Dispatch boys reactions to a partner who just gets so...so wet. Like no lube needed, dripping levels wet. After like 5 minutes of foreplay.
Bonus: if they wear a condom they get to pull out and see the strings sticking to them and how creamy they make you.
Not to brag, but that's me. I win the wet ass boy-pussy contest, the WABP if you will.
Waterboy would say something stupid and then feel really stupid afterwards. He'd say something like "twins" then hide his face away from you.
Flambae would say something like "This is why I fucking love trans guys, no lube needed for you". He does have like a gallon jug of lube at the ready just in case you want to try other things sometime though.
Sonar would just devour your puss. He'd say something about trying to make you run dry, but when you tell him that doesn't actually happen for you he just say "I know <3". Then he goes in head first.
Robert would just groan (sexually) the second he feels how wet you are from some simple quick foreplay. He didn't know that it was even possible for someone to get that wet that fast, but it turns him on to no end.
Royd would just dive his head in and say something about his "favorite meal". He will actually pick you up and hold you on his shoulders so gravity can help him with getting his "favorite sauce". Dude's secretly a freak.
Absolutely no fem readers. Sorry, trans guys need love. Y'all get plenty fanfics.
this is supposed to be a trans male, no bottom surgery done, but growth is there. Top surgery done, but still a mention of "fondling breasts".
Cw: riding, oral, frotting, uh..mirror fucking, size difference, (small) stomach buldging, sonar in his beast bat form, and I think that's it..
Robert holding your thighs open, his mouth sucking on your t-dick, praising you on how big you are in his mouth. He starts off slow. A couple kisses down your stomach as he whispers about how handsome you were. Soft whines escape past your lips, especially as he nears your center. Your hips twitch and he notices. He kisses above your boxer briefs, whispering a small question to take them off. You nod. The moment you're bare for him, his breath hitches. He whispers praises about how perfect you are. How beautiful you look coming undone on him. Oh but when you finish once, he doesn't stop. He kisses your neck, moans slipping out of you as you grip his shoulders. His cock is sliding between you, coating himself in your slick and bumping your cocks together.
Waterboy under you, moaning and whimpering. You're trying to silence him by kissing his lips, making them plump and pink. You're slowly riding him in the janitorial closet, most likely an HR violation, but nothing has been done yet about other issues so..why not, right? He's babbling out praises, looking down at you like you're the one who's on a higher level than him. He looks down further, at his cock disappearing inside you, a soft gasp and hitch of his breath as he looks back up to your face. You're in cloud 9, and he's the cause. His hips buck up, making you cry out. Every praise, everytime you moan his name is just yet another whine yanked from him. Not like it was hard to do it in the first place.
Flambae getting pissed off at your self deprecating words, so he decides to fuck you in front of a mirror. He's mad that you view yourself as any lesser than what you are, a man. He was buried in you, and he would stop moving anytime your eyes closed or you refused to look at yourself. He made you watch as his cock slid in and out of you at a dizzying pace. Your mouth was hung open, his fingers in your mouth as he whispered in your ear about how good you were, about how easily you broke just for him. When his fingers slid out your mouth, covered in your spit, he would jerk you off, watching as the overstimulation made you whimper. He wouldn't stop till you had your own fucked out body in your mind, till you no longer had any self deprecating thoughts. How could you when you didn't even have a thought?
Sonar, I believe, would be begging you to finally show him your body, and it would start off as kissing, his hands slipping your shirt off, seeing your toned breast tissue. His hands fondled them, thumb rolling against your nipples. It wouldn't be until you had straddled his lap with your clothes off that he would turn. It was due to an intense amount of emotion, but you weren't complaining, and honestly? Neither was he. He was so vocal, probably more than you. He moaned out babbles of how perfect you were, how much he's been waiting for this, and how badly he's been wanting you. You didn't pay attention. How can you when his cock is buried deep inside you to cause your stomach to bulge ever so slightly. All you did was lay there and moan, whine and grip at his back fur. When you tugged at it, it made him even more turned on, just making him go faster.
Hi gais, uh thanks a lot for my first post wows. Here's my other..deeply horny ramble, I'm awfully tired so it might be just that..
How Waterboy/Herm, Mecha Man/Robert Robertson III, & Flambae/Chad whimper for you! Gn Reader~ nsfw // 1.4k words ⟢
• Waterboy
The room is dead silent. Well as silent as a plastic covered couch can be. “W-What di-did you say?” Herm’s face is fully red, looking seconds away from a heart attack.
“I said you are cute Hermy.” You deadpan. That makes him even more shaky. “Yeah uh yeah I thought that’s what you s-said…”
Herman swallows, water droplets run down his temple. “I-I t-think you mh you’re c-cute too.” He whispers your name and timidly tucks his head down.
You give him your sweetest smile, the one that melts him every time. “Could I kiss you Herm?” You ask looking into his wide baby blue eyes.
His mouth opens and closes in shock- “y-you wanna k-kiss me?” He looks around to make sure it’s just the two of you in the room.
You hold back a smicker and shake your head due to his disbelief. “Yeah I have for a while actually.” You mutter trying not to embarrass yourself. “It okay if you don’t wan-“
Herman cuts you off, “no no no, it's just… I-I don’t know, are you s-sure?” His eyes cast down while he fiddles with his slippery fingers.
A soft huff slips out your lips and gently you slide your hand on top of his. “Yeah I’m sure.” You move his hand to your face, and rub your thumb along the back of his clammy hand.
Herman looks ready to pass out. Even more so when your free hand touches the back of his head of soaked hair. He shudders from the feeling a small almost inaudible noise escapes his thin lips, causing him to flush even more.
“So you want that kiss Herm?” You tilt your head, looking at his well moisturized lips.
He nods his head, “mhm uh Y-yes-“ You pull him by the nape closer closing the distance.
Herm tenses wide eyed and shoulders hunched before relaxing into the kiss. He cups your cheek more fixed and leans more into you.
“Mmmh” Herman whimpers as you draw the air out of his lungs. Slowly pulling away from the kiss, droplets of water run down your chin.
“How was that huh?” You can't help the smug expression that is painted on your face.
With newfound confidence he gives you a quick peck on the lips. “It’s i-incredible, you are incredible aha-” He lets out an airy laugh, pauses, and straightens his posture.
His face and neck are so many different shades of pink and red… Is he about to boil?
“What’s up? You good?” Squinting you scan over him to see why he froze so suddenly, you look down and “oh.”
Herman covers his damp face in embarrassment, “I-I didn’t mean to do t-that.” He folds into himself even more, “I can’t c-control that I s-swear.”
You pull his hands away and shake your head, “It’s okay Herm, it’s natural- you’re a guy.” You pat his shoulder.
