#fthisoneshot

“Is that you baby?” You holler over the spray. You hear a belt buckle being unfastened and clothes being shucked off. Before long, the shower curtain slides open.

“Yeah ‘s me sweet thing.” Frank steps in, fully naked, taking hold of your waist. He leans down to kiss the back of your neck. His scratchy beard tickling you.

You reach back to him, curling his now damp hair in between your fingers. You two stand under the spray holding each other.

“Smell so good pretty girl,” Frank mumbles into your skin. His hands are kneading circles into your hips, subtly pulling you backward, against his hard cock.

You gasp. “Frankie…”

“Didn’t get to see your little show today.” Hands grind your ass harder onto his front. You arch your back.

“Not my fault the site wanted you later,” you groan. Frank nips into your neck, one hand reaching down, running through your folds.

“Bastards,” he growls. “Always keepin’ me from my girl and her sweet cunt.” Frank’s hand goes to cup your pussy, fingers kissing your entrance.

“Lemme feel her baby, missed this pussy so bad,” he groans. You keen and arch further into him, reaching back to cup his manhood.

His whole body reacts, letting out a low, heady moan. “That’s it pretty girl, touch that cock. It’s all yours, baby.”

You moan as his fingers enter you, immediately finding that spongy, heady spot. “Frankie…feels too good baby…” “Yeah sweet girl? Am I making you feel good?” His other hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts, fingers finding the pert of your nipples and rolling them sinfully. Your hand on his cock starts to stroke, gathering the precum that’s gathered at the tip and using your thumb to spread it around.

Frank’s cock is weeping—rock hard, hot, heavy and throbbing—all for you.

He fingers you to your peak, and adjusts you to the far wall of the shower, away from the spray. Your hip is on the wall, and your leg is hooked around his as his cock stands to attention right at your entrance.

His grabs your jaw, and brings you into a steamy kiss. It’s fully desperate and depraved, gnashing teeth, tongue and spit. Once you two pull away, a little string of shared salvia connects your lips.

You look deeply into his blown pupils. “Fuck me Frankie,” you plead.

“Shit baby,” he gasps, pushing into the sloppy heat of your cunt. “She’s squeezin’ me so tight, knew she missed me.”

He sets a slow pace, thrusts deep and hard, just the way you like. Your moans are pornographic, loud and uncontrollable, only covered by the steady stream of water behind both of you.

“That’s it baby, lemme feel her cum…need to feel this sweet pussy come all over me,” Frank whispers in your ear.

Your eyes are rolled back, mindless babbles and moans coming from your throat. “Please… please make me cum Frank, need it-“ “Shhhhhh, shhh baby, I’ll make you cum honey. Make this sloppy cunt even sloppier.”

He starts to rub your bundle, slow just like his thrusts. You feel the knot in your belly begin to tighten, your orgasm just in reach. “Keep going Frankie, please baby, needa cum for you,” you babble.

“That’s it, lemme feel it sweetie.” Frank gives your clit one more good rub and you feel the knot tighten completely. Your vision goes a little white as you cum hard. Franks follows shortly, and you feel hot spurts of his cum fill you.

Your groans mix into a cacophony of sound, filling the bathroom with your coupling. Frank pulls out and your legs start to shake.

Frank is there, he always is, to catch you as your knees give. “Gotcha honey. ‘Ain’t goin’ nowhere with me around.” He scoops you up bridal style, carrying you out of the bathroom into you two’s bedroom and lays you onto the soft sheets.

“Be right back sweetheart,” he mumbles, heading back into the en suite. He comes back shortly, for a warm wet towel and wipes your slit clean of cum.

Frank sees the thick mental fog that’s formed in your eyes. Time to start the real aftercare.

“D’ya think you could use it for me honey?” He asks through the fog of your mind. You whine softly. “…water, need some water Frankie…” “I gotcha baby don’t worry.

He brings you water, making sure you take little sips as he holds your head up in his hands, and shortly after brings you to the toilet to pee.

