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valkavill · 4 years

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Oh my god, imagine him sitting behind his computer telling you how you should please yourself. "grab your breasts for daddy, yeah like that, good girl" "wish those fingers were mine don't you? god do i want to ravish you love" okay i need a cold shower

Warnings: Smut, Mutual masturbation, bodily fluids, daddy kink

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Title: Burning for you

Henry misses you when you’re away. No, scrap that. He burns for you.

Waking up without your soft body breathing next to his is just not the same. You usually travel with him, but for the first time you’ve been gone for too long and things are starting to get a little bit too strenuous.

Every goodnight call leads to an onslaught of dirty words and which ends up with gasping in each other’s ear as Henry describes word by word the things he’d do to you. Video chatting seems to have the same effect when 10 minutes into a conversation Henry breaks with longing.

“I miss you, I need your touch, angel, let me see you”

You’re a bit shy to try it at first, everybody knows these things are risky, but when you see his endearing smile and that look of admiration on your laptop’s screen your guards melt into a puddle.

Besides, he had to wear that blue top which he knows very well what it does to you. The cheeky grin on his face turns him in right away. Yes, that asshole did that on purpose.

“Tits or get the fuck out” you tease playfully at his request.

Henry chuckles and then immediately slings his shirt over his head, exposing his hardened hairy chest and puffing it for demonstration. “Now you, princess”

You bite your lip and blush with exhilaration, looking down, you grab the hem of your shirt and start peeling it off.

“Ah-ah, do it slow, angel, daddy wants to savor on you like the delicious treat that you are”

You scoff and shake your head lightly, slowly and sensually discarding your top. Remaining in your plain bra, your hand rests on your forearm and you give him an innocent look, knowing those big doe eyes gets him every single time.

He sucks his bottom lip in, his eyelids heavy with lust while he trails his ocean blue eyes languidly down your body with a low hum of appreciation.

“Now your bra” his voice drops lower, a small gravelly sigh slurs at the end of his command. You follow his demand, fingers pushing the straps down your skin while your eyes remain on his. The cups loosen, exposing a hint of your erect nipples.

You watch as his hand disappears below the desk, hearing his belt clicking and the soft brush of leather. Your body immediately reacts, your center shuddering as you associate the sounds with what naturally comes next. Warm, thick arousal coats your center while Henry shifts, giving you the full view of his thick cock. It stands ready in his hand. His fingers ascending lazily, his thumb caress the arrowhead of his erection.

“Go ahead, angel, show me everything”.

Obediently, you let your bra fall and stand from the sofa to push your denim down your legs, remaining in nothing but a red lace underwear. You sway your hips gently as you roll your panties down.

Henry’s breath becomes ardent, eyes blazing at your naked form. His hand squeezes at his girth tightly with a guttural growl.

“Leave them around your knees and bend over on the sofa”

“Like this?” You ask, moving to kneel on four on the soft surface, making sure you’re in a position where he can see your slippery folds as they glisten with sticky lust.

“Yes” he heaves “Arch your back, I want to see your ass sticking up for me, like you would when I come home and fuck you from behind”

You groan just from the mental image, one hand reaches down below your torso, beginning to massage your swollen cunt. “Daddy” you whimper, circling your clit roughly.

“That’s a good girl for daddy” Henry groans, he pause to spit on his hand and then reaches to grab his aching cock again, tugging more urgently as he sees you playing with yourself for his display. “You want daddy’s big cock fully inside you?”

“Yes” you ache, your fingers alternating between entering your slit and playing with your clit. Both Henry and you fight to keep your gaze on one another, gasping heavily, imagining your physical reunion. Seeing his large cock twitch and swell between his hand while he moans so desperately makes you fantasize about his thickness stretching you out. You throb with pleasure, spasms of hot frenzy thread through your core and you enter three fingers inside you while your thumb press onto your clit.

The clinking sounds of Henry’s belt and the lewd slap of his flesh gets you even closer. “I want to feel you” you whine, nearly breaking into a cry. You miss him so much, you need the heat of his skin, the coarse hair of his body brushing against your tits while he violates your cunt.

“Fuck, angel, daddy is gonna come deep inside that pussy once he’s back”

Shuddering at his words and the phantom sensation of his semen inside you, the warmth pours from inside and you come contracting around your digits, throwing your head back with his name spilling from your lips.

