#trolley

The final trolley to cross the Brooklyn Bridge, No. 1074, on March 6, 1950. Commissioner of the Board of Transportation G. Joseph Minetti waves from the steps, with motorman James Brennan at the controls, while Boy Scout William Harms of Troop 18 blows taps.

Oneshot: Fem! Reader x Husband! Nam Joong-Do

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Warnings: Somnophilia, Oral (F! Receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation, Squirting, Creampie, Possessive! Nam Joong-Do, Size kink if you squint😋, Degradation Kink.

Word Count: 1851

Author’s Notes: I couldn’t help it, him on Ep. 1 of Trolley getting needy with his wife made me feel things…

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“So sweet, even in your sleep,” Nam Joong-Do murmured, his voice a low, intoxicating rumble that cut through the quiet of the room. His fingers traced the hem of his white shirt where it clung to your curves, the fabric nearly translucent under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. You stirred slightly, a faint whimper escaping your lips as his hand ventured lower, sliding beneath the shirt to cup your breast.

He’d come home late, as he often did, the weight of his political responsibilities clinging to him like a second skin. But seeing you there—sprawled across the bed in nothing but his shirt and those delicate black panties—stripped away the stress of the day. Your legs were parted just enough to reveal the slight curve of your hip, the shadow between your thighs an irresistible invitation.

Joong-Do knelt on the bed, his movements deliberate yet unhurried, as if savoring every second of this stolen moment. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly, inch by tantalizing inch, until they pooled at your ankles. The sight of your pussy, glistening faintly in the dim light, made his breath catch.

It was a masterpiece of softness and heat—petal-pink lips that parted slightly, framing the slick, velvety entrance that beckoned him closer. Your skin was smooth, save for the faintest dusting of dark, silky hair that trailed from the apex of your thighs in a delicate arrow. He leaned in, his nose brushing against the inside of your thigh, inhaling the faint, musky scent of your arousal.

You whimpered again, your body responding even in sleep, and Joong-Do couldn’t resist any longer. His tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, teasing path up your inner thigh before pressing against the warm, wet folds of your pussy. The taste exploded on his tongue—sweet and tangy, with a hint of something wild and primal that made his cock throb painfully in his slacks.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer as he buried his face between your legs. His tongue circled your clit, teasing it with lazy strokes before sucking gently, the pressure making your back arch off the bed. A gasp escaped your lips, and he could feel the way your body shuddered, your thighs tightening around his head as if to keep him there forever.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he muttered against your pussy, his voice rough with desire. “Even in your sleep, you can’t help but crave me.” His words were laced with a dark edge, a possessiveness that sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. He lapped at your slit, his tongue plunging inside you, curling and stroking that sweet spot that made you moan his name in your dreams.

Joong-Do’s fingers joined his tongue, slipping inside you with ease as they stroked and probed, the dual sensations building a fire in your belly that threatened to consume you entirely. He could feel the way your walls clenched around him, desperate for more, and he smirked against your skin.

“You’re so pathetic like this,” he whispered, his breath hot against your slick folds. “Helpless. Needy. Just a little slut who can’t even wake up to beg for more.” His words were cruel, but they only made you moan louder, your hips rocking against his mouth as he worked you towards the edge.

He added a third finger, stretching you open just enough to make you gasp, his thumb circling your clit in firm, relentless strokes. Your body trembled, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped.

“That’s it, cum for me,” he growled, his voice commanding as he felt the first waves of your orgasm crash over you. His nails dug into your thighs, holding you open as your pussy gushed around his fingers, soaking the sheets beneath you. The sound of your pleasure filled the room—a high, keening cry that made his cock ache with need.

Joong-Do didn’t stop until you were squirming beneath him, oversensitive and gasping for air. He sat back on his heels, admiring the mess he’d made of you—your legs still trembling, your pussy still pulsing with the aftershocks of your release.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm as he unzipped his slacks, freeing his aching cock. “Every part of you. And I’ll take what’s mine whenever I want.”

As he positioned himself between your thighs, the tip of his cock brushing against your sensitive entrance, you finally stirred awake...

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Joong-Do’s intense gaze. His dark eyes burned with a hunger that sent a shiver through you, even as your body still pulsed from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He was already pushing into you, his thick cock stretching you open inch by inch, the sensation overwhelming and exquisite. You gasped, your back arching slightly as he filled you completely, the fullness making your pussy clench around him instinctively.