While you’re doing your thing, he rummages through your closet to pull out pajamas and grabs your coco butter lotion from the nightstand.

“All done in there?” He called into the room. “All done Frankie!” You responded. He goes and picks you off the toilet and lays you back down onto the comforter of your bed. He starts to lotion your body, taking generous care and time to get all creases and crannies, and dresses you in panties and one of his old navy shirts.

“There ya go honey, good as new.” You beam up at him, but shortly after yawn sleepily. Frank grins down at you. “Let’s get you to sleep honey.”

You roll onto your side, cozying as Frank covers you and rounds the bed to his side.

It had been a while since you first fell into wonderland. You were about 17 at the time, but you can't remember for sure, as time is unpredictable here. You had been found by the red and white queen after you fell, and the two monarchs briefly fought for your place in their court.

The white queen had won the argument, and you were swiftly placed in her court as a lady, enjoying grand balls and living a life of luxury. Through all this still, you couldn't help but feel something in your life was missing. Something thrilling, exciting.

It was when you felt this feeling that you started taking walks around the grounds of the castle, slowly evolving from just the castle grounds to the area surrounding those grounds, and then the woods around that area. One day you got lost, wandering to find your way back to where you started.

“Damn,” You mutter. It appears you’ve gotten even more lost than you were initially. You're in thick woods, no houses, paths or markers to indicate where you could possibly be. “I shouldn’t have walked this far, damn it all.” Stumbling through the woods a little more, you see the beginning of some hedges. “What’s this?” You wonder. “I’ve never seen this before. Is this the beginning of the red queen’s maze?” You press on further, the sound of faint singing getting louder as you do.

“It’s one minute until tea time Hare, take your seat so we can start!”

What in the hells? Tea time? In the middle of the woods? How peculiar.

After walking a few more hedges, there's a small opening to peek through. There’s a little gate between two hedges, a kind of window opening acting as a door as well. You take your skirts, bunching them up and crouching to get a peek over the gate.

Before you is a long table dressed with mismatched teapots and cups. The tablecloth is stained, once a brilliant white with flowers adorning it, now a more cream brown, donning lots of tea stains. Sitting at this table are three men—well, a man and two human-like creatures? One has a brown mop of hair atop his head, a pair of coke bottle glasses on his face, and two little mouse ears with a tail. He’s dressed quite meekly, a tweed brown suit vest and deeper brown slacks. The second of the three is more eccentric than the former. Two bunny ears sticking straight up from his blonde hair. He is wearing a green corduroy suit jacket, his vest a canary yellow, and he has a little pocket watch in his hands, tossing it between left and right.

The third and final gentleman is the most eccentric of them all. His hair is a bright, firey orange--a mauve hat sitting crookedly atop his head to match his equally mauve suit. His vest is an olive green, yellow striped sleeved peeking from his just-to-small suit jacket, barely held in place by his rubbed shiny copper cufflinks. He has some whimsical, informal handsomeness you think.

Oh, he's looking at you! While you were far in your thoughts observing the three men, they noticed your poorly concealed presence. "Why, Hello Madam! Fancy a spot of tea on this merry un-birthday?" The man in the hat speaks to you, looking almost through your soul with his hazel-green eyes. The other two soon follow in their staring.

"Oh! I-I..." You start to stumble over your words, "There's no need to hide behind the gate, any and all are welcome to tea with the Mad Hatter!" He stands from his spot at the table and approaches the gate, leaning over it—and your crouching form, to offer you a gloved hand and quizzical head-tilt. You take his hand, muttering a shy "Thank you.."

Ever since then, weekly walks turned to weekly teas, the hatter learning your identity and how you came to wonderland quickly into the affair. You go back to the hedge garden every week, enjoying exciting antics and ridiculous conversation. In fact, that's exactly where you're heading now.