White thick ribbons sprout from his cock, coating his finger as he grunts beast-like and husky. A sheer layer of sweat coats his furrowed forehead while he slumps back in his chair and stares at you with his mouth gaping. You lie down exhausted, hugging a soft pillow while staring at your man in the afterglow of your orgasm.

“Just a little while, angel” he promises, a small drowsy grin stretching between his cheeks.

“Daddy is gonna be back home soon”

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Getting away with it (7/?)

Summary: August Walker was dead. At least that’s what people believed for almost 2 years. When the CIA found reason to believe that he was alive they made it their top priority to find him. Including sending one of their best female agents to recruit his twin brother. Walter Marshall.

Pairing: August Walker x Reader (Walker) + Walter Marshall x Reader (Walker)

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 2.321

A/N: We learn a little about what August is exactly planing and it ain’t good

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Evie had slept like a stone. Giggling she brushed her teeth, watched by her mother who was suppressing a grin at the amount of white foam in front of her daughters mouth.

“You remember what I told you about Walter yesterday?” Walker asked. Evie nodded.

“I won’t tell.” She slurred, the toothpaste going everywhere, making Walker roll her eyes as she chuckled. Evie spit out the toothpaste, turning around to Walker.

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Lost Boys - FIVE

Characters: August Walker / Captain Syverson / Walter Marshall

Word count: 1.392

Warnings: Mute on purpose. Lots of crying. Encouragement. A bit of fluff. More crying.

Author’s note: Everything in this story is a figment of my imagination, with inspiration and snippets from the movies ‘Mission: Impossible - Fallout’, ‘Sand Castle’, ‘Nomis/Night Hunter’. This is pure fanfiction. If something doesn’t make sense, it’s not supposed to.

I do now own any of the characters from the movies that I write about in this story. Only the OFC’s are mine.

Tag: @katerka88 @littlefreya @hell1129-blog @mitzwinchester @mary-ann84@valkavill @sciapod @henry-cavlll @luclittlepond @iloveyouyen @trippedmetaldetector @radaofrivia @omgkatinka @gothwhopper @fcgrizi @vania-marie @alyxkbrl @readings-of-a-cavill-lover @singeramg @mis-lil-red

Feedback is appreciated. Seriously, please tell me all the good and bad stuff, else I won’t be able to develop into a better writer if I don’t know what I’m doing right and wrong. I swear I don’t bite.

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Title: Sucker

Summary: Henry gives the reader a present for her birthday.

Pairing: Henry x 1st Person Reader

Word Count: 2489

Warnings: All the things. ALL. THE. THINGS.

A/N: So this is Song Drabble Request #8! Dedicated to @luclittlepond, as today is her birthday. Happy Birthday, dear! I hope you love it! (thanks to @littlefreya and @agniavateira for Beta’ing, this one was a BEAR)

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I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Henry had bought me the outfit I wore to go along with my birthday request, and while I felt slightly shy, I also had never felt more exotic and seductive in my life. The soft lace of the black and lavender teddy was gentle on my skin and the colors complimented my skin tone. It wasn’t a corset, but it was built with enough support that it smoothed against my curves in all the right places. Combined with stockings, garters, and a beautiful new pair of heels, the entire outfit was quite appealing.

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Lost Boys - FOUR

Characters: August Walker / Captain Syverson / Walter Marshall

Word count: 1.429

Warnings: Meeting lost family. Changing minds. Cursing. Alcohol intake. Sinister planning.

I do now own any of the characters from the movies that I write about in this story. Only the OFC’s are mine.

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rendezvous.

A/N: Is possessive Napoleon a thing? Cause I made a small one. Here is a little imagine for our favorite spy guy. Also, I did this one in an all male perspective. Y'all seemed to really enjoy the last one, hope this one does not disappoint!

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The Crystal Ship - Part 1

Summary: Henry is the most dangerous crime lord in England, he has everything he wants and women throw themselves at his feet, but what really gets him off is what’s hard to get.

Pairing: AU! Mafia Boss!Henry Cavill x OFC (Ash)

Word count: 4.8K

Warnings: Smutty Smut, MaleDom Vibes, Stripping, Bad language, Sexual innuendo, dry humping, bodily fluids.

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for a while and I only hope you guys will like it. As usual, I am nervous. It was supposed to be a one-shot but ended up being longer than I expected so I am dividing it into two parts for now. Many thanks to @agniavateira my sweet beta and helpful muse. Cover designed by me.

