#thisislwkeyass

chubby!reader x pathetic!August Stilza

Cw: masturbation, voyeurism, stalking, (mention of) body worship, sexual fantasies

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August was so fucking done for.

He stared into the monitor in front of him, the light illuminating his room.

On the monitor was you, in a guest room inside of the cleaners HQ. He'd been enamored by you since the day you first walked into the Cleaners HQ, delivering much needed supplies. He vividly remembers staring at you- your body. You were filled out, unlike most people on the ground who lacked the necessary nutrients- but you, oh my god you- and your hips, so big and addicting, every time you walked, you seemed to sway teasingly, showing off your ass to whoever stood behind, and oh boy was August lucky to be the one behind you.

And then your breasts. He didn't wanna stare, but how could he not? The way they swelled against the tank top you wore- it was beautiful. They were flushed pink, most likely from the heat, and shone with the thin sheet of sweat that covered them. He remembers how his eyes never left you and your figure the whole time.

That night he came into his fist, moaning your name as he finished.

The next week you came back. Outfit tighter.

This time you were there to deliver supplies to him. He attempted to hide the flush that crept up to his face as you addressed him directly. Being taller than you, he had to look down, and the sight from there, wow. He could see the fullness of your breasts, how they were held up by your bra. He could smell you too. You smelt so sweet, with a slight musk that came with a day's work. Had he had no shame, he would've bent down and planted his face into your breasts, licking at them and sucking until they were red and raw.

Fuck he was getting hard.

He was quick to excuse himself, jerking off in his workshop at the thought of you, chasing your scent- or whatever of it lingered in the air.

You knew this. Of course you did. Anyone who didnt

notice the blatant staring and the obvious swell in August's bottoms was one stupid man. Good thing you weren't. You brushed it off the first time, thinking nothing of it when he openly stared at you, looking you up and down like a meal. It was only the second time it happened you were sure- the artist had a crush on you. Not an innocent high school 'see you in the hallways' crush, no.

You weren't oblivious to the fact that after he would abruptly leave, he would reemerge with his overalls all mussed, skin sweaty and breath slightly labored. After that, you started being more deliberate. Bending down when you knew he was near, pushing your breasts forwards subtly, wearing tighter garments- and like a fish he took a bite of the bait, despite the consequences that came with it- the consequences being running away at critical moments where he was needed because he couldn't help but get hard.

So when he heard that you were scheduled to stay at the HQ in the foreseeable future, he couldn't help himself but put a camera in your room. He initially felt guilty screwing on the camera, even moreso when he hid it behind wallpaper.

And now here he was, hand on his half hard cock as he gawked at you through the monitor. He bit his lip as you started to strip, his grip on his clothed cock getting tighter- it was almost as if you knew he was watching- with the way you carefully peeled off every piece of clothing on your body, swaying your hips as you pulled your pants off.

He was humping his own hand now, biting back moans as his eyes stayed glued to you- and fuck you looked beautiful. The way your breasts spilled oh so slightly out of your- obviously tight- bra, the way your ass bounced with every step, the way your stomach looked so soft- probably felt soft too, he would think, throwing his head back as he groaned.

Looking back at the screen, his hand stilled and he felt his face drain of colour- you were looking at him- well, the camera, but your eyes, your gaze were directed at him. He felt a deep shame and heat rise to his cheeks at the realization-

He had been caught.

But instead of getting mad, disgusted, or scared.

You winked at him, and he stared back in confusion. You turned your back to camera and began the performance.

You made a show of touching yourself, caressing your thighs, then moving up to fondle at your boobs. August could only stare in awe, jaw slacked as you moaned at your own touch. Your hands then caught the hem of your panties, pulling them off teasingly. August felt like he would cum right then and there, the view of your ass so overwhelmingly arousing- he felt like he was gonna overheat with how hot his body was getting.

You sat on the bed in the room, making sure the front of your body faced the camera. Spreading your legs open, you slid a hand down to your pussy, teasing it with two fingers. August's mouth parched as you started to moan so freely, hips moving against your palm, your eyes on the camera.

August, was quick to pull his overalls down, his dick springing free from its confines- his hand had never been faster, gripping his cock and dragging his palm from his base to his tip, occasionally teasing his wet slit, spreading precum all over his palm.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, mind now filled with filthy fantasies of what he'd do to you if he got his hands on you.

He fantasized about eating you out, smiling against the wet heat of you pussy as you rode his face, spreading liquid sin all over his chin and mouth. He wouldn't mind just being there, letting you sit on his face- or his cock, as you worked. Sobbing against you, begging for release, to touch you-

He looked back at the screen, snapping out of his deluded fantasies.

You were now cupping your breast, fucking yourself on two fingers.

You were close, he could tell. Good thing he was too.

Your hand sped up, and he watched you as you squirted all over your fingers. And just like that, the string snapped-

August let out a loud moan as he came, cum sputtering out of his cock, hand vigorously jerking his cock, riding his orgasm out.

He closed his eyes, panting as post nut clarity hit him.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the monitor. You were standing infront of the cam, naked.

'come down here, August!'

He turned the monitor off and skipped to your room, ready to get his night rocked.