In your hands is a picnic basket; full to bursting with jams, cookies, and cheeses—all from the finery of the white queen's castle—and your lace parasol. You take the same route you do every time—through the forest and directly to the hedges. You're always early to tea time nowadays, more eager to see only one of your three companions.

The Hatter—with his witty conversation, cooky nature, and seeming gentleness with you—hasn't failed to take a piece of you. A crush started to develop, its long spindly fingers grabbing a hold of your heart and grasping for dear life. But that's not important now, there's a very jolly tea to attend.

"You're here quite early, don't you think?" A voice from behind you says. You startle. "Oh Hatter, you scared me!" You say, swatting at him playfully as he dodges only to grap both of your wrists and hold them out in front of you both. "My apologies, dear Y/N. It was not my intention to startle you." He holds your wrists there, gazing into your eyes as you both seem to breathe in unison. "I have never noticed," He leans in, "Just how beautiful you are." You breathe a sigh, belly suddenly filled with butterflies. Your eyes flit around his face, noticing the subtle twitch of his button nose, the way his eyes shine when they look at you. He's studying you heavily, eyes dropping from you brows, to your nose, to your mouth, chin, neck, clavicle...

"What do we have here?" The Hatter's eyes shoot up, just a few inches from your now heaving busom. You snatch yourself away from him, bringing your basket protectively to your abdomen. "Hello hare," The Hatter starts, "You're just in time for tea." Hatter goes to sit in his place a the table. "Hatter-" You start. "Well, how marvelous a day it is! Mouse brought cards to play after tea!" Hare seems excited, proudly whipping back to snatch cards out of Mouse's timid hands. Mouse lets out a squeak, but quickly protests at the taking of his cards. "Hey, give those back! I found those fair and square, they're mine!"

Hare sticks out his tounge, skipping to his chair while mouse fidgets after his cards. You shake your head amused at the display, and with a chuckle, take your seat at the table. Right next to Hatter. Your eyes flick over to him, but you find he's already staring at you. His gaze is intense, and you have to look away to save your sanity.

This will be a hard afternoon tea.

"So Lady Y/N, how is court at the castle?" Mouse asks. You turn to him, smirking at the question. "Oh, boring as usual. Many less cat fights to report than last week." "A shame inedeed, I was quite looking forward to hearing if Lady Juliet tore off Madam Cathrine's face." Hare remarks, reaching for jam and a cookie to spread it on. You bring your cup to you lips, snickering into it. "Yes, that would be quite the story to hear." It's Hatter's turn to remark, still staring holes into the side of your face.

"Oh Lady Y/N, these cookies and jam are exquisite! You truly spoil us with such things." "Oh, it's nothing Hare. The queen is quite fond of me, so I get extra food easily. It's the least I could do for all of you, after letting me join your parties." "Nonsense! You're by far the best addition to our humble troupe, Lady Y/N!" Mouse seems especially determined as he says this, standing up suddenly and rushing to your side to take your hands. "Thank you Mouse, that's very sweet of you." You beam. "I've had quite enough of this sweetness, of with you mouse. Go hide away into your teapot or something." The Hatter has an icy glare and even icier words for Mouse. It seems he's somewhat bothered by the other man's display.

"Oh- I shall not hide away! I'm only telling her the truth!" Mouse argues back. Hatter stands suddenly, a teapot in his hands. "Begone you absolute creature you! I won't say it again!" He races after poor mouse in a fury, chasing him into the safety of his giant teapot at the other end of the table. He sneers at the teapot, stomping back over to his seat and plopping down into it.

"Well..." You start, eyes nervously flitting between the teapot and the Hatter. "Why don't we play some cards, yes?" Hare suggests. "It might lighten your mood Hatter!" You turn to him, eyes pleading for a yes. He looks back. "...fine. But only if I get to pick the game." "Alright!" Hare hands you the cards, and you pass them to Hatter, fingers brushing—sending a tingle up your arm.