Please leave feedback 💖🥺 and more importantly, enjoy.

Title: The Crystal Ship

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Can you write a smut scene with Henry or Sy where the reader needs silence and shushes him so they have sex without making a noise?

Okay I’ve been wanting to do this for a while! 😇

Warning: Fluff to Smut, Breeding

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Little ice crystals formed onto the window’s glass. Henry glimpsed outside, looking at the heavy blanket of snow on the ground, an opposite of the warmth inside.

You were crouched on four on the white carpet, with Oliver sitting on your back, giggling hysterically as you neighed like a horse.

Heather and Charlie invited you to stay with them for Christmas and what a wonderful time it was for Henry to see his beloved nephews and niece. Being the great brother and sister in-law, you suggested to babysit the kids while the two went out on a date.

Naturally the kids loved you, especially the young ones, maybe even a little bit more than “uncle Superman”. Henry was a little bit jealous but the envy in his heart melted as he saw the sight of you with a child.

The thoughts about you being just as wonderful with his child were invetible. He wanted to start a family of his own almost more than anything, yet he didn’t want to pressure you into it and make you feel like the only reason he married you was his need to reproduce. It was much more than that. You were his everything.

Charlie and Heather returned after a crazy night of clubbing, teasing you two for being “old wankers” as you both had a beat look on your face. You sat with them, listening to their stories while Henry had you in his lap, his arm wrapped around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder.

Something felt different, he was softer than usual, stroking his thumb over your belly button through the covered shirt. Whatever it was you felt it too, you wanted this life, having the chaotic living room games with Henry, yourself and someone that was a creation of your own.

As night drew near, you went to the guest bedroom, Henry leaned against the door and watched you with admiration on his blue eyes while your rubbed lotion over your exposed legs.

“What?” You chuckled, almost embarrassed.

“I loved seeing you with the kids this evening” he answered, looking you up and down.

“I love them” you answered “Olie kinda looks like you”

“It’s the curls” he admitted and moved to sit on the bed next to you, his hand resting on your thigh and his fingers reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“And that gorgeous chin” you added and punched the dimple beneath his mouth.

You looked at one another’s eyes quietly for a prolong moment. Warmth and excitement swimming in the hues of your gaze. You took a deep breath. Your voice came at the same time

“Do you want to make a baby?”

You chuckled but the rest of your laughter went into Henry’s mouth as he leaned to kiss you lovingly, he held onto your cheek with one hand and you gave into his touch, falling into the softness of the mattress with him lying on top of you.

“Have you taken your pill yet?” He inquired between languid kisses. You moaned at the feverish sensation of his fingers venturing from knee to thigh to find the band of your panties and peel them off erotically.

You uttered a breathless no as his teeth sank into the fat of your breath through the green satin of your nightgown and his erected cock pushed against your torso.

Suddenly the thought of him coating your walls with his thick semen became ten times more arousing. You shuddered inside, slick with desire.

“Henry, fuck” you reached to slip him out from his boxers and felt the veins pulsating between your fingers as you squeezed him. “Put a baby in me”

He growled against you chest and pushed your legs apart, lining your slit with his manhood.

“Can you be quiet?” He wondered as he pressed the head of his cock between your swollen petals.

You were moaning from nothing but his lips on your neck, you knew you won’t be able to keep quiet, you never did. He is was too much in every sense, an ardent lover who knew how to stroke every spot inside you.

You shook your head at him and he smiled. His hand went over your mouth and he kissed your forehead apologetically as he pushed inside you.

You cried into his hand, feeling him sink deep into your abyss, his cock an anchor, splitting though the ocean between your legs. He plunged into you passionately, holding onto his own groans which cane as husky gasps.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and your nails bit into the muscle of his ass, urging him to thrust deeper, you orgasm was already building up, the coil inside your gut stretching as he made hard slams into your cervix.

He was bottoming out, grinding roughly against your little nub with every push and pull. The friction of his large body sent little white waves of pleasure that crushed onto your shores, pushing you higher and higher through and endless sky.

“I’m going to come inside you and make you mother” he half whispered in your ear, leaning closer while his hand was still clasped around your jaw. It was all you needed to hear while his cock filled you. You were swempt away, crying into his humid palm. Endless ecstatic waves licked you within as you flew into bliss. Henry kept fucking your through your orgasm, his cock swelling between the suction of your walls. He removed his hand and replaced it with his mouth, groaning helplessly inside you.