He gives you a shy smile as more water continues to run down his temple.
“So you want help with that waterboy?” You point at the large protrusion in his tight suit bottoms.
He trembles,”Y-yes please-” Your hands travel.
“hah- wait! Slow I’m s-sensitive.”
• Robert
Coming back to his poorly furnished apartment drunk was a mistake. A single dingy plastic lawn chair and about ten lamps were scattered around.
So of course you tripped on a lamp and fell on your side. “Ugh what the?! Why are there so many lamps?”
“Oh yeah I should’ve mentioned the lamps, sorry.”
You shrug and roll to your back, still on the floor. Robert walks over to where you are laying and sets a half drank whisky bottle between the two of you.
“Where is beef?” You ask, you expected to get kiss attacked by the chunky dog.
“Chase stole him; said something about it being easier to get ladies.” Robert huffs and takes a swig from the bottle.
“I believe it.” You chuckle, turning your head to get a good look at the man you are lying next to. “Have you ever thought about getting a bed? The floor is well… hard.”
Robert snorts, “Why'd you help me break it in?” He jests.
“Yeah I would.” You say shrugging, you glance straight into his swirly brown eyes.
He moves closer to you leaning on an elbow, “oh yeah?”
“Deadass Robert.” You sit up, now face to face.
He scooted closer, sealing the distance with a kiss.
“Mph-”
“You’re so eager Robert, who would’ve thought- rhm” His hand wraps lightly around your throat.
“Dont tease me.” He pulls you onto his lap, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other entangles in your hair. “I want to feel you- everything.”
You push your lips on his luring beautiful little gasps, noises you thought a man like Robert wouldn't dare to make. You grind hard on his lap and repeat the motion, moving your ass back and forth against the twitching tent in his pants.
“Don’t- ah don’t do that you're going to make me cum-” Robert tries to push your hips away from his pelvis, his face contorts and he squinches his eyes shut. “Uh please?”
You scoff at his pathetic excuse for a plea, “Is that a challenge?”
“No? No. Its not- I havent even got a feel of you and i'm about to splooge in my pants like some virgin.”
You smirk at the idea. His eyebrows furrow. “What are you- uh ah-” You rip his hand off your hips and pull his arms to press on your chest, trapping his wrists.
“W-what the fuck?”
His puppy dog eyes could seriously turn you into a puddle, hell you're sure your jeans are by now.
You resume your merciless grinding, digging yourself into his hardness.
“Seriously mhh-” He thrusts his hips jolting both of your bodies. “I can't hold it- can I at least be in you?!” He begs but it goes unheard
You shake your head in refusal, tightening your hold on his wrists, “Just let me know I can make you turn so pathetic first- then I'll let you have your way Robert.” You whisper in his scarred ear, making him shiver at the sensation.
He sucks in a breath of air- “kiss me.” He calls out your name breathily, “I'm so fuh-fucking close-”
You claim his mouth once more and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. “Mmph! Muh- Oh Fuh-”
Cumming hard, he painted the inside of his pants leaving a large wet patch that somehow stained your pants as well.
“Was that what you wanted? Happy now?” He teases breathless and flushed.
“I am very satisfied, Rob-” He pushed you on the hardwood floor, setting himself between your legs.
Oh how the tables have turned…
• Flambae
“FUCKKK you feel so good!” He slows his rhythm, thrusts becoming savory. His fluid movements are rolling moans right out of your tongue.
“You like that don’t you heh, my cock fits in you perfectly babe-“ He pushes your hips down on the mattress as he lays his solid body on top of yours.
“Ah~ hnn” Flambae ruts himself deeper, his pelvis hitting your ass, he wraps his arms around your shoulders as he quickens his pace, humping into your tightness.
He hilts his movements and squishes you even tighter, “hah- you feel me twitching in you?” He whispers in your ear. You can feel yourself heat up from how warm he is. All you can do is nod your head, words long forgotten.
He twitches again and it sends a fiery wave through your body, “Chad!“ your plea is cut off by his lips.
Sliding his tongue down your throat he resumes his relentless thrusts. “Mmph-“ He whimpers in your mouth. Moving an arm away from your shoulder he brings a hand down toward your stomach.
Smirking against your mouth he presses your belly where is dick is pressing your insides. It sends a hot sensation to the both of you. His eyes roll and his body laxes against yours pressing you harder into the mattress.
“Ohhh fuck babe I’m going to cum! I’m going to fill you so fucking much~” He humps and bites the nape of your neck covering your neck in love bites, “You taste so fucking good ah-“ Flambae stills, you feel his legs tighten around yours.
“Let me cum in you babe, ah now!” You nod and try hiding back your moans by biting his forearm wrapped around you.
“Ah! Fuck yes yes yessss- mmmah“ he fills you so full of his cum it starts leaking out with him still inside of you.
Flambae rests his face on yours, cheek to cheek. Still on top of you this buff hunk is squishing the hell and cum out of you-
“You are the fucking best babe-“ he smacks your ass and smooches your cheek.
You give him a squished smile and pause and give the air a sniff. “Uh something is burning…”
“Aw shit”
A/N: I have been gone too long (4 months sorry) Worst writers block I’ve ever experienced! I hope this makes up for the time I’ve been gone otherwise sorry I wrote this like a newborn :\
more flambae x transman!reader because we need more of that, consider the following scenario : flambae who never fucked a pussy before, he just never had penetrative sex with a woman or someone that had a pussy before
he isn't apprehensive, no most likely he's curious. he's even excited per say. it's new, 'uncharted territory'. but in his mind it must not be that different to what he's used to.
one thing he appreciate is that the amount of prep needed is much less - he honestly thought there was no prep needed but he was promptly informed by you that you indeed still needed some stretching before putting anything inside. (but hey ! it's just some fingering and some oral he'll gladly do it)
once he is inside, he fully stops for a second, deep in thought before nodding, 'feels nice!' he says. and then he just start thrusting. he just does it like he usually does. though you do have to remind him to pull out. (which he may do .. or may not do depends. if he does cum inside, do not worry he will clean his mess up)
at the end he looks you dead in the eyes and says '10/10 would do it again' and gives you a thumbs up.
( note but i have no actual clues how a pussy feels like around ones dick so. yeah. no description for how it feels. this is an attempt. also i prefer the idea of a gay character only fucking the behind hole of a transman reader because personal preference but ik it's more or less niche so. for yall that like classic penetrative devil tango or whatever hahah sorry im so tired writing this finals are ending me)
characters: Waterboy, Robert Robertson, Flambae with gn!reader
content warnings: gn! reader ( m! reader for Flambae but can also be read as trans male reader :) ), nsfw, pervert waterboy, dry humping, HR violations, oral ( reader receiving )
note: always wanted more plus size reader love especially for dispatch so why not make it myself LKSDFL
Waterboy
Worlds #1 Chubby Chaser ( said endearingly ). He would be obsessed with you no matter what you looked like but the added plush to your features and the way your clothes highlight your curves definitely leaves him a little breathless.