"I choose go fish. First player with four books wins." Hatter starts to shuffle the cards, dealing the three of you six cards each. "Let's make this more interesting, hm? The player who wins gets a kiss from Lady Y/N." Hare offers. Your head whips up, face a dark flush. "Wait a minute, what do you mean a kiss?!-" "I'm up to that, how about you Y/N?" You turn to Hatter incredulously. "I say no kiss! Why me?" "Oh come now Y/N, it would only be a peck on the cheek, nothing more!"

You hesitate for a second, mulling over the suggestion. "...alright then. But only a peck on the cheek, nothing else!" "Alright then, let's play!"

You three go through 4 rounds, asking eachother if they have a card you're looking and pulling from the pool. By the end of the second round, Hare is losing. By the middle of the third, he's out of the game. "Well, I guess this is the end for me. Ill go check on mouse—poor thing must still be terrified after to antagonized him so severly. Win that kiss for me, hm?" Hare darts off to the other end of the table, opening the lid to the teapot and peering in.

"What makes him so sure you're going to win?" You remark, side-eyeing Hatter. "Says the one with only two books while I'm working on my fourth." "Hey! It's not my fault Hare had none of the cards I needed—you don't have any threes do you?" "Oh yes, blame it on the game and not your skill—no, I don't have any threes, go fish." You reach into the pile of cards between the two of you, pulling out a five instead of a three. You sigh. "I assume that's a five?" He grins. "How did you know, are you, cheating perhaps?" "Of course not, and I will take no such accusations against myself." He reaches his hand out, palm flat and eyes on yours. "Now hand me that five, and let me claim my prize."

His wording sends another tingle down your spine, as if his firey stare wasn't enough on its own. "And why should I? You didnt even ask properly." You raise your brow at him, feigning indifference. "Oh, my apologies, my Lady. Do you have any fives in that hand?" "As a matter of fact I don't. Go fish." You grin at him as he grimaces. "I may remind you that it's not a'tall lady-like to lie." You stick your tounge out at him "That isn't lady-like either. Are they teaching you any manners at that castle?" Hatter reaches for the pool, and the bastard has the nerve to pull out a five. "Well, would you look at that?" He places the five into his last book, cards askew and all over the place—if it were anyone else playing they wouldn't be able to tell who's books were who's.

Hatter turns to you, grin as big as the cheshire cat's. "It appears that I've won." You grimace. "Yes, it does seem that way, unfortunately." "Unfortunate for whom? I see this as a pure and fair win." "Yes, much like the raven and the writing desk." While you suddenly find the table and the cards quite interesting, Hatter is staring into your face. "Don't I get my prize?" "When you stop being such an arse, maybe." You glare at him. He turns to the direction of Hare and Mouse, ready to boast about his 'miraculous' win.

It's also at this time you decide to get the kiss over with, leaning into his cheek, ready to peck. "Do you hear that Hare?! I won, fair and-"

Hatter suddenly turns his head back to you as your planting your kiss onto his cheek.

Your lips touch.

His are surprisingly soft, for a madman who you've never seen take any care into his appearance.

You yank your head back just as quickly as you planted the kiss. It was only a little peck, but it was on his lips—not his cheek like you agreed.

Your eyes widen, positively mortified by what you've just done.

Hatter just sits there, star-struck.

"Oh." Hare says, he and Mouse now staring at you two. "Should we leave?" Mouse whispers. "I think we should. Um, tea was wonderful as always! So was go fish. See you two lovebirds next week!" Hare takes Mouse and scurries to the gate, disappearing behind the hedges.

You can't process much, everything besides your heartbeat fading into the background of static that's now consuming all of your senses. You've just kissed The Mad Hatter--your giant, fat crush for a month or so. You haven't even told the queen, haven't had to, she already has a way of knowing these things--let alone the man himself. And now you've gone and kissed him on the lips. Great!

You slowly come to your senses, shyly turning your head while your fingers cover your mouth. The Hatter is still staring at you, wide-eyed. He hasn't said a word since your lips touched.