He held for another moment, lost to his own pleasure until finally he stilled with an angry thud into you and filled you with his seed.

You laid sweaty in his arms while he brushed the rouge sticky hair from your forehead and looked into your eyes enamored, realizing this starts a new chapter of your lives.

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Getting away with it (6/?)

Pairing: August Walker x Reader (Walker) + Walter Marshall x Reader (Walker)

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 2.067

A/N: I’m getting more excited with every chapter I post from this. I hope you like this one too. I can’t wait for you to read the chapters ater this omg

Masterlist

Part 1 >> Part 2 >> Part 3 >> Part 4 >> Part 5

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“There are no post stamps and there’s no sender on the package. What do you mean you don’t know how it got here?” Walker asked.

“I meant exactly what I said. I need more time.”Krieger from Evidence said. Walker shook her head, knowing that he wasn’t to blame for all of this.

“Please try to find out quickly. I have a daughter to take care off.” She said. He nodded and walked out again. She saw Marshall looking at her from across the room as she got back to her seat.

“Now… Let’s just continue with our briefing until we know more.” Miller said. The group out of Marshall, Walker and Agent Kormann, who had worked with August after you had left active duty nodded.

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Getting away with it (5/?)

Pairing: August Walker x Reader (Walker) + Walter Marshall x Reader (Walker)

Warnings: gun violence

Wordcount: 2.390

A/N: Are you guys ready for some plot? Cause there’s a lot of it in this

Masterlist

Part 1 >> Part 2 >> Part 3 >> Part 4

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Walker woke up with a serious headache the next morning. Groaning she opened her eyes, looking out of the window of her bedroom. Sighing she pushed herself up, finding a bottle of water and some advil on her bedside table. Frowning she looked around. The left side of her bed was untouched, like it had always been in the last years.

The last thing she could remember was Marshall telling her about his daughter Faye. But after that…

Taking the advil, drowning it with the glass of water she slowly climbed out of bed, hoping that a shower would help her over her hungover.

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Worship (Chapter Four, Part One)

Title: Worship

Summary: August puts on a front, but he finally receives the care that he truly needs.

Pairing: August Walker POV x OFC

Chapters: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four (Part One) |

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Oral sex

A/N: Hey guys look, a new chapter!! I needed some soft!Aust badly. This chapter is being divided into two parts for the sake of flooooowww, cause it was getting hairy there for a moment; thanks @agniavateira for that wonderful idea. Also thank you to @yespolkadotkitty for the beautiful banner that I COMPLETELY FORGOT to use!

I should hopefully have the second half to you later this week! Enjoy, my lovelies!!

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I’m outside Eden’s door, flowers in one hand and the terrifying and thrilling, mysterious package she had mailed to my place in the other. I’ve knocked three times, but there’s been no answer, so I check my watch again. 7:03pm; I know I was on time. Hmm.

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The Islands

August Walker x WOC Reader

Word Count: 3.1k Content Advisory: Nasty smut! This is just straight up prn, y’all. Male masturbation, fingering, oral performed on a male, penetration, unprotected sex (use condoms, people!), creampie, light choking and spanking, maybe a little bit of spit. Summary: One-off panty soaker, August lands in Fiji to do some recon (and maybe relax) but meeting a beautiful bartender at his resort changes his priorities.

This is purely a work of fiction. I do not own Mission: Impossible or any related characters. Please do not reproduce my work without permission. <3

Sweat snaked down the back of his neck as August stepped out of the Nadi International Airport and into the hot Fijian sun. He inhaled deeply, savoring the salty air mingling with the floral scent from the lei around his neck and slight smokiness of the city smog. A gentle breeze from the ocean danced through the light cotton of his shirt, teasing his chest hair and a lazy smile found its way across his lips. This was why he had asked to fly into Nadi instead of Suva, while August loved Fiji, he preferred to be as far as possible from other tourists.

He easily located his car; the sleek black sedan was the same in every country. His driver greeted him warmly, and August indulged the performative friendly chatter as they made their way to his resort. Gazing out the window, his eyes flicked over the scenery. The sky was so incredibly blue that his eyes watered behind his Ray-Bans and he looked out over the clear ocean, satisfied with his decision to do recon on the mark here instead of in Phoenix. The opportunity had presented itself in Arizona, but something instinctual had told him to wait, and changing his plans a little to come here had been worth it. The islands had always called to him, and it truly was paradise.