He was already head over heels for you just seeing you in your work uniform but when you showed up to some shitty bar Z-team invited you to in a tight shirt and shorts he thought he was going to pass out. Staying close to the wall gave him the perfect angle to watch you dance with no care in the world, shirt ridding up and highlighting the curve of your stomach. At work he noticed you always wore a cardigan or sweater too big for you and now being face to face with what he could only describe as perfection, it saddened him that you might want to hide yourself away.
After he finally gets the courage to ask you out he tries to praise your features as much as possible. You got new work pants? He has you in his lap worshiping the way the fabric stretches over you. You're insecure about eating in front of him or others? He makes sure his lunch is always aligned with yours so he can tell you how beautiful you look today. You're worried your new swimsuit for the Z-team pool party is too revealing? He's kissing every inch of skin he can reach, whispering adoration into your skin until your left breathless and squirming beneath him.
Honestly anytime you wear a swimsuit it gets him desperate. He doesn't have to worry about ruining your clothes because you're supposed to be wet. Water trailing down your curves, pooling into the bed as he licks and bites at your skin. All you wanted to do was show off your new swimsuits you got for the party but after the first one, Herm was already hard and dripping through his own swimsuit. You're glad you tried them on a week before the party cause with the way he's gripping onto you, you're sure he's going to leave bruises. Perched on his lap, gliding your heat against his throbbing cock. You didn't even have time to undress you both before he had you moving against him, rutting into you with a desperation that made your stomach tighten.
"So- so fucking pretty,, and soft- warm. so w-warm." He's rutting up against you, holding your hips so hard you'd think he was worried you'd try to leave. Your hands are on either side of his head as he ruts himself against your swimsuit. Bodies sliding against each other from the mix of water and sweat thats accumulated between you both. You try to speak but only small whimpers make their way out of your throat. At this rate your more than positive he's going to make you both cum without even taking your clothes off, but with how he's moving you against his cock you can't find it in yourself to care.
Robert Robertson
Robert lives a very cold lifestyle. He eats the same thing everyday, goes home to the same empty apartment, and repeats the same monotonous cycle everyday. That is until he meets you.
You radiate a warmth he quickly becomes obsessed with. The way you laugh at his shitty jokes, the small notes of encouragement you leave at his desk, the few times your bodies have grazed each other in the break room. It all leaves him with a heat in himself he's unfamiliar with. He's usually a lot more restrained but he finds himself taking every opportunity he can to be close to you. If he sadly isn't graced with your direct presence, he finds himself staring at you having a conversation with another dispatcher he doesn't bother to know. Eyes tracing the soft curve of your jaw, trailing down to the plush of your hips, full on ogling at the way your ass fits in your uniform.
He finds himself staring at you more than he'd like to admit, even when you are trying to have a conversation on your breaks. Your back is turned to him, preparing yourself a warm cup of the pick me up you desperately needed to deal with your own team of heroes. The sound of your complaints about your shift fall on unhearing ears. All Robert can focus on is how soft your ass would feel against his palms. Trying his hardest to stop the swirling thoughts of you pressed against his hips and tragically failing when you bend down to pick up the pack of sugar you dropped.
You turn, not realizing the blatant staring from your coworker and the flush spreading across his freckled face. "You alright?" Your soft voice draws him back from his daydreams of pushing you into his pillows. You say your goodbyes and leave with a sweet smile that only furthers the hardness in his slacks.
He really REALLY should not be doing this. This is a whole different type of HR violation. One that he tried to ignore with drowning himself in work but only proved to worsen with the distant sound of your voice through out the office. Robert stood in the stall, shirt tucked between his teeth and leaking cock in hand. He was still trying to rationalize that this was just him trying to relieve the ache in his gut. Totally normal behavior. It was definitely normal to imagine your sweet coworkers face twisted in pleasure as you sunk yourself into them over and over. His cock dripped into his hand as he closed his eyes, imagining you in his sheets once again. Soft and pretty sounds coming from your plush lips as he gripped onto your ass to push himself as deep as possible. Imagining your walls tightening against him made him throb, already close to cumming on the bathroom stall. "Fuck..." Robert was having a lot harder time convincing himself that this was normal friend behavior. He should make it up to you. Maybe with a nice dinner and a movie that ends with him between your thighs.
Flambae
Flambae's flirting style was anything but subtle. If he wanted something he was going to get it and you just so happened to be his newest obsession. He made it a habit to ignore anyone outside of his close circle of coworkers but after seeing the way you commanded the room for an impromptu progress meeting, he knew he had to have you. You didn't take any of the Z-teams shit and even made a few jabs on some of their more recent failed missions. Usually, he wouldn't take some normies shit and just burn their car for their criticisms but something about the fire in your eyes only enlightened his own flame.
He walked around not only feeling, but knowing he was stronger than his peers. You challenged that behavior without missing a beat and he began to like the pissed off look on your face anytime he tried to get under your skin. Usually you would ignore his outburst but he made it a daily affair to make your chest puff up with annoyance. One day he was going to break that hard outer shell you carried, leaving the softest and most vulnerable parts of yourself bare all for him.
After a particularly annoying meeting, you found yourself trying to relax in the lounge. Splayed out on the couch just enjoying the quiet before you got dragged away again. Sadly the silence was short lived once the towering man burst himself into your sanctuary. You prepared yourself for another verbal scuffle with the man but were only met with his amber eyes tracing down your frame. It took all of your will power not to squirm in place as he continued his unabashed gaze at your thighs. You must have failed in some way cause he let out a low laugh, closing and locking the door behind him.
"You know thats my spot right? I don't need you interrupting my break so get up." There wasn't any true malice in his words due to the snake like smirk spread across his features. He walked towards you like an animal hunting its prey, ending his stride with your thighs between his spread legs. Towering over you only gave him a better look at your now flushed features. You hated that even with his constant bratty attitude, he somehow spread a warmth deep within you. A kind of warmth that with his combined heat made it almost unbearable to bare. You fought to keep your eyes on his and not let them trail down the obnoxious v-cut on his suit. "Make me."
