough, causing me to start to shake underneath his touch already. I know what he wants: he wants me to squirt over and over again. I know he loves that.

I love August’s proud smile when it does happen again and I know how much he loves seeing me squirm underneath his touch. He pulls out his fingers from my core and I’m on the receiving end of a firm smack on my aching cunt.

I shiver on the blanket that I masterfully drenched. He leans forward, wrapping his lips around my hardened nipple, while he pushes up my dress, bundling the bottom at my waist. While he’s sucking on the sensitive bud, I hear his pants unzip and he gets in between my spread legs. ‘Look at me,’ he says once he sits up straight and I do what he tells me to do. He grabs my legs, his hands in my knee cavities and he pushes my legs against my upper body. And then he slides his hard cock inside.

‘Fuck,’ I whimper, ‘you feel so good, August.’

His upper body rests against the back of my legs as they dangle on his shoulders. Bending me in the way he prefers, I can’t help but love it. He bottoms out completely and fuck, I feel him so deep. My hands find his arms and I let out a soft little sob, desperate for him. I need him to fuck me.

‘Words, Grace,’ he says. ‘Tell me what you want.’

I open my mouth, but not a sounds escapes.

‘Tell me.’

‘Fuck me, August.’ It leaves my lips in a hushed whimper, but he heard me. The sound of skin against skin, how fucking wet I sound and the strangled groans I hear from August, makes my head float, my heart beat faster and clench around his hard cock.

‘What do you think people will think when they see you?’ August asks.

I want them to know I am yours. I just can’t seem to mutter it out. I want them to know I’m yours, that you fuck me best, that I am your slut.

I whimper against him and he picks up his pace. My legs shake and I am thrown over the edge. As I ride out my high, I can tell he’s close too. He twitches inside of me and fuck, it feels too good.

Thick streams of cum fill me up and I savor the moment. August doesn’t pull out instanty. Instead he remains deep inside of me, allowing my legs to drop on the ground, before he cages me in, his head nuzzled in my nape.

I hold him close to me, clinging onto August’s protective frame, however I do feel something gnawing at my heart.

It’s like we reached the end of the game. We had done it all. I embraced my squirting abilities. I learned to love my body. I appreciate sex. We’ve done what he wanted to do.

The program feels over now.

I can’t keep doing this anymore.

I allow myself to enjoy it as his cock is still safely buried inside, however as he softens and exits me, sadness and anguish wash over me. August smiles at me, unbeknownst as to what is circling through my mind. He admires the mess he created in between my legs.

I pull up my dress again, covering my breasts and I close my legs. I sit up straight and look at August, who tugged himself back in his pants again.’August,’ I admit, wishing I had underwear here now. ‘I can’t do this anymore.’

‘What?’ His voice is louder than the hushed whispers he nearly panted in my ear. ‘Why not?’

‘Because I am falling for you.’ So, it’s out in the open. No going back now. ‘You were supposed to teach me about sex and you did… But I can’t continue this, knowing that one day you will go off again to fuck a billion girls in a single month.’

August doesn’t say anything.

‘Every time you kiss me, that one time you made love to me. I just want to be yours, August and this… This platonic fucking, this program, it’s not working. I can’t keep wanting you, when all we’re having is sex.’

‘Grace,’ he starts, but I shake my head.

‘I can’t keep having these moments with you and every time I think you want something more, you just get up. Every time I think this is just a mindless fuck, you hold and kiss me like you’re my boyfriend. I can’t be pushed and pulled like this anymore.’ I stand up, cursing the fact I have his cum streaming down my legs, however August doesn’t let me escape. He stands in front of me when I want to walk away and I hate how he is dragging out this humiliation for me. He isn’t the one who looks fucked out and used like I do.

‘I love you, Grace.’

It causes my heart to do something totally unnatural and I think it’s not healthy either. ‘What?’ I ask him.

‘I love you,’ he repeats. ‘When we took that bet, I thought I was just gonna fuck you a few times and then you’d be satisfied. But it wasn’t just that. I witness you blossoming into this fantastic confident woman.’ He smiles almost sadly. ‘I… Every time I held you afterwards, I couldn’t stop looking at you. You are so beautiful, you are so sweet. I can’t believe other people didn’t see how much of a catch you are.’

I clear my throat, a little uncomfortable with where this is going.

‘That time you took care of me when I was sick, that time when work went shit and you jokingly flashed me because you said that your boobs can make everything better—which they do by the way—and how you constantly smile when you see me. It’s more than lust, I can tell.’

I swallow hard, mostly I make sure I am not going to cry.

‘Before,’ he says, ‘I was just following my dick and not my heart. Which in the end is probably the most idiotic thing to do. But you… If I follow my heart, you’re at the end of the road, you are my destination. I… you are the only one I think about. All I want is to love you forever. To fuck you senseless, to hold you afterwards and later on—I don’t fucking know—bake cookies with you, be domestic.’

‘No,’ I whisper, ‘that’s not true.’

‘It is, Grace. I fucking love you and I wished you just knew.’

And of course I start to cry, because I can barely get through an entire serious conversation without crying.

He holds my hand in his and whispers: ‘Give me a chance to be your boyfriend. Come on, we’re already passed the awkward sex phase.’

After a few moments, I realize that it’s true. We already passed the awkward sex phase. And… August wants to be my boyfriend.

I meet up his gaze and he adds: ‘Allow me to show you how I can be a magnificent boyfriend. I can even make a program again.’

I now let out a true laugh. ‘You and your damn programs.’

‘Can we try?’ August asks. ‘I am usually not the one to beg, but… Please, Grace, give me one chance.’

I nod. ‘Okay,’ I say, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. ‘You can be my boyfriend, August Walker.’

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #13 - torture

Summary: August takes the sex toys outside of the safety of their apartment.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warning: Nipple play, vibrating egg, orgasms in public, sex in their apartment. Male and female orgasms

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After this morning fuck to die for, August and I are under the shower, rinsing off the sweat and other bodily fluids. ‘August,’ I ask him, ‘what would you like to do?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, it’s always about me. What do you want? There must be something?’

He shrugs, pushing some of the hairs from my face. ‘This is perfect for me.’

‘But you have to have a fantasy. Something you desperately want to do.’

‘I’m not sure you are there yet.’

‘I’m there,’ I tell him. ‘Come on, look at all the things we’ve been doing these last few months.’

He cocks an eyebrow. ‘True. Okay, maybe I have something.’

‘What is that?’

‘I’m not telling you. Not yet at least.’ He grabs some soap, puts in on the loofah and lathers my body. ‘I’ve got plans for tonight though.’

‘Oh, what is it?’

‘You and I, a nice meal and your favorite toys stuffed in your cunt.’ He snickers and says: ‘You know I like to see you suffer.’

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Oh, I am suffering. Suffering big time even. One thing is fore sure, I will never show my face here again. I know I have an magnificent and enviable poker face, but the whole idea of ever going back to the place where August just dragged my first orgasm out of me…

I can’t handle that.

We’re seated next to each other, looking out of the window over the city. His hand rests on my leg, as he continues to pretend like nothing is wrong. My leg nervously moves up and down and as he takes a sip of his drink the vibrations start again. I clench my thighs together and thankfully the music is pretty loud, meaning it drowns out my soft whimpers and the vibrations of the toy.

This of course is such a dirty little secret.

‘How are you doing?’ August asks, like he isn’t torturing me.

‘Fantastic,’ I whimper, taking a bite of my side salad. ‘Could you maybe let me eat?’

He takes a pity on me, but I could’ve known that it was a trap. Giving me a minute of peace and quiet, is followed by more intense vibrations.

August had strict instruction for me and the clothes I had to wear, meaning I am wearing a very flimsy dress. While the material around my breasts is thick enough to hide my hardening nipples—that scrape against the fabric—it does not hide the heaving of my chest. I know August is having a field day.

And then it happens.

I cum again. My legs tremble and my knuckles turn white as I hold onto the fork a little too tightly. Finally he does stop and whispers in my ear: ‘While I like to fuck you in the privacy of our apartment, there is a certain beauty to see you restricting yourself here. I kinda wish I could hear you screaming my name right now.’

Two can play this game. I turn to the side a little, placing my hand on his upper leg, my fingers close to his slight bulge. ‘I could be screaming your name from the passenger’s seat of your car, but you prefer to sit here in this crowded restaurant.’

He smiles. ‘Be careful with what you’re doing. No matter how gorgeous and irresistible you look, I will always one up you.’ He smirks, causing him to be deviously handsome and irresistible of his own.

I take a shaky breath, realizing I’ve overplayed my cards. Because it is true. He will always one up me. But I still steal a kiss from him, knowing I’m in deep trouble already.

During the rest of dinner he teased me, but didn’t push me so far for another orgasm.

Somehow—don’t ask me how—I made it to the car without sinking down to the dirty floor and August chuckles, telling me: ‘Let’s see how many orgasms we can drag out of you on our way back.’

