˚⁀➷｡august stilza x afab!reader. fed up with how long your orders take, you decide to flirt your way up the priority list. it seemed genius and it worked, but somewhere along the way you caught feelings. as august undergoes an “art block”, you offer to help him. femme lingerie/costume, edging, oral through fabric (fem receiving), thigh fucking, biting, august is eccentric. navigation.
risu had a very easy idea of how to do this, and liked the idea and tweaked it a tiny bit, hopefully the guest who requested doesn’t mind! risu really likes august as a character, and wanted to write for him soon, so risu was glad someone requested him first. please read the tags/warnings thoroughly before proceeding under the cut. mdni.
you’d been with the cleaners for a long time now, several years, to the point you’d think that maybe you’d get some priority over other orders, but no. it’s not even like you give him a deadline, but it’s been this way for as long as you could remember now. every single time you’d ask august for even a minor revision it’d end up taking him months. his excuse? he had no inspiration or was too busy with something else to focus on your request.
the last straw was when you’d checked up with august that morning, coming to learn he hadn’t even started despite you asking nearly three weeks ago for something so minor you thought even you could do. he must of seen the look on your face, waving you off and telling you he will get to it when he does, and to leave him while he was still feeling creative, making his way over to a different uniform you swore wasn’t there when you came by last time to ask for his help.
if that was how he wanted to play this game, you’d comply. no inspiration? got it, you’d give him some. instead of storming off, the bottom of your heels clicked against the floor, swinging yourself closer and wrapping your arms around his hips from behind as you feel him stiffen. you bend in, nuzzling your face into his chest, cheek smushed against it as you bat your lashes up at him while he’s in a rare moment of shock. “what would it take for you to feel motivated enough to start on my request?” you pester, biting at your lower lip.
the rest was history. just seeing your expression and feeling your body against him was enough for august. for the first time it seemed like he actually saw you rather than another colleague. you weren’t opposed, as it was sort of cute the way he finished so quickly and proudly exclaimed the extra modifications he did, just because he felt inspired. it wasn’t a bad feeling having his attention, nor was it bad that he now prioritized your orders. what was bad, however, was that you finally realized that you were dropping by august’s workspace more and more often, without anything to even ask for. you couldn’t deny it to yourself, humiliating so, that you actually enjoyed being in his presence and became enamored with his little quirks you picked up on whenever he worked on something. just sitting there in silence, admiring the master at his craft.
it was annoying how charmed you were with him, but the way he looked so happy as he came shouting and barreling down the hall for your attention, presenting you with something you never requested but told you he made just for you. the gifts started off normal, saying he thought these designs would look good on you, and they did. they were the class august style, baggy but comfortable, making it easy to move in and accented your charms just right. it was all normal, until now.
august was in a severe drought. he had zero motivation and inspiration, but never exactly told you why. he had basically cried into you about how no one understood how hard it is to be creative, and you consoled him as his face was smushed into your thighs, which you’ve come to learn was his go-to and likely poorly disguised fetish, as neither of you making actual moves on each other yet beyond small touches. “awe, i’m sorry to hear that. is there anything i can do to help?” you ask him, since you’ve gained a real interest in his workflow for awhile now.
august immediately perked up, pulling you to your feet and shaking you about like you gave him a good idea before he rushed to pull off a curtain you always wondered about, but he never let you peek, revealing hidden mannequins. in front of you laid five similarly designed outfits, making you wonder when he had time to do all of that, and was it in secret? you barely had time to think as the concepts of the designs finally set in. none of them were like his typical designs, loose, large, loud. these designs were lewd, scanty, and definitely made just for you.
you and august had a bit of a flirt going on, but you never thought he’d make the first move. he didn’t even seem the slightest bit abashed, even citing you as his art block. “your clothes are close to perfect, yet so far! i can’t take it!” what an awfully bold thing for the designer of said clothes to profess, but he continued on. “i sketched and sketched countless designs but nothing…! i even put my ideas to work and yet they fall short, like there’s something missing! put them on for me.” he threw the last bit in casually, and you wondered if it’s the artist in him that made him so comfortable with asking you to try on the lingerie and costumes he designed for you.
you licked your lips. you didn’t hate this development, biting down as you actually enjoyed the attention he was clearly giving you. “are you going to turn around?” you ask him as you choose one of the designs to try on first. yet again, he seems to have no concept of embarrassment. “no!” he shouts back, adamant that this was a part of the inspiration process, that maybe by watching you change and try on the clothes he can figure out what was wrong with it. he said it with such force that you were beginning to believe his words.
all of them seemed like variants of your uniform, but more so in the way of lingerie or sexy costume. it was completely different from his regular work, you thought he didn’t even know how to design “sexy” in the first place considering his personality. what you did notice, however, was the way that each of them had really revealing thighs, confirming your suspicions of his fetish as it clearly reflected in his art. the colors were all chosen specifically to suit your complexion, the care in the littlest details melting your heart.
eventually, you settled on the third design, beginning to strip with you eager artist. “slower!” he orders you as you slip the outfit on, staring intensely as he watches how the sheer material of the illusion neckline gives you a classy yet powerful oomph, highlighting the soft material and pattern of your bodice. it was a little bit too loose, and you saw him taking notes from a book he grab offed his messy table. the experience felt sensual, yet also not. like he was genuinely taking every single piece of your body into consideration, what could he do better? is the material good? does it support you well?