Someone was definitely going to hear you but with how Flambae now had your thick thighs thrown over his shoulders you couldn't find it in yourself to truly care. He had a death grip on your hips, large fingers splaying out onto your soft stomach as he lifted your sex to his burning mouth. You liked him a lot better like this, mouth too full to speak and on his knees trying to memorize your taste on his tongue. You couldn't give him the satisfaction though. Keeping a hand clamped over your mouth and the other gripped into his hair, you tried your best to still take power over the situation. He laughed against your heat at your futile attempts to over power him and continued to make the debauched sounds that only grew in volume the longer he stayed between your thighs. He was going to get you to break. The flush on your cheeks only deepened the longer he kept his heated gaze onto you, watching every small tremor and noise you tried so desperately to hide from him. He raised his mouth from you, leaving a line of heated spit between you and the smile spread across his lips. " Im not stopping until you let those pretty sounds loose so get comfortable. " Your eyes widened and before you could drag his face away from your groin he dove back in, relishing in the way your eyes rolled back into your skull.
Wait, because I'm thinking about being best friends with Flambae and having a threesome?? Like, I'm not sure if I like the idea of Robert or Waterboy being in the middle more, but either one of them is going to get absolutely destroyed in between the two of you...
Like what if you're dating Robert (the picture of bisexuality) and he admits that he's been thinking of wanting to have a threesome with a guy. Just once, but you're surprisingly open to it! You go through the list of guys; Phenomaman isn't quite what Robert wants, Waterboy might genuinely die if you try springing this up on him, and Sonar and Punchup are just off the table.
Then you get what's possibly the best idea you've ever had, running off to make a phone call to ask for a teensy, itty-bitty favor from your bestest friend ever! Flambae is vehemently against it at first for a multitude of reasons - that's your boyfriend, he doesn't want to fuck someone named Robert Robertson, and finally, your boyfriend tore off my fucking fingers! and while Flambae isn't as angry as he was, that doesn't mean he just wants to fuck the man!
You, however, convince him by toying with the idea of how desperate Robert would be, how "in power" he'd be. It takes some convincing, but you manage to get a pissy Flambae on board.
So, there you are, on Robert's lap on your new couch (finally bought after months of sitting uncomfortably on the floor). It's relaxed, playfully nipping at each other, biting and sucking dark hickeys onto each other's neck. Before it can go much farther, though, there's a knock on the door that has you jumping of his lap.
You mentioned the "perfect someone" to him, which obviously caught Robert's interest, but the last thing he expected (or wanted) to see was Flambae, dressed surprisingly casually. It appears the only one pleased by the to-be arrangement is you, looking as if you were about to solve world hunger by having your boyfriend get dicked down by your best friend.
(I'm not too sure how to continue that, but anyways) Robert is where your attention solely lies, occasionally telling Flambae where Robert is especially sensitive. The curve of his back, having his hair grabbed at - it takes a while for them to relax around each other, but then they get super into it, with Robert bent over, eating you out while Flambae fucks the other man silly.
(if it's Waterboy and not Robert, maybe he's like... Questioning his sexuality and nervously asks if you'd want to have a threesome - it's the same thing, but not as much anger or annoyance. Maybe Flambae admits your boyfriend is weirdly attractive in the- literal- wet cat way and he's MADDDD that he finds that hot)
HELLOOOOO as a New Year's gift, I’ve decided to finish the 3rd part of the Snow Storm series! I’m so happy so many of you guys like it. I’ll be uploading this fic on AO3 for easier access. Thank you all for a wonderful year btw, love you all <3
Snow Storm Pt.3
Flambae x Ex!Villain!Reader. Pt.1 // Pt. 2
You finally agreed to the date he plans. Shenanigans ensue.
Tags: Flambae x male!reader, Flambae x Ex-Villain!reader, Alice (Prism), Chad (Flambae), Mentions of the Z-Team, Smut, Anal, Smut and Fluff, Humour, Flirty, Making out, Date night, going out, Non-graphic depiction of injuries, Body Worship, Praise Kink, Temperature Play(Hinted), Top!Reader, Bottom!Flambae
Your analog clock reads 6.30 PM as you adjust your lapels, the fabric already flawless as it only serves to soothe your anxiety. The mirror reflects your combed hair and the outfit youve decided to don as tonight's armour, although something hopeful within you is expecting said armour will be shed sometime soon. You shook yourself from the thoughts unless you want a repeat of what happened in the locker rooms.
“Girl, did you use like– half of this perfume? Cuz’ I swear when I gave it to you it ain't–” Alice’s eyes go over your figure appreciatively, a slow nod from her as she regards you. “Okaay, lookin’ good as ever, prince charming,”
“Shut up,” You chuckle, catching the perfume she throws at you, either from her eye-roll or from her cheekiness. The bottle hisses its scent around you as you make sure to cover your heat points, considering your normally cooler body temperature.
“I’m being so for real when I say this–” She slides herself in front of you, pressing down on your shirt and jacket. “Chad dont know what’s comin’,” She chuckles.
“I thought you’d be with him right now, with yknow, the whole dynamic duo thing,”
Alice huffs as she pats your shoulders. “Eh, I’ll let him panic on his own this time,”
“I’m always with him when we lost contact anyway, it doesn't kill a girl to spend less time with that man,” She waves her hand dismissively, making you chuckle. She takes a step back, addressing you once more before she nods, a seal of approval from Prism herself. You did a small turn, showing the whole outfit towards her, which she chuckles at.
You turn to face the mirror once more, seeing yourself in such a state is definitely not something you're used to. Oftentimes, you only ever see yourself when youre hurrying out the door of your apartment or checking over yourself after a tiring shift. It’s glass only ever sees you in a perpetual state of hurry and worry, although tonight's churning in your gut doesn't seem any different. Alice notices the faint lines between your brows, her eyes softening as she stands beside you, her hazel eyes softens.
“It’ll be fine, you’ll be fine,” Her hand rubs at your arm. “And if it won't, I’ll make sure Chad won't be able to see for at least a month,”
“Alice, please,” You laugh, your hand rubbing over your face to wash away the anxiety.
“Thats a promise and you know it!”
“Yes, of course I know.” You chuckle, taking one last glance towards the mirror.
The anxiety doesn't come from anticipating Chad, no, the current rumble within your stomach is mostly out of fear. Whenever youre with the man, the memory of your burn scar becomes prominent. The day he leaves you, that morning when you thought the man had left you just as he left so many others, it petrifies you. Chad was the only other man you’ve truly enjoyed your time with. After so many years of villainy and secrecy, he was the only other person who truly touched your cold heart—both figuratively and literally. Now, with the addition of the healing tissue in your palm, it serves as another reminder of just how much he has affected your life.
And yet, hope still shines behind those scarred lines. It’s blinding, and it’s inviting—it’s the reason you even allowed the man to ask you out, to allow yourself to become vulnerable once more. Hoping Chad will do the right thing, will love you like you thought he did all those years ago; even with how little the expectations may be, it still burns brighter than your fear.