After he checked in, he headed up to his suite. There was no need to feel hyper vigilant here, he had stayed at this resort a few times and had planned exit routes and even a jump bag stashed away in a vent in the basement laundry room. Checking his watch, he saw that he had at least three hours to kill before it was prudent to start setting up the surveillance equipment. His mark was still in an airplane somewhere above Japan and he couldn’t risk the bugs or cameras being found by a nosy maid.

He decided to take a shower before thinking about dinner, the smell of the airplane lingered in his hair and he really loved the complimentary shampoo this place used. Under the hot water, he groaned slightly, willing his muscles to relax. His body was a masterpiece, he made sure of that, but he couldn’t deny that he needed a massage. The thought of soft, small hands kneading into his aching back and shoulders made his cock twitch slightly. Reaching down, he stroked his length absent minded, images of all of his favorite sexual exploits flashing through his head. As he tightened his grip, his thumb grazed over his head feeling the stickiness of precum and he picked up the pace of his strokes. He was starting to barely get close, he closed his eyes and jerked faster, imagining the hot water streaming over him was fingers and his hand was a sweet, wet mouth. Just as he felt his balls begin to tighten against his body and his cock surge with blood, his phone rang.

“Fuck,” he muttered. Briefly, he considered finishing, but the insistent ringing and buzzing had fully distracted him, and he could already feel himself softening. He rinsed his hands and cock and splashed water on his face before he turned off the shower and climbed out. Wrapping his waist in an impossibly soft towel, he checked his phone. The notification was from a program tracking his mark’s flight, apparently the plane from Tokyo to Suva had been delayed at least four hours. August snorted, annoyed. He was faintly irritated from the sexual frustration of being so close without getting to finish and the reason he had left the shower could easily have waited. Frowning, he dried off and dressed in dark slacks and a loose white shirt. He didn’t bother tucking it in, this was Fiji after all. Decorum was more conspicuous than leisure. Since his plans were on hiatus for the foreseeable future and his loins were noticeably aching, he decided to explore the resort, maybe find an abandoned wife or horny college girl to charm and throat fuck. There were a couple bars and pools and if necessary, he could go down to the beach where desperate, fuckable women were as far as the eye could see. August glanced at his reflection as he left his suite, smirking slightly at the generous amount of chest hair he had left exposed.

As he made his way to the main bar, he amused himself by flirting with the women he passed. A lingering gaze with the mom whose four kids were screaming around her, the smallest wink at a group of sorority girls, obviously looking at the ass of a young woman who was clearly with her new husband. August smiled to himself, knowing that at least one of them would think about his face next time they came.

The bar was surprisingly quiet, there were only three other patrons, a couple of business guys with their suit jackets tossed over empty chairs and an older woman who was wearing a floppy hat and sunglasses inside and slurping her drink out of a fake coconut that was bigger than her head. August settled himself on the other side of the bar, he wasn’t in the mood to have conversations with any of these people, but there was no rush to move on. Maybe he’d have a drink or two before heading to the pool or rooftop bar.

“Bula,” a soft, musical voice greeted him and his breath caught when he looked up. The girl standing in front of him was literally breathtaking. Recovering, August nodded and cleared his throat, looking down at the bar to hide how flustered he felt.

“What would you like? We are about to be on Happy Hour, our special cocktail today is called the Skull Crusher, it has coconut milk, rum, fresh pineap—”

“Bourbon? Neat.” He cut her off, but she took it in stride. Her smile was practiced, just genuine enough to throw off suspicion, but he could tell she was annoyed with his rudeness.

“Of course,” she replied. She turned to examine the bottles behind her and he caught a peek of her ass, perfectly round even in her unflattering black pants. Her hair was pulled up and adorned with a single flower, like all the other women in service jobs and he glimpsed a tattoo on the back of her neck as she reached to the top shelf. His eyes devoured her as she poured his drink. Beyond her ass being perfect, her breasts and tapered waist looked like the perfect size for his hands and her long, slender neck made her movements seem more elegant, even turning her head was a graceful motion. She had large brown eyes and plump, juicy lips, he could tell that her cupid’s bow was natural and not an illusion achieved with make-up. Long fingers and tiny, delicate wrists with no rings or bracelets, but again he could see the tiniest bit of ink emerging from under her long sleeves. As she set the glass on a black paper napkin in front of him, he wondered hungrily how much of her body was tattooed.