The actual motherfucker turned on the vibrations and placed his fucking phone in the standard, not touching it at all. At first I try to make it seem like I can handle this, but my own self fulfilling prophecy of falling apart is coming true.

I am a sobbing, screaming and withering mess on the passenger’s seat and my mind is foggy by the orgasms and I have no idea how many times I came. After August parked the car, he turns off the vibrations and I lean back in the seat. ‘You know we’re no where from done,’ August chuckles.

‘I know,’ I whisper. I turn my face to the side and smile. ‘I wouldn’t dare.’

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Within seconds of entering the apartment, we have gotten rid of our clothing. Somehow we made it to the bathroom and as August is standing behind me, his hard cock sliding in after pulling the toy from my cunt and spreading my legs apart. I hold onto the bathroom counter top, his fingertips digging into my sides. ‘You’re fucking drenched,’ he mutters, once he totally bottoms out.

August is desperate to chase his own high, his hand in my hair, gently giving it a pull so my back is against his chest.

‘Fuck, August,’ I whimper, especially when his other hand slides down my stomach, rubbing my sensitive clit. The way his cock is angled is perfect and so different than what the toy did. The constant pull of my hair, how he’s stretching me out and the way I am with my head on cloud nine, all works together.

Fluids squirt passed his cock, down my legs and land on the tiles.

‘Fucking hell,’ he mutters, roughly pounding in me, which only makes me moan louder than I did before. The pull on my hair is a little tighter now, his fingers abusing my clit is borderline painful, but in such an addicting way, I don’t want him to stop.

Watching myself in the mirror, tears ruining my make-up, sloppy kisses on my temple.

From his erratic thrusts, I can tell he’s close and I watch and listen to him riding out his high, his cock buried deep in between my wet and semen coated walls. His hand rests on my stomach, while I try to catch my breath.

‘You okay?’ August asks.

‘I am,’ I whisper.

His cock softens and once he exits me, cum streams down my legs. I hold onto the counter, not trusting my legs anymore. From behind me, I can hear August turning on the shower and once the water is a nice temperature, he says: ‘Come on, Grace.’

However I can’t move, not without him holding me. My legs feel like jello, but my lips are unable to form words.

August chuckles darkly, hoisting me up in his strong arms and whispers: ‘You’re lucky I like to hold you, Grace,’ followed by a gentle kiss on my lips.

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #1 - happy new year

Summary: August and Grace decide he is gonna show her sex isn't always disappointing.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1.6k

Warning: Some dry humping, female orgasms and mention of male orgasm, but very vague.

A/N: Welcome to a new August Walker filthy story, because my multi chapter stories with August Walker usually turn hella disgusting. This first chapter is very tame, but enjoy the rest when I post it! (Also, if you're a minor, get lost)

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This December month had been more than adventurous. To give a small summary of it: my friend August Walker moved in with me, because he needed a place to stay and I had an extra room. It was all fun and games in theory, but in reality I may or may not have second thoughts.

I discovered August likes to have sex.

Loud, borderline obnoxious sex in my opinion.

Woman after woman exits my apartment, I have given multiple ladies a cup of coffee early in the morning and I have discovered lots of condom wrappers.

And he moved in on December 3rd.

It’s December 31st now.

It’s been a long 27 days.

Deep down I thought: you know, I can kick him out, but rent is high and I don’t make enough money to make ends meet. Besides, I now feel justified for buying those noise cancelling headphones.

August and I are sitting on my couch, both not having plans for the New Years. Instead of spending it in the club or somewhere exciting, the two of us are here.

And I could’ve and should’ve known any conversation lasting longer than ten minutes with August Walker, would eventually turn into something sexual. But I never expected it to go along these lines.

‘Grace, are you telling me that disappointing is the one word to describe your sex life?’

I hide my face. ‘Yes, that’s what I’m telling you.’

‘Unbelievable.’

‘Well, not everyone is like you, August.’

He chuckles. ‘Of course, I think I’d die if I discovered women called sex with me disappointing.’

Instead of answering, I decide to take a sip of my beer. Leave it to him to be overly dramatic about it, though I do think it’s not that far fetched. He would die if he discovered women called sex with him disappointing, that I know.

But I also know no woman would. When I gave those lovely women some coffee, they all had a flushed smile on their lips and asked: ‘Have you ever had sex with August Walker?’

The answer was always no. No, I don’t have sex with August. We’ve been friends since college, we’ve hung out a few times after college and I was his go to address for when he was drunk and unable to get himself home. It’s okay, it’s our normal and minus the noise disturbance he and his sex partners bring, he is actually a pretty decent roommate. He cleans up after himself, puts down the toilet seat and is an okay cook.

The bar is that low.

‘How about you and I have sex?’

I nearly choke in my drink. ‘What?’ I ask him, after coughing a few times. ‘I must’ve hallucinated. What did you just propose?’

‘How about you and I have sex?’ It’s the same sentence. He is sincere. I’m not delirious.

‘And be one of the many girls you fuck?’ I joke. ‘No thank you, August. Believe it or not, I have some form of dignity left.’ I shake my head and bring the bottle to my lips to take another sip.

‘You honestly think I am gonna sleep with other ladies when I’m sleeping with you?’

‘I once saw two different women leave the house on the same day. Do you blame me for thinking I’ll be one of many?’

Judging from his facial expression, he has to agree with me. ‘Touché. But I’m serious, Grace. How about you and I sleep together, I show you what you’ve missed and you can say your sex life isn’t disappointing anymore.’

It’s almost like he is trying to convince me to buy a different type of soap, because it’s better for your skin. While he is casual about these types of things, I am not.

I scoff, before I walk towards the kitchen and tell him I’m grabbing some snacks.

However once I’m there, I think about it. It has been quite some time since I last had sex and I think it’s safe to say it’s been never since I had good sex. I rely on my trusted toys and while they do what they have to do, it’s no where near the real deal.

The longer I think about it, the more it turns me on. While I have my noise cancelling headphones, there are times where I do hear him, for example when I just walk into the house and I’m met with sounds one usually makes during coital intercourse.

And August sure does sound sexy. One time I overheard his soft moans, when he was just by himself and it was only a short snippet, it still became a core memory for me.

‘Are you just messing with my head of were you serious?’ I ask, once I’m back with the bag of chips.

‘I take everything sex related very seriously.’

I glare at him, causing him to smirk.

‘Come on, Grace, I’m serious. I can show you what you’re missing out on.’ He sits up straight, resting his elbows on his knees, before he adds: ‘We don’t have to go full on sex. We can take it slow.’

I place the bag of chips on the table. ‘Okay, you’ve got yourself a deal.’

Where the fuck did that come from? I am never this impulsive, one of the many reasons why I’m so good as the head of the financial department of the company I work for. I think stuff out. I do that for my job, my interior design and my outfits.

But apparently that is not a character trait I take with me in decision making when it comes to my sex life.

A satisfied smirk toys on August’s lips. ‘Okay, how about we have our first introduction lesson?’

Oh my gosh, is he calling this a lesson?

I clear my throat. ‘Okay.’

‘Come on,’ August says, his large hand patting his muscular thigh, cladded in his gray sweatpants. ‘Sit right here.’

To say I’m buzzing with excitement is an understatement. I swallow hard, before I walk over to him. I’m not letting him in on how my nervous system is breaking down. I step on his lap, slowly lowering my core to his groin. The barrier of his sweats and my tights together with my underwear appears to be quite a lot, however I already whimper.

August lets out a snicker, before he pushes my hair from my face. ‘What was that?’

‘Nothing.’

‘Liar.’ His tone is soft, but there is an edge to it. His hands slide from my thighs underneath my skirt and he holds my bottom firmly in his hands. August leans in, pressing a kiss on my cheek, on my jaw, on my neck, before he plants his lips on mine, while his hands force my core to grind against him.

Parts of me secretly hopes he is going to take off my clothes, but I know that my limbic system would just shut down, so I’m grateful he isn’t tugging on my clothes, a silent hint to take them off. He is kissing me like this is the last time he can kiss me, but truth be told, I’ve never kissed him before. Oh, I sometimes dreamed about it, because no matter how much I always kept him at arms length, August Walker is handsome, attractive and I would totally break my neck if he walked passed me.

My fingers are tangled in his hair and I’m so desperate for some sort of release. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so on top of the world and according to August, this is just our introduction lesson. If this is how the first time makes me feel, I can only guess how the next few times are gonna be.

August has hardened underneath me, his grip only tightening on me, his finger tips digging in my flesh.

A tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach and I whimper against August.

‘Look at that,’ he chuckles. ‘That’s quick.’

‘I’m sorry,’ I manage to choke out, as I place my forehead against his, while I accidentally pull on his hair. ‘I’m close,’ I whimper, but he can’t even answer to it, when this rush of ecstasy rushes through my entire body. Moans get stuck half way my throat, all while August continues on to force my core to grind against his clothed, but hardened cock.

‘Look at me, Grace.’