That's how you found yourself standing in front of the restaurant he reserved, idly checking your phone as your eyes darted to the corner to check the time periodically. It was turning 7, the sky turning a hue of dark blue as the sun set in the distance. You huff, turning to check if you could spot the man anywhere, or if he’s coming in blazing like a meteor.
To your surprise, when you turn to the right, you spot said man jogging your way without his signature smirk. You half expected him to arrive while flying.
“Hey uh– I’m a bit late, sorry,” His eyes are trained to the ground. Before you could answer, he shoves a bouquet of roses into your arms, sending another wave or surpise through you. “I didn't know what kind of flowers you like so, there.”
You regarded the bouquet before turning to the man currently collecting his confidence, and chuckling. Chad visibly gulps at your laugh before he finds the courage to chuckle lightly.
“I uh…” You cough, eyes softening as they met his. “Thanks, I like them.”
“Do all of your clothes have those little flames on them?” Chad follows your pointed finger to his trousers, a pair of black faux leather jeans with fire slithering up their sides. He scoffs as he straightens up.
“Clearly, you don't know fashion,” He rolls his eyes. You grin, watching him cross his arms.
“It suits you, you look good.” You smile, earnest in your words. Chad regards you and your outfit as well, a spark of heat behind his eyes as he pauses a little too long at your hips.
“You too, almost too good for this date,” He smirks, the dangerous shine in his eyes returns just as fast as it vanishes. Chad turns to the doors of the restaurant as he extends an arm. “But, I promised a date, and a talk, and i dont back away from my promises,”
You shake your head before taking his arm, letting the man lead you into the building. The place he reserved wasn’t too expensive, but it’s definitely a little above your hero paygrade. The waiter brings you both into a booth seat, secluded from the rest of the room, though with a clear exit route. You can't help but map the path, a habit that comes from saving people out of rubble, you suppose.
As you both took your seats, the man handed out the menu and leaves, letting comfortable silence wash over you and Chad.
“So… How was your shift?” Chad's voice catches your attention.
“Chad, we’re on the same shift.”
“I know, I know, but uh… I didn't see you as much today,” He flips the menu over. “Bob-bob didn't exactly pair us a lot this shift.”
“Well, you're not wrong,” You huff, having made your mind on what to order as you set the paper down. “My shift was okay, saved a family of five from a burning building, helped Visi and Golem clear some rubble, and went with Mel to a catholic school's seminar.”
“Which was odd, i dont know what Robert was thinking with that one,”
Chad scoffs, setting his menu aside. “I don't think he was.”
The laugh escapes you so quickly that it almost scares you, although it comes out so naturally. Chad follows suit, laughing on his own, a soothing melody you didn't realize you missed. It eventually dies down as another short silence was shared before the hand you rested on the table was covered with warmth.
You wouldve flinced if it weren't for Chad's fingers carefully tracing your knuckles.
“How’s your hand?” His eyes follow the grooves of your veins; it snakes in between your fingers. His gaze softens, as if any hints of harshness would reopen the wound. You sigh. You turn the palm over to instead entwine it with his. The man before you shivered slightly at the sudden change of temperature.
“I’m fine, really. It’s already healed over anyway,” You smile, letting yourself brush over his digits. Chad releases a breath he didn't know he was holding before meeting your eyes once more,
“I’m… I really am–”
“Are you both ready to order?” The waiter comes back in such a swift move that it almost surprises both of you. Your hand would've instinctively hidden itself back under the table if it weren't for Chad's insistent grip. Your eyes glance over your entwined hand before coughing and uttering your order.
Chad does the same and he adds a bottle of champagne to the list. You regard him with a look before he shrugs. “Why not?” The man smirks.
You roll your eyes, a fond smile on your lips. As the waiter concludes the list, he suddenly turns to you as he squints his eyes. “I’m sorry, i dont mean to impose, but are you that superhero Snow Storm?”
You blink repeatedly before managing an answer. “Y-yeah, yes i am,”
“Oh man, I'm a huge fan, you saved my cat from that building last week!”
“I did? Oh, it was that fluffy tabby cat wasnt it?”
“Yes! Him! If it's not too much– um–” The man offers his notepad and pen to you. “Could I get your autograph?”
You chuckle in disbelief. As long as you have been an SDN hero, you’re hardly on the front cover of the promotional material for the network, but you suppose there are still your fans hiding. Youre certainly flattered as your acts of heroism are remembered. “Yeah, sure man.”
You wrote down your autograph, a flashy written Snow Storm with a flourishing line beneath it. Admittedly, you’ve never actually signed anything that's not legal papers in your hero life, so you did improvise your autograph a bit. You handed the pen and pad back to the man, said man smiled widely as he looked over the writing.
“Thank you so much, I’ll make sure you both get your food quickly,” He says in a rush before he disappears into the other side of the restaurant.
The interaction surprised you so much you found yourself chuckling, which turned into a laugh. You shake your head, settling down from the high and finding Chad with a glare directed at the waiter's back. You raise a brow, brushing your thumb over his fingers.
“You… okay?”
“What? Yes, of course I'm okay,” He rushes. You were about to ask again before he interjects, “That was a bit rude, no?”
You chuckle, eyes hovering at where you both are connected. “I thought it was nice,”
“Mhm, yea, sure,” Chad scoffs, his hand tightens his hold. “A little fanboy. Didn't even asked me, and I'm way more popular,”
“Wait–” You shake your head, your brows raised high. “Are you– Chad, are you jealous?”
His cheeks immediately grow a deep red, the temp on his hand rises. “Fuck no, what gave you that idea?”
You found yourself laughing once more, a bit louder this time, which raises Chad's embarrassment. He bores into the table, his face a deep crimson now. His hand’s temp keeps rising as your laugh continues. When it dies down, you take into account the pout he’s supporting. His expressions twist something within you, making you turn your palm just a bit cooler to respond to his heat. Chad huffs as he turns back to you, finding a small smirk on your lips.
“That’s cute, youre cute,” You smile.
The man scoffs, though his hand responds by wrapping itself even tighter between your digits. “You should learn to shut up,”
—
After dinner was finished, there was only the bottle of champagne left between you two. Your glass is half full with said liquid, while Chad is pouring himself another serving.
“I was saying uh…” He falters when you pick up your glass, though he continues. “I really am sorry about your hand… and for burning your arm,”
“I never wanted to hurt you. That was the last thing I would ever consider doing,” His voice softens as he sets the bottle aside. There's something hidden behind Chad's hardened hazel eyes, an emotion cowering after years of protecting himself as youve protected your own.