“Four Roses?” He asked.

“Michter’s,” she responded. August cocked an eyebrow, impressed. She smiled, vindicated from his earlier abrasiveness. “So, did you just arrive? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“Mmm. Just landed.” He sipped his bourbon, relishing its smoothness.

“Welcome to Fiji, Mr…?”

“Walker.”

“Mr. Walker. Are you here for business or pleasure?”

“Hopefully a little bit of both,” he replied and they shared a smile at his cliché. She moved away to check on the other bar guests and he watched her, hungrily. There was something compelling him to her, it was more than desire, he felt a carnal need for her body. Glancing back at him, she grinned but didn’t blush under the intensity of his gaze. Instead, her motions became slightly exaggerated, she knew how to lean so the curves of her body were most alluring. He couldn’t hear exactly what was being said, but her laugh tinkled out as she flirted with the business douche bags across the bar. Clearly, August observed, she could hold her own with men. Though she was engaged with these two, her performance was meant for him alone. The guys seemed to be preparing to leave, so she stayed with them, tempting them to do shots and even convinced them to shotgun a couple of cheap beers. As they left, he saw each of them slip her $100 bill.

At this point, another bartender came in to start his shift. The two shared a few brief words and smiles before he went to attend to the older woman and her massive coconut. The girl came over to August and slid him another Michter’s.

“This one’s on the house. I’m going on my break, but Waisea will be happy to get you anything you need that I haven’t provided,” she said, coyly. August raised his eyebrow at her again and she winked before walking into the back. He drained the last of his first drink and moved onto the second, feeling slightly defeated and a little puzzled when he noticed there was something scrawled on the black napkin.

In shiny gold ink, under his glass was a message: Meet me in the alley. 3 mins. Smirking, August took another sip of bourbon before getting up and calling to the other bartender, “I’ll be right back.” Waisea smiled and waved in response.

He walked back towards the bathrooms, but instead of entering he kept going down the hallway to a single door. Trying the knob, he found it unlocked and he opened it quietly. He stepped out into a small alleyway, there were a couple empty milk crates and a pair of dumpsters against the wall. As August walked up the alley, it began to get a little darker and more secluded as the trees thickened and before long, he found her. She was leaning on the bricks, smoking a cigarette, her hips jutted sensually out to one side and her top button was undone.

“You found me,” she purred.

“You shouldn’t smoke. It’s a nasty habit,” August scolded, walking towards her. She raised her gaze as he stood in front of her.

“One of many,” she replied, flicking the cigarette to the ground and crushing it under her shoe. Then she took a step forward, closing the space between them. They didn’t touch just yet, he closed his eyes and inhaled the intoxicating mix of her pheromones, the Fijian air, and her perfume. It smelled like jasmine and his cock was starting to harden again.

“Get on your knees,” he murmured. She obeyed, keeping her eyes locked into his as she knelt. He unbuttoned his pants and felt her soft hands interrupt his as she slid down his zipper and rubbed him though the fabric of his briefs. A low moan rose in his throat as he widened his stance and reached out a hand to stabilize himself against the wall. Gently, she pulled out his cock and he heard her gasp at the size. He smiled to himself. She stroked him a few times, getting him even harder, he looked down, enjoying how much bigger he looked in her small hands. Kissing his engorged head gently, she ran him over her lips, coating them in precum like lipstick. Then her lips parted and he slid into her mouth, the tip of his cock brushing the back of her throat.

Her tongue began swirling as she bobbed on his member, hollowing her cheeks to provide more suction on his rigid length. She was sloppy, her lipstick smeared and faded, he liked that, her saliva was now fully coating him and she used both hands, twisting and caressing him as her mouth worked his head. He had never had his dick sucked like this before and soon, he was gasping while she worshipped him. One of her hands found his balls and she massaged them gently as her other hand worked in tandem with her tongue and lips. Switching between flicking and swirling to long, broad licks, her tongue was magic, completely undoing him and she never broke the seal of her lips, sliding them rhythmically along his entirety. He began thrusting, gradually moving with more force as he chased the release he had been denied earlier. He drove all the way into her, feeling his cock lodge into her throat and just as he was about to cum, she gagged and pulled away from him, coughing.

