#auguststilza

August had always been a designer of few thoughts, he hated deadlines, absolutely despised them so why would his heart skip beats every time the new cleaner, {reader}, nagged him to 'hurry with the uniform' as if he would ever listen!! he hadn't even measure {reader} yet!!!

So far, every time {reader} made a nasty remark August's face would get overheated, words dying in his throat just as he opens his mouth.

Although, today was the day that changed: {reader} came up to August asking for his uniform again, which finally made him snap "i don't have your damn measurements!!" August scowled {reader} freezes. he didn't even realize August hasn't measured him yet.. "hmph, fine then measure me damnit" {reader} huffs. arms on his hips.

And that's how you ended up in his room, getting told to strip because 'it helped get accurate results' so you do, tugging off your shirt as your pants fall down, muscles rippling, flexing arms and standing still "mm c'mon hurry measure me"

You just stay there, standing awkwardly, eye twitching, August's jaw drops, you looked so much better than he imagined, although staring too long would.. be dangerous, he steps forward, "ok i-I'll start now" and he does, wrapping the tape around your chest, attempting to grope your chest

and you notice.

"Oi dumbass you keep touching me there" smirking condescendingly as his face pales, deciding to take initiative.

You kiss him, lips fitting together like the last piece in a puzzle, your bodies press together heatedly as you pin him to the messy bed to go further, tongue slipping into his mouth, panting as you pull back, drool slobbered over August's face

"Fuck princess.. look at you all hard, got this excited from kissin' me?" words dripped off your tongue smugly, smirking as he quivered, whining as a palm prods against his crotch.

It was too much, way too much, he couldn't take it anymore, pulling off his overalls, leaving him in a loose shirt and some uncomfortable boxers.

August sighs as his boxers get removed, revealing his hard shaft, your mouth was salivating.

he looked so fuckable right now.. why not just do it?

You grin, yanking your own undergarments down displaying your own erection.

Your wet fingers trail to his puckered hole.

"m' gonna fuckin ruin ya you whore" growling, shoving 2 fingers up his ass, ripping a gasp from August's throat "h-hey!! d-don't your going too fast.." he complained, whining from pleasure. "that's the damn point.. you ready or not hm?"

August tried to respond, response being cut short with your dripping digits being pulled out and shaft being pushed in, in one fast, harsh thrust.

He whines, arching his back as you pound into him, the pace was unbearable, he could feel you in his guts "fuckin' slut you feel that good from me huh? how pathetic" august could feel tears of pleasure and sorrow welling up as he struggled to keep up with the rate of your thrusts.

looking down he saw

quite a noticeable bump in him stomach, face flushing, squirming as your thrusts grow more sloppy, chasing both of your releases, hitting August's prostate straight on, that was the final straw, he wailed, his dick squirting out a feeble amount of cum. As his hole tightened, signaling your own release, painting his hole white, instantly pulling out, making him pout.

"what a tramp, still beggin for me huh?"