He sighs. “I admit I was a… Coward, for leaving you. I didn't know what I was thinking, and like you said, I was scared.”
“Of you, maybe? Of us? Of what we could've been…”
You took in his words, every cadence in his voice, everything he uttered. You didn't realize it was the first time you truly saw the man. All those years ago, the drunken stories shared between your couch and the carpet at your apartment were only the tip of the giant iceberg. You knew the man before you was capable of being vulnerable, and yet this instance of him pouring his heart out, being honest to you and himself, was the first time you see trough Chad’s facade.
This was the Flambae you fell in love with. It wasn't the bold hero with the burning desire to flaunt and shine, it wasn't those strong muscles paired with the tall ego, it was the man that compliments those traits. It was the funny and witty man who had every quick reply loaded in his barrel, the caring man who cares about his niece, the gentleman who wants to please. The man who hid his vulnerability behind a bold, fiery mask.
“All I'm saying is that… i wasnt ready back then, but I knew I loved you. I would be lying if I wished you didn't offer to drive me home every time I came to you drunk as shit.”
You both chuckle at the memory, knowing almost every weekend you would find a grouchy Chad on your couch as he fought with the hangover. He smoothes over your hand again, calloused fingers brushing against hardened knuckles. “But I'm ready now, if you’ll take me?”
A smile makes its way to your lips. You lean over the table as you brought Chads hand closer, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand, your eyes following his. “I’ll have you.” Your words brushes againts his knuckles.
Chad gulps, a rising heat behind his heavy lids. He clears his throat and takes a hurried sip of his champagne. “You’re so cheesy,”
You chuckle, sitting back yet you haven't let go. “Oh, you like it,”
“Ugh, sure, whatever,” He rolls his eyes.
Both of you share a laugh again, enjoying the perfect temperature shared between your hands. Not long, Chad flags down the waiter again and asks for the bill. He comes back and with said bill, and when you were about to pull back your hand to reach your wallet, the man before you beats you to it as he sets his card on the tray. You fixed Chad with a glare, knowing he deliberately held you back so he could pay, instead of enduring the back and forth that was supposed to happen.
When you exited the building, the cold night air had already covered most of LA. You shove one hand into your pockets while the other holds on to your bouquet close in hope the breeze won't steal it. Chad stands beside you, gazing upwards into the stars as you did the same.
“So uh, since I paid, will you come back to my place?” He smirks as he nudges at your elbow.
“Oh is that what this is? Transactional?”
“I– no I meant–”
“I’m joking,” You chuckle, Chad's sudden bursts of red enough to crack you. “Yes, I will,”
“After all, the dates not over yet, right?”
Chad’s brows raised in surprise, but were immediately replaced by a sharp smirk as they furrowed. He closes the gap between both of you as his lips press against yours, too quickly to even react. The man pulls back and slides an arm around your waist and tugs. “Of course not,”
—
“Nice place,” The floor is lined with a soft carpet that separates the kitchen and living room, a couch near the window with a flatscreen facing it. There was an abstract painting above the couch, its smaller twin beside a tall bookcase. Small ornaments and pictures adorn the shelves, the space you definitely imagined Chad to have.
“Thanks,” He drapes his jacket and offers to take yours when you’ve shed yours. You set the bouquet on the kitchen island, peeking into the other room to spot his bed and ensuite bathroom.
“Huh… I thought it’d be… bigger,”
“Rent isn't exactly cheap, y’know, with our pay from SDN,” He shrugs as he presses a button on the thermostat. “Plus, most of my dirty money is in my niece’s college fund; it’s not like I can use it anymore,”
When he turns, he finds you with a soft smile, without your jacket covering most of your body. Chad hadn’t really taken in how well you've grown into yourself. He sees you plenty of time in your hero suit, but it doesn't have the same effect as seeing the man he has avoided and loves in such a lax state. You leisurely extended your arms, an inviting embrace.
“C’mere,” Your slow grin entices him, Chad's body moving on its own volition as he saunters to your body. Despite being a head taller than you, he practically drapes himself over you like a jungle cat; his immediate temperature sends a jolt up your spine that smoothes down the rest of your body. You think your body will eventually get used to the walking heater currently smothering your face with his chest, and if it doesnt you will force your powers to get used to it.
Meanwhile, Chad is soaking in the cold breeze that seems to trail you, breathing in the sharp scent of snow and fresh water like a man in a draught. You definitely run cold, that's what he can infer, so much different than himself, who often runs hot, which results in sweltering summers, despite him being used to it. Chad rests his chin atop your head, taking another lungful of your scent.
His eyes flutter when you softly push at his chest, finding himself in the palm of your hand. Chad leans into your touch, the want that scratches at his throat awakens. He gulps when he turns, nosing in between your digits, his hazel eyes lit with a shimmering heat.
Static courses between you and the man before you; his choked-off groan feeds into the fire in your gut. Your hand slowly angles him towards you, lips a mere inch apart, breathing in each other's hushed breath while eyes dart between breaking contact and plush lips. The noises dropped, silence veils the livingroom as tension grew thick, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation is shared.
Chad groans. “Fuck it,”
He rushes to capture your lips, the immediate contact causes you to almost stumble if it weren't for his steady arms that anchor you to his body. You push back against him, lips against lips, ripping sharp inhales and moans from one another. Chad’s surprised groan works as your opportunity to slip your tongue inside, tasting his fiery lust and gulping down every noise you managed to coax out of him. You found your hands gravitating towards his hips, and with a sharp squeeze, he relents his control, throwing his head back with a bitten off curse.
Your hands continue to press against his ample skin, feeling the jolt you cause that hides beneath the fabric of his shirt. Chad groans when you begin to bite down on his jaw, igniting a trail of kisses and bruises through the column of his neck to his clavicle. While you continue to thumb at the small exposed skin between his belt and shirt, Chad’s insistent fumbles with your buttons. When you realized the man was trying to free you from the confines of your clothes, you grinned and pushed yourself away from him to finish his progress, removing your button-up and easily maneuvering your belt.
Chad’s parched as he watches your finger move easily, awkwardly losing his mind with his imagination running wild. It wasn't until an expectant look from you that he nodded and began divesting himself of his shirt and jeans. He was busy throwing his pants somewhere that he did not notice your hands that grabbed at his arms and rested them on your shoulders.
“Leave it, I’ll open my own gift,” You chuckle as you toy with the waistband of his boxers. Chad groanswhile he allows himself to be walked back, his legs hitting what he assumes is his bed before trusting you to catch his fall. To his surprise, his plush linens did greet him, and so was your evident eagerness when you crawled on top of him with a look he had never seen on you before.