I manage meet his gaze, however I can’t stop my jolts every time pressure and friction is put on my clit.

‘One more for me, okay?’

All I can do is nod.

While it’s clear it’s midnight now, as the fireworks start to sound outside of our apartment, I can barely focus on the whole fact it’s the new year.

‘August,’ I sniffle and he presses a gentle kiss on my lips, before a strangled groan escapes his mouth. ‘I’m close again.’

He hums. ‘Me too, Grace.’

Pleasure is quick to take over the slight pain I felt, as my clit desperately needed some rest, but I cling onto August, holding him tightly as I ride out my high, his sounds of bliss filling my ear.

We’re a panting mess, I’m shivering on his lap as he holds me tightly against his frame.

‘Look at me.’

A simple command, but I look into his light blue orbs, eyelids slightly hooded. ‘Happy new year, Grace,’ he says.

I let out a soft chuckle, before I look at the mess we created. My underwear feels drenched, while I can see the dark spot on his sweater. ‘Happy new year, August.’

August smirks. ‘We’re gonna have so much fun.’

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #3 - mirror mirror

Summary: August has the brilliant idea for the usage of a mirror.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1k

Warning: Fingering, use of mirrors, female orgasms, teasing, overstimulation, blowjobs hehe

Masterlist // endeavors masterlist

August thought it was a magnificent idea to use a mirror today. I myself was not totally on board, but it was not a ‘pigeon’-like situation. He didn’t necessarily expound on why the mirror, but judging from his smirk, I think he likes me in this vulnerable position. He’s still wearing his boxers, while I’m wearing nothing. I’m sitting in between his legs, my own dangling over his. My legs spread, leaving my bare and open. I don’t want to look, never ever seen myself like this, however he doesn’t let me. ‘You’re breathtakingly gorgeous,’ he whispers, before pressing kisses on my shoulder. ‘Relax, okay? Lean against me.’

I let out a deep sigh, but do what he tells me. His hairy chest against my back, his large and calloused hands kneading the insides of my thighs. I let my head rest against his shoulder and he kisses my temple.

It starts off with some teasing and this building up, causes me to yearn for him even more. I already dig my fingers in his thighs, when he finally spreads my swollen lips apart, lubricating his fingers. I see in the mirror how shockingly wet I am, and I witness the first finger slip in way to easy.

I bite my lip, while I feel his other hand explore my body. His hand grabs my breast and he lets my nipple roll in between his thumb and index finger. I never knew how sensitive my nipples were, but when he pinches the stiffened bud, I let out a breathy moan. He pushes in a second finger and I hold onto his arm.

‘Look in the mirror,’ he tells me, ‘and see how well you take me.’

August has long and thick fingers and I watch them slip deeper. He brushes against the right spot. He holds my chin in his fingers, not allowing me to look away. I buck my hips to meet his fingers and he lets out a chuckle.

‘You’re eager, Grace. Promise me you continue to look in the mirror.’

‘I promise,’ I say way too quick.

His fingers let go of my chin, before they slide down and draw circles on my clit. It’s hard to look in the mirror when it feels so good and all I want is to lean back, close my eyes and relax, however I can’t, because I see the way August is looking at me.

‘You’re close,’ August notes, his voice low and deep in my ear, causing shivers down my spine.

I know I am and I try my best to not break eye contact with him, but then I’m overruled by bliss. I clench around his fingers, my legs shaking slightly as I ride out my high against his fingers. He doesn’t stop, I know he wouldn’t. He pushes a little, expanding my limits, even when I tell him I’m so sensitive.

Tempted to say my safe word, an overwhelming feeling of euphoria goes through my veins. Sure, I’m sensitive, it hurts a little, there is also this wonderful feeling of August continuing to rub my clit, to feel him push a third finger inside.

Tears run down my face, and despite having to fight every instinct and reflex of enjoying it with my eyes closed, I manage to look in the mirror again. He smiles, pressing a kiss in my nape. It’s so casual, almost like he isn’t fingerfucking me into tomorrow. But then my toes start to curl, my body becomes insanely tense, before the release and I hear my moans echo in the room and I come once more.

He stills his motions, not wanting to overwhelm me more, I assume. I witness his fingers exit me, before he brings them to my lips. They appear sticky and I realize that’s all my doing. I open my mouth and he pushes them inside, allowing me to taste myself.

‘You’re such a good girl,’ he whispers, as I suck his fingers clean. ‘I’m proud of you.’

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Some time went by, where I had to catch my breath, before I finally landed back on this earth again. I turn around in between his legs, before I pull down his underwear. He wants to tell me that it’s not necessary, but I don’t listen. ‘Shut up,’ I tell him. ‘Let me do this.’

He chuckles and doesn’t fight it, while I kneel in between his thick thighs, before leaning over and admire his large cock. While I would call sex disappointing, I’ve had quite the experience with blowjobs and I had not let August in on that fact.

I start out slow, my fingers wrapped around its base, as my tongue draws small circles around his tip. My eyes meet his and he has a lopsided smirk on his lips.

I wrap my lips around his tip, tasting the drop of precum on my tongue. Continuing to tease him for a bit, I finally open my throat and let him slide inside. He places his hand on the back of my head. He’s so big, I can’t take him all, but my hands don’t neglect the part I can’t take just yet.

‘Fuck, Grace.’

Feeling him this deep down my throat, I can’t stop but let out a moan and August entire body goes tense.

I exchange pumping with sucking and sometimes he’s deep in my throat, other times I’m just circling my tongue around his tip. But I can tell he is close and not long after I think that, spurts of cum are feeling my mouth. I try my best to swallow it all, but I feel some of it escaping passed my lips and slide down my chin.

I’m out of breath by the time the last drop is swallowed, but August doesn’t care. He pulls me up and kisses me, not caring there’s semen on my chin and lips. ‘There is one thing I don’t have to teach you,’ he says. ‘For fuck’s sake, Grace.’

And I smile. ‘I’m full of surprises, August Walker.’

‘You sure are.’

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #12 - insecurities

Summary: Grace is a little insecure after some comments, however August is right there.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warning: Weight/weight loss mention, minuscule spanking, boob play, mention of making love - this is quite the tame chapter.

A/N: These two are so fucking blind, it's actually hilarious

Masterlist // endeavors masterlist

August and I have this new arrangement, where I don’t wear my underwear in the house and only very short skirts or dresses. That last part we already did, but no underwear? I feel like my permanent state of mind is now… excited. Ready for him. Hungry. Horny. Desperate to be fucked.

I love taking him every second of the day. It doesn’t matter when or how and with me being unemployed again, I have a lot of time.

And on top of that, August praises me for how well I take him, no matter when, no matter where. And that has impact on me. If I wasn’t addicted to him already, I certainly am now, constantly craving him and the way he manhandles me.

We’re now wandering through the grocery store, deciding what to buy for the next few days. August nonchalantly pushes the cart in front of him, leaning with his elbows on it. But I can feel his eyes roaming over my body. I’m wearing a skirt and tank top combo—we’re outside and I am therefore wearing underwear—but this is one of his favorite outfits, especially because the jeans skirt is on the tighter side, just like the top.

Yes, I dress for him now too. Call me awful, but I like the compliments.

‘Okay,’ I say, as I skip the chips aisle. ‘Next up is some broccoli from the freezer.’

‘Where are you going?’ August asks me. ‘Come on, we always eat chips with a movie.’

I shake my head. ’No, I’m watching my weight a little.’

He glares at me. ‘Why are you watching your weight?’ August asks me. He then narrows his eyes. ‘Who said what?’

I walk back to the cart and I lower my voice as I tell him about what I overheard some of my family members say when I visited them the other day.

‘Is this so-called weight gain an issue for you?’ August asks.

I shrug. ‘Well, they are right. I kind of have a tummy and quite the love handles now and I can feel it a bit in my jeans.’

He scoffs. ‘Who needs to wear jeans when you can wear dresses?’ August asks. ‘It’s easy access.’

I smack his stomach. ‘I’m serious, August. I’m just going to watch what I eat for a few weeks and then I’m back in shape again.’

‘I think you look beautiful,’ August admits. ‘If you want to lose weight for yourself, then I am all in, but if you do it because relatives have the audacity to talk about your weight behind your back… Please reconsider and know that you are beautiful, Grace.’

I nod, my stomach turning because of his sweet words. ‘Can we go to the freezer?’

August places his hand on my lower back and whispers: ‘We can, but please Grace, don’t let their words get to you, okay?’

I almost melt into him, especially when his hands descend a little to the curve of my ass. But I don’t, fighting every cell in the process.

‘Promise me,’ he then says, his voice a few tones deeper and more demanding.

I smile sadly. ‘I promise.’

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In the car August had his hand placed on my leg and I kept thinking about what he said in the store. We still skipped on the chips and other things I shouldn’t eat, but I couldn’t shake off what he told me. I hadn’t noticed any weight gain either, but once I heard my relatives talk about it, I took a good look in the mirror and saw the imperfections immediately.