"I'm so sorry Hatter, I was only trying to-" Your turn to him, starting to come up with some excuse--any excuse--anything to get you out of this mortifying situation--of course he doesn't like you, why would he, stupid girl-

"No. Don't do that. Don't pull away."

His hands suddenly hold you face, either hand holding either cheek.

"I...I want this Y/N. I know you've had a crush on me--I was going to do something about it today if it weren't for those two gits-" His eyes close, and he shakes the frustration out of his head. This man...what is he saying? He knew you were crushing on him? Do something about it? Do what? "What do you mean, Hatter?"

After a long pause, he answers. "I've had a crush on you too. I was too scared to do anything about it until now--i thought you were untouchable--that I wasn't nearly good enough for you." How silly. Two fools in love, worried that the other didn't feel the same.

The Hatter--someone you though could only see you as a friend--was standing here in a new light, gentle, caring, soft. He was baring his soul to you--and he reciprocated your crush. You, the White Queen's lady-in-waiting--the forbidden fruit he could never taste.

"Do you mean that, Hatter?" "Of course I do my lady." "Then kiss me again. I feel the same. I have for a long while." He does just that—tenderly cupping your face with one hand, your bicep in his other. This time the kiss was sweet, full of promises and whispers of love to come—how wonderful and fuflilling it would be for the both of you.

It felt right, even after you both pulled away from eachother, resting your foreheads on the other's.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispers to you, smiling. "I love you too, Hatter." You whisper back, smiling too.

"You owe me a tart from the Red Queen Hare!" You both hear off in the distance. You both chuckle. "Those two...whatever shall we do about them?" "We can worry about that later. I want to stay in this moment for as long as possible." "Sounds good to me."

A/N: That’s all folks! How cute are these two huh? This ended up wayyyyyy longer than i thought it would be lol. Hope you enjoy always! Like and reblog if you did, I would really help out my blog! Also let me know if y’all want a tag list or anything! He’s the Boss pt. 2 is on the way!

Over the next few weeks, you develop a nice workout routine with Claggor. Show up to the gym at your agreed times, focus on whatever body area he’s chosen for you to work today, have a little sexual tension in the form of guided stretching and form correcting, go home sore/shaky and with a little pool between your legs.

Even on days that you don’t see claggor, you find yourself thinking of him. Late nights after an exhausting shift at the office, your mind whispers sinful little thoughts—wandering back to his smile, the way he lingers when he corrects your form, his biceps that are bigger than your head…

Your arm snakes downward while you’re in bed, searching for the wet patch in your panties. Who knew you’d be masturbating to your personal trainer, but here you are.

You imagine lowering yourself to your knees, needing to absolutely worship this man in front of you.

Your fingers hook under the elastic of your panties, rucking them down your hips and pressing two fingers immediately against your clit.

You imagine his wanting cock—how achingly hard and flushed it would be if you got your way with him. Taking his cock in your hand and stroking it, feeling the ridges and veins of it, swiping the hole of his tip with your thumb. Precum drooling out of the slit, his cock twitching appreciatively at your ministrations.

“Keep doing that and I’ll cum right here.” He’d croon, head craned back, eyes locked onto you.

You bite your lip as you start to rub little circles on your clit, the other hand coming up to your breast to pinch your nipple. “Fuck, Claggor…” you whisper.

You imagine getting your lips around the head of his cock, bracing your hands on his thighs and sucking hard. He’d groan, a low, almost animalistic growl coming from him as he grips the back of your head.

“That’s it pretty, suck it. Feel how hard he is for you baby?”

You’re panting at this point, little more than clit stimulation getting you dangerously to the edge. You feel the low, hot coil in your stomach tightening—your climax closer than you anticipated.

Your mind wanders to what’d be like with claggor, two of his thick fingers buried deep into your pussy.

“That’s it pretty girl, I feel how close you are…” The sinful squelch of your cunt almost drowns his voice out, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, vision spotty, tears in your eyes.