The flaming hero notices he’s never truly imagined how you’d be in bed, especially on top of him. Another part of his hind brain only ever supplied those thoughts with your voice, your familiar smile he used to cling to, to find release. But he never taken in account how he’d react to said voice when he’s about to find out how your dick tastes.
Chad’s silence throws you off rhythm, noticing that side from his heavy breathing, the man is only following your movements with barely opened eyes. “Baby? Hey, you okay?”
He leans into your palm once more, sighing between them. “Yes, yeah im good, just…”
“It’s okay, we don't have to–”
“No! Not that, it’s uh…” He groans, eyes shutting immediately. “This is so stupid, you’re stupid,”
“That’s not nice,” You scoff, your thumb brushes over the bridge of his nose.
“Shut up. I’m… I guess this wasnt what I was expecting,” He sighs, turning away from your touch.
Your brow furrows, his isible pout makes you sit on your knees to allow space between both of you. “What were you expecting?”
“I just thought… back then, you were so shy, I thought I’d be on top, and you’d be screaming my name.” He shrugs, his usual bravado seeping in. You chuckle, though when Chad intertwines his hand with yours, you continue with another offer.
“You can be on top, if you want,” He swiftly meets your eyes. “You can also fuck me, if that's what you’re comfor–”
He suddenly charges towards you, his blunt nails raking down your back as those simmering amber glows behind his eyes. “No. Not that. I want to feel you,”
The pain makes you hiss, immediately wrapping your hand around him. “O-okay, you can be on top, and I’ll fuck you,” You smirk, finding the courage to grab at his ass, “Real good.”
“Ooh, you better.” Your own lust rivals his own, an accepted challenge as though the dance between you is a competition. Chad uses his strength to turn you against him, which had you end up lying on the bed in his previous position. You didn't miss using your own acquired strength to pull his hips closer, effectively grinding upwards against Chad’s dick. A symphony of groans is echoed through the room, the combined arousal suffocating the air.
He moves to remove your briefs, impatient as his hands shake when you help him by kicking the rest of the fabric away. Chad had seemingly recalled what you said earlier as he moved closer upwards, directling your to slip beneath his boxers. The man groans as you reveled in his beauty, fully erect cock already gleaming with precum at its tip. You toss the offending fabric somewhere in the room while he grinds back, the heat between his ass making you choke out a moan.
“Fuck– Wait, Chad, we need to prep you,” You managed between ragged breaths while he reached over his nightstand, a bottle of lube and a strip of condom tossed beside you. His hips push insistently, at which you grab at his legs to reiterate your sentence. His brows furrow, rolling his eyes as another blush flares across his cheeks.
“I already did…” He sighs, busying himself with the cap of the lube instead.
You blink, mouth joining in the repeated movement. “I– You what?”
“I already fingered myself open, okay? Fucker, making me say it…”
A sudden wave of thirst rushes over you while Chad tries, yet fails, to contain his embarrassment as his trembling fingers finally pop the bottle open. The image of this gorgeous man arching his back, one or two fingers deep within himself– or would he be on his back, finding the angle easier to reach those sensitive spots, chest rising with labour as he moans around the digit stretching him.
Chad gasps when you push yourself upwards and attack his mouth, deepening the bruise you've already planted on those plush lips. He moans, the bottle drops somewhere on the bed as he scratches through your hair, earning himself a low groan. You closed your eyes, letting yourself nose against his sharp jawline, feeling the slight prominent stubble there. “Show me that,”
“Next time, I want to see you do it,” You grin, making Chad chuckle above you, his fingers drawing lines on your nape. He nods, breathless.
He watches you lie back down, his eyes widen though as he spots the red hair tie he usually has around his ponytail beside your index finger. He reaches for the loose strands that already cascade down his shoulders, grumbling when he fixes you with a stare. “Fucker.”
“You look pretty,” You smirk, squeezing the strong muscle on his thigh. “Don't you, gorgeous?”
He scoffs, though a smile fights its way on the edges of his lips. “You really should shut up,” He says as he reaches for the forgotten bottle.
He tears a condom packet and slides one over your dick, the touch making you sigh, sensitive from the stimulation. He pours a generous amount of lube on you and himself, one hand planted on the bed while the other rubs slightly, making sure he’s ready himself. Chad moans as he slips one finger in, experimenting, while you encourage him with another squeeze. The bottle was thrown haphazardly again while you made a mental note to retrieve it later, though your eyes never left his as he arched to position himself.
Chad aligns your dick and carefully pushes it inside, and holy fuck was it usually this hot?
You held your breath, hypnotized by Chad’s bareilly restraint groan while he continues to push your dick deeper, engulfing you in his fiery heat that's definitely warmer than anything you've ever felt around your cock. No sex toy will ever amount to feeling Chad’s hole, the divinity of its pleasure paired with his soft moans, his brows pulled together in concentration, his lust; all accumulate to its own holy experience. His hair spills as it curtains his taut jaw, pushing inch by inch inside, the picture before you is a beauty you gladly will die for.
As he bottoms out, a drawn-out groan escapes him, his head dropping as he collects his thoughts. You drew circles around his knees, rubbing encouragingly as you held yourself with thin restraint, understanding you know better than to move when he’s only inserted your dick in him.
“Agh– Fuck… I haven't done this in a while,” He manages between stuttering breath. You were about to utter a question when he suddenly grinds back, the words died on your tongue when you groan. He smirks, the exact reaction he wants, as he slowly raises that plush ass and drops it down with an obscene slap.
You could taste his flame as Chad now sets a fast and harsh rhythm, moving his body in such a way that it rips a moan out from you. The man in question isn't faring any better; his laboured breath and groans only show how he’s losing control. He continues the harsh movement, ass bouncing against your thigh, those filthy sounds filling the room, the only other thing you can focus on and Chad’s moans. If you decided to indulge yourself in the feeling of the man's tight hole around your dick, the heat it encapsulates around you, you fear you might cum way too soon.
It wasn't until Chad was stuttering slightly, his movement halting every other beat, that you realized he was reaching his peak. When you sat on your elbows, he reached for your arm and placed it on his cheek, breathing into your scarred palm. His eyes captivate you, his hot breath fanning on the healing flesh, soft lips pressing against it in reverence. He angles your hand just so to reach the scars that run up your arm, every inch of skin worshiped by his lips, the gestures break your last rope of restraint.
“Fuck.” was the last thing Chad heard before he was jostled when he pressed down on you, your arms posesively digs into his hips, your breath cold against the column of his neck. You move with vigor, increasing what Chad had already done, but instead with speed, you grind deep within him, knowing youve hit his prostate when the man’s moan heightens. His shouts and mewls increase in volume with every thrust, each one hitting deeper than the last. Chad swore he could practically taste your dick from his throat. Each push upwards is a deep grind as you lower his body, using your strength to move him entirely, letting the man scratch at your shoulders for purchase. Dark hair frames the pure bliss expression on him, urging you on.