When I was with August, he made me feel confident and thanks to him I feel good in my skin. I don’t think I have ever looked better, so maybe I was being an idiot for listening to them.

We’re experiencing some traffic jam and I look to the side. I lean over to press a kiss on his cheek. I normally don’t do that, but before he can think anything of it, I say: ‘Thank you, for the pep talk.’

‘Of course,’ he says. ‘For fuck’s sake, what an idiots. Talking about you like that. The audacity.’ He gives my thigh a squeeze and says: ‘I’ll go back later to grab some snacks.’

I chuckle, placing my hand on his. We look like a couple, I saw us in the reflection of the store, but it’s talks like this that make my feelings go into overdrive. It’s moments like this where I wonder if we would make a good couple.

By the time we get home and are safe and sound in our hallway, August holds out his hand and I know what to do. I step out of my underwear, before I slip out my bra. After placing it in his hand, he chuckles and together we walk towards the kitchen. We put away the groceries, however I could’ve and should’ve known that August would make it perverted instantly.

I mean, he did make me hand over my underwear.

He smacked my ass a few times and when I stood on a stool to put the groceries away, he placed his hand on my inner thigh, his thumb dangerously close to my already aching center.

Once everything is stored away, August stands behind me as I prepare the coffee. His bulge presses against my behind and I’m honestly getting way too excited. My nipple harden and August kneads my breasts through the thin fabric of my tank top. ‘You know,’ he whispers, his lips close to my ear, ‘I like these tight clothes on you. Show off all your perfections and your curves. What I don’t like is all those slimy bastards staring at you when you walk by.’

I lean against his chest and he nips my neck.

‘But little do they know that I am the one to make you scream, make you cum and begging.’

August has taken off my shirt a little quicker than necessary and turns me around. The coffee is long forgotten, as he leans forward and presses a kiss in between my breasts. ‘I love these,’ he admits.

‘What?’ I ask him, not knowing if I heard him right.

He smirks. ‘I love your breasts. They are really distracting when we’re out and about.’

His tongue teases my nipple and I gasp when he sinks his teeth it. I allow him manhandling my breasts in only a way he can, however I reach a limit. ‘Stop teasing me.’

‘Tell me, Grace, what do you want me to do?’

That is a first. He never asks me that.

Words are nowhere to be found.

‘You know what you want,’ August pushes.

I take a deep breath, because I do. ‘Can you make love to me?’

‘Make love?’ he parrots.

‘Or don’t you know how to do that?’ I joke.

He rolls his eyes with a smirk.

‘It’s just that… I never really properly made love with someone before and… I think you can show me how.’

He nods. ‘I can do that, Grace.’

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I knew August did sex. I suspected he also made love, though I was never on the receiving end of it. Sure, it was sensual from times of times, but there was always this roughness attached to it. However my stomach turns thinking back about what just happened. Deep kisses, softer touches and the everlasting eye contact.

I know there is no turning back now.

I am falling deeply for him.

August gets back in the bed again, holding a glass of water for me. I gulp it all down and he takes the glass from my hands once I am done. He smiles and asks: ‘What?’

‘August Walker is capable of making love.’

‘Of course I am.’ He tugs me closer. ‘Not with everybody though. I don’t let my guard down like that with everyone.’

I turn on my side and he does the same thing. ‘So, I should feel special?’

‘Well, most of the times women just ask me to fuck them, not make love to them. You were the first who asked.’ He places his hand on my cheek. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘I feel good.’ I smile and whisper: ‘I feel beautiful.’

‘You should,’ he says. ‘You are absolutely breathtaking. You know… Ever since we started this, you have become more confident. You have blossomed. Despite losing your jobs, you bounced back from it and have only grown from that. From a shy lady to a confident woman.’

I curl up against his body, unable to say something.

‘Besides, you’re quite the slut being able to take me so well. I sure am a lucky guy.’

I pinch his nipple. He lets out a chuckle and I laugh as well.

‘Thank you, Grace.’

‘For what?’

‘For always trusting me.’

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #6 - a challenge

Summary: Grace is still looking for a job, but August is right there to make time go by faster.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warning: Usage of sex toys (vibrators, dildo's), female orgasms, overstimulation.

Masterlist // endeavors masterlist

It’s been two weeks and I still haven’t found a job. August tells me that I will find a job eventually. Parts of me believes him, but that is mostly wishful thinking. Sometimes I fear I’m never gonna find one.

However, being out of a job, means more time at home and August knows exactly how to get my mind off things. We’ve fallen into a habit of morning sex, every single time we wake up. Depending on who’s awake first, they walk into the other person’s room, gets rid of their clothes and within ten minutes, we’re already a sweaty and moaning mess.

I can safely say that during the time August and I have been doing this, I’ve been feeling more confident about my body than ever before. Before I would feel this tendency to cover up, to hide myself, but August never lets me. He holds my wrists in hands, pushes them in the mattress and sternly tells me I do not have to hide for him.

Sometimes I wonder whether or not there is more growing between us, because sex can either be tender or rough. Either way I trust him completely. However I am always quick to push those thoughts aside. August and I are just fuck buddies.

It’s his day off and August wouldn’t be August if he didn’t have something planned. The planning is totally none of my business, but that doesn’t really matter to me. Instead, I always allow him everything. The word ‘pigeon’ is never used, mostly because he takes his time and it appears he knows my limits better than I know myself.

Never had I expected August to have taken this so seriously.

As I’m preparing coffee, I hear August walk in the kitchen and before I can even say good morning to him, I feel his hand patting my behind. ‘Morning,’ he says. When he senses my lack of reaction because I’m utterly shocked and flabbergasted, he smirks. ‘What? I told you I’m an ass man.’

That’s not why I’m surprised. It’s the whole idea of his hands on my ass and the smacks accompanied by it, that make my feel very giddy inside.

‘I know,’ I say and while I try to act all coy about it and slightly flirtatious, I know he caught up straight away, making a mental note of it and will use this against me for when the time is near.

‘I’ve got a plan for you today,’ he says.

While every cell in my body is trying to fight against it, I can’t and it shows. My entire body is tense and ready for whatever he got planned for me. He must have had a lot of experience with women who are just at the ready for him.

And that realization always makes me remember the fact that we are just experimenting. Nothing more, nothing less.

‘Okay,’ I say.

‘So, at around three in the afternoon, I want you out of your clothes on my bed, okay?’

I nod. ‘Okay.’

He walks up to me, smiling and as he kisses my forehead, I feel his hand on my ass and before I can say anything about it, he gives it a firm smack. ‘I can’t wait, Grace.’

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Because I am an overachiever and a chronic people pleaser, I’m on the bed at three o’clock sharp, totally naked. He only leaves me waiting for less than a minute, still wearing the outfit for today. The jeans that hug his thighs perfectly, the grey t-shirt. I bite my lip, my core burning with anticipation. He places two dildos on the bed, one a little larger than the other.

I know he bought those by himself, knowing way too well that while I’m becoming more comfortable with my sexuality, sex stores still freak me out.

His name is already at the tip of my tongue, but I quickly manage to keep it in. August knows I’m desperate for him, needy for him, no need to give him more confirmation this soon.

There are times where he tells me what to do, using his words, sometimes only his hands and sometimes a combination of both. Not today. He grabs my ankles, spreads apart my legs and without saying a word, he kneels in between them, his lips starts kissing the insides of my thighs.

His tongue slides through my slit, my fingers gently tugging his hair. ‘You taste magnificent,’ he whispers.

Time goes by and during the entire build up, he has yet to let me cum. Instead, he withdraws his fingers each time I’m even remotely close and kisses my inner thigh, instead of circling his tongue around my clit.

‘August,’ I whine, ‘please, let me cum.’

He looks up, a smirk ever so wicked on his lips. ‘Be careful what you wish for, Grace,’ he warns me.

August is never too embarrassed to use lube in the bedroom. I once asked someone for a bit of lube and that same guy told me I was broken. The first time August grabbed it, I wanted to say something about how that wasn’t necessary and he sighed, telling me that you can never have too much lube.

And after his preparations, he slides the dildo inside, welcomed a little too eagerly. August once more checks in with me, but when I buck up my hips to him, he chuckles. ‘Eager little slut, aren’t you?’

It’s the first time he said anything like that and I let out a breathy chuckle. ‘Well,’ I whisper, ‘I thought you liked me like that?’

August and I look at each other and when I smile, he lets out a soft little ‘tsk’ before he says: ‘You won’t be such a smiley lady after I’m done with you,’ he says.

And I just know he’s right.

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Instead of smiling, I’m on the brink of crying of pleasure. Shivering, moaning and withering on the sheets. I’ve reached my high once, twice, thrice. Solely because August drilled that dildo in me and I can say: while I am used to his cock, I will use that thing for masturbational purposes when August isn’t home.

The dildo exits my cunt, dropped somewhere on his bed and he cages me underneath his frame. I’m trying to catch my breath, my legs clenching together.