you finish putting on the rest of the set, your stomach exposed as the sides expand out and into a type of frontless, layered ruffle bustle skirt that fades into sheer, emphasizing the panties connected to the bodice. some flesh of your exposed thighs were dug into by the tighter garter belt. “this part is a little bit tight, might need to fix it.” you tell him, and he listens, though you don’t believe he’s going to actually fix it judging by the way he’s staring so intently at them. you return to wrapping the neckpiece, all ruffled with a big bow on the back that kisses down your spine, slipping on the bowed and frilly tiered socks and matching frilly detachable tiered sleeves to complete the look.
you thought you were done, giving august a twirl and waiting for him to comment on it, but instead he fetches something out of a messy pile of fabric. heels. he gets down on his knees as he ushers you to sit down, putting them on your feet one at a time. “i’m starting to see where it can be improved! but it’s not yet all right!” he tells you as he scoots back a little to look up and admire the piece. it’s like something was still lacking, or that he wasn’t happy with the material, just something he couldn’t pinpoint yet.
feeling bold, you decide to pull him closer, his breath fanning at your clothed pussy, fingers curling into his hair as you coo at him. “mm, how about we test try it to figure out what’s wrong?” august swallows, tongue darting out and licking through your panties with his long tongue. he presses your thighs firmly against his head, making you squish him as his nails dig into your flesh, face buried deep. he doesn’t remove the panties, no, he intends to get over this block and figure out what’s wrong by fucking you with it on. every reaction, every jolt, everything that you give him he’s going to analyze and make the greatest design yet, but to do that he’d need your cooperation.
you were surprised at how good he was with his mouth, watching the way yours went agape and cries of pleasure left you as he bites down every now and again, muttering incoherent things about the fabric. in fact, his rambling you couldn’t understand turned you even more on, hips jerking against his face as you squeeze him hard enough that you may actually suffocate him, but he seemed more turned on than ever. you wished for his tongue to actually be inside of you, but when you try to slip the panties aside, he smacks your fingers away, chastising you. “don’t interrupt! we’re trying to figure out how to fix this enormous issue, first and foremost!” he pushes you further back against the chair, lapping at all that he can as your grip tightens, but he pulls away at the last second.
you gawk. the nerve of this guy. “this is all your fault, making me feel like everything is not quite enough, that there’s still something more, that i can’t stop until i make it my ultimate design!” he pries away and you can see the obvious hard on, but he has too dedicated to his craft at the moment. instead, he writes down his observations before returning back to your pussy, repeating the process several times until your a whiny and needy mess, being edged and edged in the name of getting inspiration and finding what he needs to alter. your legs quiver, desperate for release, but he never quite gives it to you. instead, he finally repositions you onto his desk, your back laid flat against it as he spreads your soaked thighs, covered in bites, saliva, and all sorts of fluids.
he pulls at your garter ever so slightly, just enough for it to slap against your skin. “see, it’s not that tight. i don’t think that part needs to be changed in the next version, so we’re keeping it.” he tells you, pulling down his pants. you figure that he’s finally going to pull the panties aside and fuck you, but no. instead, he frees his long and slender cock out of his boxers, rubbing the slicked up thing against your clothes pussy. he adjusts his grip on your thighs, making it so he’s fucking into them, cock pressing against your pussy enough to stimulate you as you, so oversensitive from the past hour of edging, find yourself gasping and moaning at. the underside of his cock kept rubbing you through your panties, how you desperately wished it could of been inside of you, but this was just enough to get you going as well, sending waves of pleasure through you.
“mnngh..!” he groaned, his pace a little all over the place, frantic, grin on his face as he watches the way your eyes roll back, giving him ideas on his next hit pieces. maybe you’d look good with ribbons caressing your thighs as well? or would you like it if the neckpiece was just a bit tighter instead? oh the adjustments he was thinking of making, inspiration flowing through him as your reactions made him hard and desperate to make his way into your warm and neglected pussy, but alas, work comes first.
augusts grunts became louder and more frequent, his mad ramblings continuing as you yank him by the hair, shutting him up with a kiss as pleasure crashes through you, your orgasm hitting you hard after all the build up. your thighs squeeze at him hard as he stops moving all together, his cum shooting out and coating your stomach and ruined panties as you break the kiss, watching his pant like crazy. his lowers himself, arms trapping you in his embrace as he catches his breath, nuzzling into your neck. “i think the exposed stomach is also going to stay, but adjust the fabric of the panties to be more transparent.” even after having the orgasm of a lifetime, august was still focused on making the best design for you. it took a bit of work and flirting to become his favorite in the first place, but it something you never regretted doing.
©️kittyrisu
risu still has a kitty!jabber and tamsy req. the tamsy req is gonna take a bit longer since risu is almost completely caught up with the manga except for a few new chapters and will read those soon then work on the req as risu likes to stockpile chapters. the kitty!jabber req is about halfway finished, and risu has a personal draft of an enjin/gris threesome with kitty!hybrid reader. risu also feels really bad like risu is spamming the smut tags since this is the third day in a row risu has posted, so sorry to everyone who may be annoyed by that.