You continue your pace, relentless, as Chad’s voice grows hoarse. “Fuck– I’m ah– I’m not gonna last,”
“Thats okay–” You breathed against his clavicle. “Thats okay. I’m gonna– ugh– cum too,”
Your grinds reach deep but faster while you chase your release, the impending coil within you pleadingto be released. You feel your nails dig into Chad's skin. You continue to bite around his skin, already littered with your other claims. It wasn't until you bit particularly hard on his shoulder that you had the devilish idea begging to be tested. On said bite mark, you use your power to blow a cold breath against it, just enough for small flakes of snow to touch the sweaty skin.
“Ah fuck!” Chad shouts, his eyes shot open and clenches hard.
“Chad– Shit!” You stuttered as the heat that engulfed you suddenly grew hotter, tipping you over the edge. You feel yourself cum, the hot liquid spilling into Chad’s insides, the sensation making you groan while you slow your movements. The man's own cum drips down from his dick, some splattering far enough to reach just below your chest.
Your breath mingles with his as you both try to level your heartbeat. His forehead presses against yours, Chad’s eyes are closed yet you can't seem to take your eyes off of him. The sweat creates a sheen over him, the rise and fall of his chest, his hair now tangled in odd angles, though it retains its immaculate form. You could spend days, months, just in this position, allowing time to stop as you continue to bathe yourself in the afterglow and in Chad’s presence.
Eventually, you move to lay the man beside you, careful not to prolong any bruises you might have caused. You removed the condom and threw it in the trash, grabbing your discarded shirt from outside while swiping a water bottle from the fridge that Chad thankfully kept fully stocked. When you returned, Chad had rolled over to his stomach, his hair set to one shoulder as he thumbs over your bitemark, seemingly deeper than you intended.
‘Shit, did it break skin?’
“Does it hurt?” You hand him the bottle, the man thanks you and gulps it down. He finishes and places it on the nightstand, still observing your mark.
“Nah,” He shrugs. “It’s for all the times I burned you,”
You found yourself chuckling at the absurdity of his word, fondness leaking out of each laugh. He grins, letting you pat him clean with the shirt you brought, before doing so to yourself and throwing the shirt somewhere on the floor. Chad moves to make you, allowing you to easily slip beside him, wrapping your arms around him while he lets himself be the one hugged. Arguably, it looks a little odd with the larger man inside your arms, but he feels nice to hug and you appreciate your walking heater.
“Was it true?” You begin, licking your lips with a sudden gulp. “That you haven't seen anyone in a while?”
Cha dwas silent, contemplating, before he shrugged. “Yes, not since…”
“Since…?”
“Since we saw each other again at the start of the Phoenix program,” He concludes.
‘That was so long ago…’
Chad presses his lips to the scar on your arm once more, rubbing it gently, tracing each groove of the deep scars as if trying to read them. You smile, your free hand tangling itself around his hair, feeling the softness of it as he practically purrs from the touch. You grin, kissing the skin behind his ear before settling down to rest your head on the pillow. He turns slightly, only to lean against your chest, finding comfort if his contented sigh is any sign.
You were about to fall asleep when he spoke. “So… I’m driving you home tomorrow?”
He laughs beside you as you tighten your embrace. You press a kiss to his crown, eyes half lidded as you fight off the wave of fatigue.
“Sure, only if we go on another date.”
“Deal.” He smirks.
Silence finally covers Chad's apartment; only the faint noises of the wind outside accompany you two. You sigh as you allow sleep to take you, embracing the love of your life as he nuzzles into your arms.
—
“Hey… We’re gonna talk about that temperature thing, right? Cuz’ that was pretty hot, but you're cold so it was like– I was surprised–”
A little blurb of an after-hours hand job in the SDN showers ;) (reader receiving) could be interpreted as Robert or Waterboy I guess?
"Jeez, how pathetic can you be?"
Flambae smirks down at your cowering form on the tile, slowly moving his hand up and down the length of your painfully-hard cock. A day full of teasing combined with a week worth of being pent-up had you extremely sensitive. His fingers teasingly splay out over the tip and precum webs between his fingers when his hand pulls away.
"I'm hardly touching you and you're already a mess like this? What'll you do when I finally fuck you?"
A whine escapes your throat and you lean back against the cold tile of the shower wall. Through the slits of your heavy eyelids, his form hovers over yours, caging you in. His eyes are alight with something predatory and hungry.
"please..." you mumble.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you." His grin grows even wider as he leans closer until you're breathing the same hot, thick air.
"Please keep going... Touch me again..." His fingers grasp your cock again but stay perfectly still. Your brows knit together and your back arches away from the cold tile. The pressure has you pushing your hips closer in desperation for more.
"I don't know, can you handle it? I mean, look at yourself. You're about to cum just from that." Teeth gritting, you bark out a response.
"I can handle it! Just give it to me already, I can't take it anymore."
"Jeez. pathetic AND impatient," he punctuates with a roll of his eyes. "Just don't get anything on me. We both know you can't afford the dry-cleaning for this suit."
He lazily strokes your cock, slowing down even further whenever you get too vocal or tensed up. You push your face into the exposed skin of his shoulder to smother your moans. His touch balances you on the cusp of pleasure, just barely enough to keep you dazed. When you try to place your hand over his, he swats it away.
Lifting your head, you ask, "fuck- please can you go faster?" You know your answer before he even opens his mouth by the way his eyes narrow sharply.
"No. You'll take what I give you and be grateful I'm even touching your dick in the first place." Your mouth opens to respond, but he cuts you off.
"It feels good doesn't it? Don't get too greedy. Now tell me how good it feels."
"I-It feels so good. You're making me feel so fucking good I can't think."
"That's better." His grip tightens around your cock and his pace speeds up. A curse slips out of your mouth and your hips jerk, practically thrusting into his palm. You shove your face into his shoulder again, trying to dampen the increasing volume of noises coming from your mouth.
"You gonna cum or something?" You nod vigorously, unable to form the words.
"Then do it. Cum." Something snaps inside you and you're a whining mess, writhing against him to finally get relief. When you break apart from him, warm splotches of cum decorate your lower stomach.
"Nice going. At least you got it all over yourself this time instead of me. Now get cleaned up, you're coming to my place."
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I've been obsessing over dispatch a bit the past week so if anyone wants to thirst over/ make small requests for Robert/Waterboy/Flambae in my inbox feel free. I write for male/gn/or female readers