He leans down to the crook of your neck, nosing the juncture of your jaw. “C’mon honey, lemme feel this sweet pussy come ‘round my fingers.”

The image of it makes you cum in real time, your eyes rolling back, small, needy whimpers falling from your lips.

You lie back in your bed, jelly legs and hazy mind. Three weeks and this man was already worming his way into your every fantasy.

You can’t take it anymore. You’ve got to do something. If he’s gonna play dirty by being so unbelievably sexy—well, two can play at that game.

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In spirit of “getting your summer body,” you decided to find a personal trainer. Good gyms are hard to come by in the undercity, most of them being filled with obnoxious gym bros or creeps who stare at you in the mirror. You knew working out at home wasn’t an option either, due to a busy schedule and procrastination. So personal training was the only way to go for you, tripling as protection from creeps, someone to hold you accountable to your routine, and a way for you to actually work out.

That’s how you found Claggor, a quick search of “personal trainers Undercity” on instagram, and after sorting through three creepy accounts, you stumbled upon his. Legit bio, no creepy vibes, and god was he ripped. You scroll down, coming across a video of him shirtless, deadlifting. His arms were like canons—chords of muscle rippling under his skin whenever he lifted the bar over his collarbones. You could see the strain of his thick neck and even thicker torso, the faint outline of an eight pack becoming present whenever he breathed in heavily.

Now that’s not the only reason why you chose him—he had a good website, great reviews, and great work ethic…but his physique did a little more persuasion for you than anything else.

You signed up on his website, filling out a form of what areas you wanted to target, your former experience, and what days/times you were available. Within the next week, you had a message from him letting you know that he got your form and wanted to meet at the Last Drop Cafe, which happened to be right below his gym.

You go to meet him next day, and to your delight, he’s legit. He meets you at the door, black compression shirt and gray sweatpants that make a little drool escape from your lips.

“Y/N, right? It’s nice to meet you, I’m Claggor.” He offers his hand to shake, a bright, gentle smile spread across his face reaching all the way to the crinkle of his eyes. You take his hand in yours, shaking earnestly and matching his smile. “Hi! It’s nice to meet you!”

"Why don't we head inside? I've got a table waiting for the both of us." He motions behind him and inside the cafe. When you look inside, you can see a cozy table near the entrance, a laptop and notepad ready beside a steaming mug of liquid. "Sounds good to me, let’s go!" You grin.

He leads you inside--takes out a chair for you to sit across from him-- and when you do, his pushes it in. He's so close when he pushes in your chair--you can smell whatever woody cologne he's picked for the day. It makes you throb with need.

"Did you want anything to drink or eat before we get started?" He asks, reaching for a pair of glasses sitting next to the notepad. He puts them on, the frames sitting on the tip of his nose so he can look at you over them. "Umm, no, I think I'm okay. Thank you for asking though!" You decline politely. "Alright then, let's get started." He looks down to his computer, clicking an ink pen and then looking back up to you.

You've decided that he is in fact very hot with those damn glasses on.

"I see in your form that you have Monday, Wednesday and Thursdays from 11AM-2PM. Are those still good times for you?" "Yes, they are!" "Okay great," He starts to type on the laptop, taking some brief time to also write down whatever he typed. “Did you have any specific areas you wanted to target?” “Oh, I’m just looking to tone everything, find my workout rhythm, things like that.” “I see, well we can definitely do that,” He gives you a once over, seemingly puzzled at your answer. He quickly shakes it off though, meeting your eyes again with a quick smile. “Let me finish up my notes and I’ll see you Monday!”

After he’s all finished with all his management stuff, he’s kind enough to walk you out of the cafe—even all the way to your car door!

“Alright, call me if you have any questions or need to add anything else to what I already have. See ya Monday!”

You wave him off, but after that, your mind was cloudy with him the whole drive home.

His scent, the nearness of him, the little glint in his eye whenever he looked up at you.

It did something to you. But you didn’t know what. Not yet.

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