“You’re so tight,” he muttered, his voice low and guttural, almost like a growl. His hips pressed against yours, grinding deeply, and you felt every ridge, every vein of him as he moved. So big. Your legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord, pulling him in even deeper, as if your body couldn’t get enough of him.

Joong-Do didn’t wait for you to adjust. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, each one drawing a soft moan from your lips. The slick sound of your wetness mixed with the faint slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, amplifying the raw intimacy of the moment. His hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as he set a steady rhythm, his cock gliding in and out of you with an almost punishing precision.

“Feel how deep I am,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Feel how much you belong to me.” His words sent a jolt of heat through you, the mix of dominance and possessiveness in his tone making your pussy clench tighter around him. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your body responding eagerly to his every movement, every word.

His pace quickened, the slow, deliberate thrusts turning into something harder, more urgent. The bed creaked beneath the force of his movements, and your moans grew louder, more desperate. His cock hit that sweet spot inside you with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You could feel your orgasm building again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core.

“That’s it,” Joong-Do said, his voice a low, commanding rumble. “Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you need this.”

Your fingers dug into the sheets beneath you, your hips lifting to meet his thrusts as if trying to take even more of him. The room was filled with the sound of your combined breaths, the slap of skin, and your whimpers of pleasure. Joong-Do’s grip on your hips tightened, his nails digging into your skin just enough to leave marks, and the slight pain only intensified the pleasure coursing through you.

He shifted slightly, angling his hips so that his cock rubbed against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you with every thrust. The sensation was almost too much, your body trembling as pleasure rippled through you in electric waves. Your nails raked down his back, leaving faint red trails in their wake, and he groaned softly at the sensation, his thrusts becoming even more relentless.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice fierce and possessive. “Every part of you. Every scream, every moan—they all belong to me.”

The words sent a thrill through you, your pussy tightening around him as if in response. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body begging for release. Joong-Do’s thrusts grew faster, harder, his cock pounding into you with a force that made you cry out. The pleasure was overwhelming, your mind going blank as all you could focus on was the feeling of him inside you, filling you completely.

And then it hit—your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your back arched off the bed, a loud, keening cry escaping your lips as your pussy clenched around him, gushing with wetness that soaked the sheets beneath you. Joong-Do didn’t stop, his thrusts relentless as he drove you through your climax, prolonging the intense pleasure until it bordered on unbearable.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Look at you, coming all over my cock like a greedy little slut.” The words were harsh, humiliating even, but they only made your pussy clench tighter around him, sending another wave of pleasure through you. His hips slammed into yours, his cock stroking that sweet spot inside you over and over as he chased his own release.

His breathing grew ragged, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he got closer to the edge. With a low groan, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came, filling you with his warmth. The sensation sent another ripple of pleasure through you, your pussy milking every last drop from him as he shuddered above you.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the room silent except for your heavy breaths. Then Joong-Do leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You’re not done yet.”

Before you could respond, he pulled out of you, his cock still hard despite his recent release. He flipped you onto your stomach with ease, lifting your hips so that your ass was in the air. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he pushed into you again, his cock sliding in easily thanks to the mess of cum and arousal coating your pussy.

“One more,” he said, his voice dark and commanding. “I want to feel you come for me again.”

His thrusts were harder this time, more brutal, and you could do nothing but take it, your body responding eagerly despite the overstimulation. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room once more, punctuated by your gasps and moans. Joong-Do’s hands moved from your hips to your ass, spreading you open as he fucked you harder, deeper.

“Such a needy little thing,” he taunted, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?”

You shook your head weakly, unable to form words as pleasure overtook you once again. Your orgasm hit suddenly and violently, your pussy clamping down on his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. Joong-Do growled as he felt your walls tighten around him again, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

With a final, brutal thrust he came inside you again, his cock throbbing as he filled you with his cum once more. He stayed buried deep inside you for a moment longer before pulling out, leaving you trembling and gasping for air on the bed.

Joong-Do straightened up slightly, one hand gripping your hip possessively as he leaned down to whisper in your ear:

"You're not going anywhere tonight. I'm not done with you."

Might I interest thee in spider-sona doodles Plus his Scorpion mentor+Scorpion's nemesis(?) and... eeessentially black-cat esq character Trolley??? if she worked on trains and dressed like one LMAOOO

CW Mentions and results of violence under the line

A stimboard with rainbow dogs, makeup, transportation, and parades! Happy pride month!

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