‘Have I told you you’re a good girl?’

‘No,’ I manage to choke out. ‘You called me a slut.’

His lips are so close and I want to kiss him, however he doesn’t budge and I can barely move in the aftermath of what we did just now.

‘You kinda are,’ he chuckles. ‘You’re my slut though. And… You’re my good girl.’ His tone is low and brass and it sends the necessary shivers down my spice. I involuntarily let out a moan, because that’s what his words do to me. ‘And we’re no where near from done, Grace.’

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #5 - worn out

Summary: After Grace lost her job, August shows her he is a bit more than just a fuckbuddy.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1k

Warning: Sleepy sex. Spooning, female and male orgasms. Protected sex.

A/N: Surprise 😘

Masterlist // endeavors masterlist

So, today was a shit day. I lost my job. Instead of doing what we had planned (which was another—and I quote—lesson/training session for me to enjoy sex), August turned into a supportive roommate. Gives me food whenever I need it, offers a shoulder to cry on and tells me it’s gonna be fine when I need to hear that.

By the time it’s time for me to go to bed, I’m dog tired, exhausted from the mix of emotions, the crying and what not. August closes for the night and when he places a glass of water and some snacks on my nightstand, I catch myself asking him: ‘Can you stay here?’

We don’t always sleep in the same bed. Sometimes we do. Other times we don’t. But tonight I feel like I need him.

August nods and takes off his sweats and shirt, before sliding in the bed behind me. My eyes are already shut, when I feel his thick arm around my waist, gently pulling me closer to him. I’m in my go to pajama, a large shirt and a thong and I catch August slipping his hand underneath my shirt. His calloused hand against my stomach and I let out a deep sigh.

I grab his arm and push it up higher and his hand touches my breast.

‘Are you sure?’ he asks.

‘I am,’ I tell him and I feel him doing exactly what I wished he would do: toying with my nipples, and I let out a whimper, as I feel tension in my body slowly fading away. ‘August,’ I whisper.

‘Yes?’

‘Can you make me forget?’

The question rolled off my tongue and before I can regret it, August nods. ‘Of course I can.’

August has a way of getting me craving for him in a matter of minutes. Not long after I asked him to help me forget, I got rid of my shirt and underwear, somewhere thrown on the floor and from behind me, I can hear him rolling on a condom. We’ve had sex and he always puts on a condom, which explains the huge amounts of condom wrappers I’ve seen since he moved in. He holds my knee cavity, pulling my leg up which gives him all the access he needs. Without the usual preparations, he pushes his long and thick girth inside and a tired breathy moan escapes my lips when I stretch around him like that.

He gives me all the time to adjust, his lips pressed against my nape. ‘Good girl,’ he says. ‘I’ll take care of you, okay?’

‘Okay.’

His pace starts of slow, however as my moans echo in my bedroom, he lets his hand slide to my clit and my eyes roll back. I cling onto the pillow, my knuckles turning white.

‘Harder.’ It’s soft, sounding breathy and barely audible, however August heard it and obliges. Normally it’s him who decides when to pick up the speed, when to go harder or what not, but not today.

I need him. I need him to make me forget about how awful today was.

Every time he bottoms out, I’m one step closer to reaching my high.

I lean back against him, my eyes hooded as can’t stop my gasps. August smiles against my skin and whispers: ‘You’re doing so good.’

‘I’m… I’m cumming, August.’

‘I know.’

By the time I’ve come down from my high, he pulls out, before he turns me on my back. He kneels in between my spread legs and looks at me, taking in my features and deciding what to do next. I’m still trying to get my breathing in order and once my chest isn’t rising as fast as it was before, I feel him sliding back in and once he bottoms out completely, he holds my face.

‘You look at me,’ he tells me and all I can do is to nod.

I bite my bottom lip, his pounds harder than before and while I normally am very considerate of our neighbors, I can’t even be bothered to stay quiet. Despite being tired from all the emotions that ran through my body today—feeling sad, disappointed and hurt for being let go from the company I helped build up—I stay awake.

I will feel this tomorrow.

Caught by surprise, my entire body shivers underneath him and I cry out his name. He slams his lips on mine, drowning out the noises I make, when his hips stutter against mine.

The silence is daunting, the only things I can hear is our synchronized breathing and my heart pounding in my chest. He gives my thigh a firm squeeze, before he whispers something about how he is gonna clean up. August carefully pulls out and I shudder underneath the blankets. I turn on my side and it doesn’t take long before August slides behind me in the bed again, pulling my frame close to him, my back resting against his chest.

‘Thank you,’ I whisper.

‘Grace,’ he says, his tone raspy, causing shivers down my entire spine. ‘It’s all gonna be okay, I’m sure of that.’

It’s sweet, it’s darling and I take the words to heart as I drift off to sleep.

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #7 - accidentally

Summary: Grace discovers she can do something unexpected.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 0.9k

Warning: Squirting, male and female orgasms, unprotected sex.

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There is something so enthralling about witnessing August’s muscles flexing as he finger fucks me into next week. The locks of hair covering his forehead, the sex crazed look on his face and the roughness attached to it, is enough to make me cum for the next twenty times.

I don’t know what has gotten him worked up like this, but I am the last to complain. He’s been manhandling me for the last two days now, but in all fairness, I am taking it a bit too eagerly.

He comes home, slams the door shut and has me out of my clothes within two minutes and moaning with pleasure within ten. Today he even texted me, telling me to ditch my clothes and to be ready in approximately thirty minutes.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited.

‘August,’ I moan, my back arching as my toes are curling. I can’t even tell him I’m cumming, because pleasure takes over before I can even process it, however this feels different.

Fluids gush passed his fingers and this entire new sensation washes over me.

And by the time I rode out my high, landed back on earth again, I realize something horrendous. The bed is drenched, the insides of my thighs are and August is too.

He doesn’t say a thing and I’m worried he is mad at me.

We’re on his bed after all.

‘I’m so sorry,’ I say, whimpering when he withdraws his fingers. ‘I didn’t mean to, August.’

I push my legs together, feeling exposed all of the sudden. I feel this urgent need to cover up.

‘I… I will clean this up.’

I want to get up from the bed, however August stops me. He has a smirk toying on his lips, for the first time in days looking approachable. ‘Don’t apologize for this.’ He pulls me closer and I straddle his lap.

I shake my head and whisper: ‘I am really sorry.’

‘Let me tell you something,’ August says, his tone low, causing shivers down my spine. ‘I like it when you fall apart like this. I like seeing you riding out an high like that. I don’t mind having to clean up my bed afterwards, because you are a squirter.’ He leans in and kisses my cheek. ‘What I don’t like is seeing you like this. Remember, you are with me.’

I am unable to look at him. ‘I…’ But nothing comes out.

‘Grace, don’t. I now know I need to bring towels with me whenever we do this.’

I let out a chuckle and he gently holds my chin, forcing me to look at him. ‘So, not mad?’

‘Everything but even. I am now on a mission to make you do that again.’

﹌﹌

August manhandles me through the night. He folds me in the position he prefers and makes it worthwhile. After he turned me on my back again, sits in between my spread legs and wants to push his girth all the way in, I place my hand on his chest.

He looks up, his eyes clearly taking me on and he is considering every possibility. Am I in pain? Am I uncomfortable? Was it too much?

It’s all visible.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asks me, placing his hand on mine. ‘Tell me, Grace.’

‘I don’t want you to wear this anymore,’ I whisper.

August knows exactly what I’m talking about, yet he doesn’t make it easy for me. ‘What do you mean?’

I part my lips to allow the confession to be out in the open. ‘I want you to cum inside.’

He contemplates about it. ‘You’re on the pill?’

I nod.

A few moments go by. This isn’t what I usually suggest. When it comes to the agreement we have, I usually don’t suggest anything.

‘August,’ I whisper, allowing my hand to slide up to his cheek. I pull him to me and when his lips are close enough, mine brush against his. ‘Please.’

He peels off the rubber and pushes me deep into the mattress. I feel his length sliding all the way in and he tries to refrain him from letting out any sound, but a deep groan fills the room, echoes between the walls of his bedroom.

Once August bottoms out, our eyes lock and he smirks. ‘You feel so good, Grace.’

A shaky breath leaves my throat, while he holds onto my hips tightly.

Like we didn’t just decided to ditch the condom all together, he picks up his pace again and am on the receiving end of a sloppy kiss. I moan against him, my toes curling as I shiver underneath his body.

Judging from the sounds he’s making and the ruthless pounding, I can tell he is close and then I feel spill his seed. I let out a gasp of surprise, while he rides out his high. He stays still for a brief moment, before he pulls out. The bastard keeps my legs apart as he looks enthralled at the mess he has created between my legs.

His cum leaks out of my aching hole. I feel so disgusting, filthy and this adds a more pleasurable factor to whatever we are doing now.

‘You are never wearing that thing again,’ I tell him.