His cock was glistening with moisture from her mouth and he pulled her up roughly by the shoulders, pressing her against the wall. He lowered his mouth onto hers, tasting the salt from his precum as her lips opened to his tongue. Delving into her mouth, he tangled his fingers in her hair, releasing her loose curls from the tight bun, she met his tongue with her own, dancing as they explored each other. She guided his other hand to her breast and he squeezed through her shirt, enjoying her yelp. August abandoned her mouth and kissed down her neck, careful not to leave any signs of his lust, other than the faint redness from his scruff. His hand left her breast and slipped under her shirt, caressing her stomach and ribs before wedging under her bra to pinch her hardening nipple. He returned to kiss her, but she was incapable, mewing and gasping into his mouth and his rubbed her tits.

Reaching down, he rubbed between her legs, the cloth covering her slit growing moist under his fingers. Quickly, he undid her pants and after wetting them in her mouth, he dove his fingers into her silky folds, noting the swollen nub of her clit as he swirled her slick entrance. He inserted a finger and her body stiffened with the sensation, her hot wetness clasping him and sucking him deeper. Adding another, he scissored them gently, she groaned and let her head fall into his shoulder. She raised her leg off the ground to grant him as much access as she could with her pants still on. August returned his thumb to her clit, pressing and rubbing it gently as he fingerfucked her. He hooked his two fingers, finding the hardening patch of her g-spot and began kissing her neck again as she clung to his back while her body rocked and convulsed around his fingers.

“Ohhh, don’t stop. Ple—don’t stop! I’m about to cum! Oh fuck!” He clamped his free hand over her mouth to muffle her as her orgasm quaked through her, he didn’t stop or even slow down, thrusting his fingers into her without mercy as pleasure rippled through her. Gasping and overstimulated, she grabbed his hand, pulling him from her but he kissed her again and she went limp in his arms. August reach down and found her clit, scrubbing it ferociously as she squealed under him, but he continued relentlessly until he felt her tensing again. A second orgasm ripped through her and he moved his hand from covering her mouth to her throat, squeezing ever so slightly so that when she came, the rush of oxygen as he released her neck nearly made her keel over, tension lines showing in her face.

His cock was now so hard and aching it was causing him pain, he was desperate for release. Flipping her around so he was pressing into her back, August pulled her pants down over her perky ass, smacking her bouncy cheeks a few times to make her yelp. She had elaborate tribal tattoos spreading over both hips and down her legs. Briefly mesmerized by the intricate designs, he rubbed a hand over her art before he guided himself to her opening and plunged deeply, knowing that after two successive orgasms, she would be relaxed to take him without too much discomfort. Still, she cried out and braced herself against the wall. August accelerated his thrusts, burying himself in her. She seemed to squeeze him a little harder each time he pushed into her, her body expanding to accommodate him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his large hand closing around hers as he fucked up into her, his entire body blanketing her. He was getting close, his movements were hard and deep and long, he was hitting her g-spot with every drag of his erection through her swollen walls. Her legs were shaking and August mercilessly pounded into her, finally able to catch his pleasure.

“You gonna cum for me again?” He asked, she whimpered and nodded, unable to form words and he reached around to find her taut little clit, circling it eagerly as the chemicals coursing through them reached a peak. Her body heaved and the wet slickness around him gave him what he needed to finally let go. With a final thrust, he sheathed himself completely in her as waves of euphoria overtook him. Denying himself for so long had built up his desire and he pumped his seed deep into her, immersing his entirety in her depths.

Panting, he pulled out, admiring the small amount of cum leaking from her. His cock felt a little sore and his balls were drained, he smiled, finally satisfied. Though it had been quick and dirty, this was easily in his Top 3 list. She was buttoning her pants, catching her breath against the brick wall. They didn’t say anything, merely chuckling to each other as if they shared a secret. After helping adjust their clothes, he followed her back to the resort, both of them pausing in the bathroom. He returned to the bar first, nodding at Waisea and the lady with the floppy hat who had a fresh giant coconut cocktail in front of her.

She appeared not long after, without a single hair out of place, her make-up flawless again, and smelling faintly of jasmine. He shook his head, amused. Pouring a glass of water, she set it down next to his bourbon with a radiant smile before turning to talk to Waisea, August’s cum still deep inside of her.

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