He smiles, squeezing my thigh firmly. ‘That’s not your call to make, Grace.’ But I know he’s on board with it, because that man looks ridiculously proud.

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #10 - bad girl

Summary: August is on a business trip, so Grace takes care of herself.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warning: Masturbation, squirting, dildo, female orgasms, slight tying of hands together.

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Remember when I was thinking about confiscating that one dildo for masturbational purposes? Today is the day. August is gone for three days on a business trip and he didn’t say anything about not touching myself.

Meaning I could absolutely touch myself. I am serious when I say that had he forbidden me to touch myself, I actually would’ve listened.

Goodness gracious, if only dogs were as well behaved as I was.

While it’s certainly not as fun to do by myself as it is to do it with him, I still indulge myself. After copying his methods for preparing myself, I use the suction cup on the flat surface of the floor and I let myself totally sink on the dildo. A shaky breath escapes my throat. Allowing myself to get used to the stretch, my mind instinctively goes to August. August fucking me into next year. August using his fingers, his tongue and his cock to make me see stars. August’s large hand leaving a mark on my bottom. August bending me like a pretzel to his own liking.

August filling me up.

There are enough things for me to think about, to dream about, to fantasize about. As I ride the dildo, my mind slips from one thing that happened to me in the other.

I bite my lip, trying to stop myself from moaning out his name, but I still do. His name—August—slips passed my lips in a dragged groan and I try to envision him holding me.

August burying his hand in my hair. August sinking his teeth in my sensitive nipple. August watching me closely.

Time passes by and I don’t care that I made a mess on my own floor. That I have to clean my spilled juices eventually. Just like August always does, I push myself. Normally I’d stop, but my hand finds the vibrator that’s ready on the bed. I press it on my sensitive clit and my voice fills and echoes in my bedroom.

I cry out from pleasure, not caring the echoes of my moans in the room. My breathing is so erratic and I’m ready to explode once more. One more time and then I can safely say I had a very productive afternoon.

Parts of me wished August could see me now. I crave his eye contact, his hands and his touch. I quickly realize what I truly crave.

August Walker himself.

The vibrations on my sensitive clit do exactly what I need them to do and my fingers find the off button quickly once I rode out my euphoric high. Totally sunken on the silicone toy, I try to catch my breath.

‘That was a beautiful show,’ August says from behind me and I shockingly turn around. I stand up, my legs nearly giving out on me because of the sudden exit of the toy and I grab a towel to cover up.

Goodbye wonderful orgasmic afterglow. Hello horrendous embarrassment.

‘You aren’t supposed to be home.’ Realizing there is a glistering dildo in the middle of the room, I stand in front of it. ‘You were supposed to be home tomorrow.’

August nods, his eyes only predicting bad news. ‘True, but I went home earlier.’

I shake my head. ‘This is absolutely mortifying.’

‘Why?’ he asks, leaning with his shoulder against my open door and pushing his hands in his pockets. I will just ignore the enormous bulge. ‘You masturbated and thought about me.’ He smirks. ‘I consider that a compliment.’

‘August, just leave, okay?’

‘Why?’

‘Because I want to die as we speak. You weren’t supposed to find out about this.’

‘Grace, I don’t understand what the big deal is. When I masturbate I think about you too. How do you think I got through those boring days?’

That was information I was not sure I was ready to hear. ‘What?’

He shakes his head. ‘Don’t be embarrassed, that’s all I wanted to say.’ He nods towards me. ‘Can I expect another private show or can we just ditch the toy and get to business?’

I have no idea what to say to him. My eyes don’t make eye contact with him, however he stalks up to me. Carefully he peels the towel from my body and once I’m totally naked, he takes me in completely.

He holds my waist, leaning over to press a kiss in my neck. ‘How many times did you cum, Grace?’

‘Three times.’

‘Three times,’ he repeats. ‘All by yourself. Such a good girl. What were you thinking about exactly?’

‘You,’ I admit, moaning as his hands slide from my waist to my ass. He kneads the flesh, while hie presses sloppy kisses in my nape, on my collarbone and my lips. ‘I thought about everything you already did to me.’

‘And you made quite the mess.’

‘I am sorry.’

‘I thought we were passed that station,’ he says sternly, a sharp smack on my behind, followed by two more, before he tenderly caresses the presumably red skin. I gasp for air, my fingers holding onto his shirt, knuckles turning white.

‘Right, right,’ I whisper. Slowly the embarrassment starts to flow out of me and all I care about is him. ‘I need you,’ I whine. ‘I need you so bad, August.’

He hums against my lips. ‘Get on the bed,’ he says, before he adds some more specific orders to it.

With my butt in the air, my back arched and my face in a pillow, August takes off all of his clothes, using his shirt to tie my hands behind my back. ‘You’re all nice and prepared for me,’ he says, his fingers brushing passed my swollen lips, already earning himself a reaction. ‘I think we can have fun.’

﹌﹌

There are times I hate it when August has me moaning—borderline screaming—with pleasure, but now it was all I need. I love being dominated by him, I love being underneath his frame, unable to move. He has his ways of making me see stars.

August cleaned me up and afterwards carried me to his own bed. Then he cleaned up everything—even the mess I created myself—and while I was under the covers, without something on my body, I can’t help but smile a little. Apparently August thinks about me too when he masturbates, which is a huge compliment in and of itself.

I wonder if there are other moments when he thinks about me.

August slides in the bed too and takes a hold of my wrists. ‘The shirt didn’t hurt you, right?’

‘No.’

‘Good.’ He pulls my body to him and engulfs me in a warm embrace. His naked body pressed against mine and I nestle my face in his hairy chest. ‘You don’t feel embarrassed anymore, right?’

I shake my head. ‘No.’

His hand roam my body in a non sexual way. ‘For fuck’s sake, Grace,’ August then says. ‘There is something so mesmerizing about seeing you like that.’

I giggle. ‘Stop.’

‘You have plans tomorrow?’

‘No, why?’

‘I kinda want another of these private shows and afterwards you ride my cock like you rode that toy.’

I let out a chuckle. ‘Well maybe.’

August hums in content. ‘I can’t wait.’

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #2 - introduction

Summary: Grace could've known that August would take this very seriously.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warning: Being in a sex shop, mention of safeword, female orgasm, use of sex toys

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‘So, what sex toys do you have?’ August asks.

Casual conversations with my roommate are over now. No more: what would you like for breakfast? Is pizza for dinner three times in a row okay or do we have to add some cucumber to balance out our meals?

It’s about sex now.

August and I put down some ground rules. We take it slow, he suggests something and I can always say no. Or in our case, I can say the world ‘Pigeon’, which can be used both during sex and when he is suggesting ideas we could do. Pigeon is one of the least sexy words and also one I would never use in the bedroom or activities as such, so there will be never miscommunication about it.

If I am unable to speak and therefore can’t say ‘pigeon’ August told me to pinch him and not let go until he stopped.

While I wasn’t necessarily thinking about the possibility of me not being able to speak, I did appreciate my roommate taking all these precautions to make sure I will not feel uncomfortable.

I take a sip of my coffee. ‘Why?’

‘I want to prepare myself,’ he says.

‘You want to use my sex toys?’

‘On you, yes.’

I shouldn’t gulp, but here it happens and he snickers when he sees my face. ‘I’ve got a vibrator,’ I answer softly.

‘That’s it?’

I nod.

It takes a while before he can properly answer me. He takes a sip of his own cup of coffee and says: ‘You and I are gonna go shopping.’

‘What?’ I ask. Shopping? Why would we go sho— Oh no, what?! ‘August, we’re not going to a sex store!’

‘We are.’

‘Pigeon, pigeon, pigeon!’

He starts to laugh. ‘What is so bad about a sex store?’

‘There are sex toys and people. Can’t we just order something online?’

August places the cup on the counter and walks up to me. He leans with his hip against the counter and says: ‘There is nothing to be embarrassed about. You can go incognito if you want. I’m not going to buy something outrageous, just two things, okay?’

I bat my eyes and whisper: ‘August, I don’t want to go into a sleazy store.’

‘It’s not a sleazy store. Okay, how about, you and I go there, you check the place out from the outside and if it’s not that appalling, you come with me, if you hate it, you wait outside.’

That’s a compromise I can live with.

﹌﹌

I hate to admit it, but this is actually a decent store. The woman behind the counter looks very sweet, the customers look like normal people and the interior isn’t too bad. August and I stroll passed the displays and he jokingly pulls me away when I’m absolutely dumbfounded when I see the things that are being sold.

Conclusion: I am very vanilla.

‘What did you even wanna buy?’ I ask him once I caught up with him.

August appears to look quite serious and he finally grabs something from the shelves. It’s a… vibrating egg with remote? He holds it in his hand, grabbing mine and pulls me with him. ‘We’re not gonna use it all today,’ he says.

‘All? You’re not done?’

He ignores me. ‘What’s your favorite color, Grace? Was it pink?’

‘Yes, why?’

‘You think this is cute?’

Oh no, it’s a pink dildo. ‘Pigeon,’ I say. ‘I mean it. There is a dildo in the size of your arm lurking at me from that shelf. I’m highly uncomfortable. August, can’t we just order more things online?’

He notices I’m serious, because he nods and says: ‘You know, you go wait outside, I’ll be right outside.’ He smirks. ‘We’re gonna have fun with this.’

﹌﹌

While I waited outside the store for him to pay, I could tell he bought more, but didn’t let me in on it. I hate to admit it, but being in that sex store turned me on a lot more than I initially thought it would and I think August knows.

August has dumped the bag in his room, before he followed me to mine, where he told me to grab my vibrator. I wasn’t the owner of a very luxurious one, however the vibrations do what they have to do and that was all that mattered.

The door of my room is closed and I awkwardly walk towards my nightstand, where I retrieve the vibrator. He smiles, before a dark chuckle follows and he takes the vibrator from my hand. ‘Look at me,’ he whispers, but the small command is enough for me to do what he wants straight away. Our eyes meet and he almost tenderly places his hand on my cheek. ‘Don’t be nervous. I’ve got you. I’ve got this, okay?’

While during New Years Eve, I had a sense of the more sexual side of August, there is something intriguing about the way he takes this so seriously. Sometimes I wonder if he’s always like this or if this is specially for me.

The sex noob.

In a matter of minutes, August has the both of us in just our underwear, slowly but surely peeling clothing off of us. With a certain expertise he unhooks my bra, but before he tosses the fabric away, he awaits my response. ‘Can I?’

I nod. I’ve been naked in front of guys I’ve had mediocre—okay, let’s be real: below average—sex with, but no one ever asked me this before.

With a small thud, the bra ends up on the floor and not long after that, I’m officially and totally naked. He’s in between my legs, his lips not once leaving mine. All that divides us, is the thin fabric of his boxers.

‘You trust me?’ he asks, his hand in the dip of my waist.

It’s such a deep question, especially for two people who are gonna fuck around (probably for more scientific reasons, because this is a very literal take on sex education), but I decide to honestly answer it. ‘I do, August,’ I whisper. ‘Of course I trust you.’

﹌﹌

By putting my trust in August, it almost feels like I’ve handed over my control to him. It’s the way he kisses my entire body, allows me to get used of his fingers near my most intimate region, and how he slowly pushes down the walls I’ve built around myself. I know I never show my bed partners how I truly feel, always putting on a facade.

But not with August.

The vibrations against my sensitive clit, I’ve been so used to doing it myself, but when someone else is holding it, decides when to press it against the bundle of nerves, it’s so different.

So much better.

My brain is buzzing, my heart is pounding. Never had anyone done this, with this much confidence and this much expertise, forcing me over the edge time after time after time.

I’m clenching around his fingers again, and sobs of pleasure fill the room. August finally takes a pity on me, carefully pulling out his digits, before he removes the vibrator from my clit. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asks, a wicked grin toying on his lips.

‘Sore,’ I chuckle, my legs slightly shaking still. ‘Fuck, August, you didn’t even rearrange my guts and I’m already in this state.’

August plops down next to me and lets out a satisfied sigh. ‘I’m that talented.’

I smack his stomach. ‘Shut up.’ I turn to the side and can’t help but notice the tent in his boxers. That sure is promising. My hand slides from his stomach down to the waistband and before he can say anything, my hand slips underneath the band. My fingers trace his hardened cock and he lets out a groan. However he then seizes my wrist and says: ‘You don’t have to do that.’

‘Why not?’ I ask him. ‘You did all of this for me.’

He shakes his head. ‘Not yet. It’s not part of the program yet.’

‘You have to call it a program?’

He smirks. ‘I do,’ he chuckles, ‘because I have a plan for you. For us.’

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #11 - handing over

Summary: After losing another job, Grace decides to ask August something

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 0.8k

Warning: unprotected sex, rough sex, female and male orgasms.

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Life is shit. Life doesn’t want me to be happy. I lost the job again. Me, Grace Stanford, lost another job within six months. How? I see no reason that me being a sex goddess in the sheets makes me a lousy employee, so there is no correlation in that.

August understood I needed space, I needed to gather my thoughts, so the ever so sexy roommate, changes into the sweetest human being alive. He gives me snacks, he gives me his sweater after the sleeves of my own are drenched with my snot and tears and most of all: he tells me he’s right there when I need him.

After hiding in my room for who knows how long, I finally manage to push myself from my bed and I walk towards the living room, where I find August sitting on the couch, watching some television. His eyes meet mine. He doesn’t ask anything, not even when I use my pointer finger to usher him over. He clicks off the television and walks up to me.

‘August Walker,’ I whisper, ‘can you please, pretty please, do something?’

‘Like what?’

‘I don’t care. I don’t want to think, I’ll do whatever you want to do. I need to forget this day exists.’

He nods. ‘Of course,’ he says. ‘I can arrange that.’ He leans over to my ear and whispers: ‘Make sure within two minutes you are naked on my bed, Grace.’

﹌﹌

When I tell August I don’t want to think, he takes that very seriously. He doesn’t even allow me to think. To have one thought process even. He decides like he always does, but as he kisses me almost tenderly, my head goes into this whole other dimension.

Vaguely remembering him eating me out, using a vibrator and fucking me senseless, while my bottom feels raw from the numerous spanks I’ve received. Orgasm after orgasm flows through my body and for once I don’t care I am drenching the bed with my juices. Because the thing I wanted to happen happens.

I forget.

My entire body is shivering and shaking and August leans over to kiss me. ‘It’s okay,’ he whispers, ‘you’re alright.’

And then the sob that has been stuck in my throat for who knows how long, escapes and I shake my head. ‘I’m sorry.’

He pulls me in for a hug, whispering it’s all okay.

‘I lost my job again,’ I whisper. ‘What if I never get a job again?’

‘Come here,’ he says, his tone so soft and gentle. I curl myself up against him, his protective arms providing me the safety net I desperately crave now. The hatred towards myself slowly vanishes, realizing that maybe it’s not me. Maybe I am not the reason I lost my job.

The throbbing feeling in between my legs is background noise when he kisses me. I arch my back, melting against him. At first the kiss is sweet, but then it turns sloppy after I moaned against him, feeling his rock hard erection against me. ‘I need you, August,’ I whisper.

‘What?’

‘I need your cock,’ I say, my tone pleading as I beg. ‘Pretty please, I really need it.’

‘You sure you can handle that?’

I nod. ‘And please don’t go soft on me.’

My head buried in his pillow, my back arched in the position he likes it and his hands kneading the soft flesh of my bottom. Moans drown out into the pillow. He bottoms out completely and I ignore the dull pain I slightly feel. My mind is blank, exactly how I want it.

Rough thrusts, skin slapping against skin. I whimper in the soft material, as I feel him so deep.

He picks up his pace and I start to sob. ‘Don’t stop,’ I tell him after he asked me if I was okay. ‘Please don’t stop.’

I have to cum one more time. I have to have that release once more. Maybe then I will feel better.

My toes start to curl in absolute ecstasy, fisting the pillow as I come down from my high. Every thrust causes me to whimper as I’m driven into absolute overstimulation, however I don’t care. His thrusts become sloppy and slightly erratic.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feeling of his hot cum spurting inside of me and I instinctively clench around his cock, almost not wanting to let him go. August groans as pulls out, smacking my ass harshly.

I want to speak, but he doesn’t let me. Instead, he takes care of me in a different way than usual. While his cum streams down my legs, he quickly cleans me up and carries me to my own bed, He promises he will be back and once he is, he gets in the bed with me, pulling me close to him, not once letting me go, not even when I start sniffling for the umpteenth time.August kisses my forehead. ‘You’re okay, I got you.’

‘Thank you,’ I whisper.

‘Of course, Grace. Of course.’

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #9 - friends over

Summary: Grace discovers she loves spanking and when August has friends over, they find a way to continue their program.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1k

Warning: mention of spanking, orgasms, squirting, dom!August, some sex, also some usage of sex toys.

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A few days ago, August and I tried something different and that was spanking. To say I am officially obsessed, would be a gross understatement. I don’t know what it was about it, but the anticipation, the waiting and the slight pain I experienced, only for it to be followed by the most tender aftercare I’ve ever experienced. And I know he is an ass man, whenever he gets the chance, his hand wanders and slides down. It’s more subtle when we’re in public doing groceries or something else mundane outside, it’s a lot less subtle when we’re at home. Frequent pats, a firm squeezes, always followed by a squeal from me and a chuckle from him.

So, naturally I dress for the occasion. Shorter skirts and dresses at home and he often time slips his hand underneath the fabric. When we’re on the couch, he often time ushers me over, solely for me to sit on his lap, his hands cupping my ass.

August has friends over now, so I’m just lounging in my room, with my laptop at the ready for a nice night of Netflix. Realizing I want some tea and some snacks, I drag myself out of my room to head for the kitchen.

‘Hi guys,’ I say to them and they hold up their hand. Apparently some sort of sport is on the tv tonight and for some reason guys have to get together for that, with some beer and junk food and it’s a fun night out.

When I enter the kitchen, August is quick to follow me. We’re out of sight for his friends. He stands behind me, his lips close to my ear and he whispers: ‘You couldn’t be bothered to put on some pants?’

I stare down at the oversized sweater and the sport socks. ‘I’m wearing shorts underneath,’ I say, lifting up up the sweater so he can have a look.

‘Are you wearing a bra?’

I shake my head. ‘I’m in my own house, August, I am not restricting myself.’

His hand finds the bottom hem of the sweater and he pushes up the fabric, placing his hand on my bare side. ‘And that while we have guests over’

‘You have guests over,’ I say. ‘I was gonna watch a movie.’

I grab a bag of chips, while the water is boiling in the kettle, but I can barely function with the way his hand is traveling up. The fact there are people in the living room, makes me bite my lip, especially when his hand cups my breast. ‘You know that pink toy you have in your nightstand?’

I nod.

‘You know what to do.’ He kisses my temple and whispers: ‘We’re gonna have some fun, Grace. Just keep it down a notch, okay?’

﹌﹌

The movie is very hard to focus on, when I have a toy stuffed in my cunt and I have no idea when August is turning it on. I could’ve and should’ve known that when he bought this toy and installed the app on his phone, he would put it to use, but I hadn’t expected it to be quite like this.

My legs clenched against each other, the vibrations brushing against the sensitive spot and I bite my bottom lip not to make any noise. Oh, August, why did I allow this?

The familiar feeling boils in my stomach and my legs shiver as I ride out my high. I can take matters into my own hands, pull the toy out, but I don’t. Handing over control to him, is probably why I enjoy this so much. Not having to think, not having to take matters into my own hands.

Just him. August Walker.

I squirm on the bed and take a few deep breaths when August takes a pity on me in the living room. No way in hell am I following this movie anymore, the vibrations a delightful distraction. I bury my face deep in my pillow, so the sounds that do escape, are not heard in the living room.

The door opens and when I look up, August has a smirk on his face. ‘Look at you,’ he says with a smile, closing the door behind him. ‘I’ve got a few moments to spare,’ he tells. ‘Take off your clothes.’

He leans against the door, the barrier between me and the hallway. While the living room is semi far away, I’m still a little nervous.

But I strip out of my clothes like he told me to and he bites his bottom lip. With only his hand he tells me to spread my legs and then the vibrations start again. My eyes roll back, still sensitive from before and much faster than I intended, I tumble over the edge, placing my hand over my own mouth, yet still a soft moan escapes. I’ve officially drenched my own bed now, hating myself for this to happen.

August stalks up to the bed after he turned off the toy, holding my chin in his hand, before he says: ‘It’s okay, Grace. You know how much I love seeing you squirt.’

I nod. A quick peck on my forehead follows.

And then he says: ‘They are leaving in forty minutes. When I call your name, come to the living room.’

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Forty minutes passed, he called my name and I went to the living room. That’s when I experienced sex on a table for the first time. It’s a good thing we barely have guests over who dine at our table, because we mostly sit on the couch anyway, because I don’t think I could ever look at someone normally again, after the things we did on there.

August drew me a bath and after a few moments of puppy eyes from my side, he got in the tub with me, sliding behind me and allowing me to rest against him.

It’s the moments in aftercare where I realize that I’ve truly been missing out on sex. And I wonder: what if August Walker has ruined me for everyone?

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years ago

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endeavors #8 - something new

Summary: Two months have passed and August decides to challenge Grace a little bit.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warning: Cockwarming, buttplug, female and male orgasm, unprotected sex, overstimulation

Masterlist // endeavors masterlist

We’ve been doing this for approximately two months now and I can say my horizon has broadened. August and I have grown closer and while I wouldn’t necessarily say we’re fallen more towards a relationship, it’s nice to have someone I trust so much. He knows me and my limits almost better than I do myself and afterwards, usually when we’re sticky with sweat and I’m trying to catch my breath, he often times presses long kisses on my lips.

It’s almost romantic, but I often times remember myself that we’re just in it for sex. He’s teaching me how to enjoy every aspect of sex.

‘Two things,’ August announces.

When I said it was almost pavlovian how I respond to his authoritarian voice, it’s now proven itself: my core starts to burn and tingle with excitement and I almost grow hungry for him, desperate to have some sort of coital intercourse with him. Eager for whatever he has planned.

‘Okay,’ I say.

He sits on the coffee table and his knees are caging my legs in between his. He leans in closer and says: ‘One: you and I are gonna do something new.’

‘What is it?’

‘You are gonna keep my cock warm,’ he tells me. ‘Right in your pussy.’

I swallow hard. I love feeling him inside of me, especially since we have thrown away the condoms around a week ago. Every vein, the way he’s shaped, I love feeling him like that. Ditching the condoms was the best idea we’ve have and it made August even more eager.

But having him inside for who knows how long? I think I can get used to that.

‘Okay,’ I say.

‘And two,’ he continues, ‘you’re gonna have this one in too.’

In his hands he’s holding a tiny butt plug, one perfect for beginners. I saw the things they had in the sex shop—the same one we have visited quite a few times now—and that made me very nervous, but I think this is doable.

‘Okay,’ I say.

With his other hand, August holds my cheek and pulls me in for a short little kiss. I wonder if he kissed the other girls like this too. Deep down I hope he doesn’t.

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August knows exactly what he does. Preparing me with the lube, whispering it’s all gonna be okay and softly instructing me what to do. And then I feel the butt plug slide passed my puckered hole and once it’s inside, I let out a strangled moan.

‘Good girl,’ August says, squeezing the soft flesh of my behind, probably admiring the view. ‘You took that so well.’

His hands roam over my body, before he tugs me closer.

‘Come on, sit on my lap.’

While I’m in no clothes at all, August has all of it still on, his sweats slightly pushed down and I grab his hardened cock, before I straddle his lap and allow myself to slide onto him. The stretch causes me to gasp for air, but I feel my tight walls wrap around him and once I sit on his lap, feeling his cock deep inside me, I try to say something, however I can barely mutter something out.

My eyes roll back, when he shifts a little and he moves slightly. He holds my sides and lets out a chuckle.

‘Fuck,’ I mutter, ‘you feel so good.’

‘You do too, Grace.’

I try my best not to move, but fuck, that is incredibly hard. I rest against his chest, while his hands slide from my waist to my ass.

I don’t know how long we’re sitting there, but it feels like eternity. August teases me, by sucking on my nipples, thrusting up or brushing his thumb against my clit. I can’t stop me clenching around him and my whimpers become more frequent, slowly turning into moans, as it does things to me and my state of being.

‘August,’ I whine, ‘I need you to fuck me.’

‘Look at you,’ he chuckles. ‘I don’t think you’ve ever begged like this before. Sounds good.’

‘I can’t do this anymore,’ I cry out.

He gently tugs my hair, forcing me to look at him. ‘If only you could see yourself,’ August says, a wicked grin toying on his lips. He sloppily kisses my neck, leaving marks behind.

My hips start to grind against his groin, however he catches on quick.

‘What’s this?’ he asks. ‘What are you doing?’

‘I need you to fuck me, August.’

One second passes by, two and it turns into five seconds of complete silence. He grabs me by my hips and lifts me from his cock. Before I can whine about it, he throws me over his shoulder and carries me to a bedroom.

‘You have a tendency to make a mess,’ he says, ‘and since we have guests over every now and then, we need to keep that couch clean.’

When he drops me on the bed and sees the slight blush I have on my cheeks, he shakes his head, a tsk followed.

‘Sorry,’ I whisper.

‘None of that.’

He swiftly takes off his clothes and kneels in between my spread legs, my center burning and aching with desire. August drags his finger over my cheek and says: ‘I’d like the neighbors to know my name, okay?’

I nod. ‘Okay.’

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I think the neighbors are now familiar with his name. Each time I tumbled over the edge, clenching around both his cock and the butt plug, it caused me to wail out his name and seeing me like this… I know it did things to him. The shift in his eyes, the way he was determined to make me cum.

August’s fingers dig in my cheeks. ‘Look at me.’ And through the tears, I try to find his eyes. ‘Just a little while longer.’

I sob as I cling onto his arms, desperate to be filled up again like he always does. I want to be filled, because for a few horrible seconds I can feel like we belong together. Like he and I are something more than platonic fuckbuddies.

And afterwards I feel awful for thinking that, for allowing myself not only to be horrendously addicted to him, but also for letting myself fall for him.

He shoots his cum deep inside of me and I let out a whimper as I feel the spurts of semen. He doesn’t pull out straight away, instead he looks at me. ‘This is gonna be a weekly thing,’ he pants. ‘Part of the program.’

And all I can say is just one word. ‘Okay.’

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