Measuring tape

Commission for anon

Request: Hi big lurker or your work… Could u write about a very shy, grumpy mothman annoyed that his tailor is retiring, but gives him a referral to a new one; claims that he’s a pro at his work and is the gonna be the next thing. The mothman takes the recommendation and goes to the new shop to find out the tailor he was referred to is actually a human (trans masc pls) they’re super casual and eccentric. When They have to take his measurements and he melt into their touch, the human notices this and finds it adorable that this large creature is so needy for his touch, so they help him out a bit.

Mothman x transmasc!reader || oral sex, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics (lowkey), inappropriate use of measuring tape

“You should go to him, he’s a great tailor.” His retiring tailor tells him, his wings moving around as he finishes getting all the fabrics together.

“Can’t be as good as you,” he says, stubborn to let his old tailor go. “You said he was a human, too! How can a human be good with wings? He doesn’t have them!” He tries not to sound too dramatic, but fails miserably.

“He’s great, you’d love him, I assure you of that.” His tone is ominous and mothman can’t understand why, but something inside of him moves.

That’s how he finds himself on a new tailor, waiting impatiently at the door to his nerves to calm down so he can go inside and get his measurements taken so he can, finally, get a good suit that fits his wings. He counts to fifty and opens the door, minding the wings behind him, trying not to hit anything, and he sees… you. You are walking around, cutting some kind of fabric and his mind short-circuits for a few seconds, too shook to even comprehend what he’s seeing, how there could be a person so… perfect.

And when you turn around and look at him directly with your most polite smile, your breath catches in your throat as he sputters. He never believed in instant love, but it might be time to change that belief. You stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, some kind of tension building between the two of you, but you can’t exactly name what it is. Sexual? Romantic? There’s electricity in the air and you want to roll into it, feel it all over your body.

But you are a professional, so you sigh, and ask: “Hi, welcome to Wing’s Tailor, what can I do for you?” Your costumer’s voice turns deeper, hotter in a way, and yous see the mothman shake a bit on his feet. You have to bite your tongue to stop the giggle fighting to escape.

“I need a new suit,” he says simply, cutting.

“Okay, I will take your measurements first, then.” You point the mirrors on the side of the store, where everything looks a bit more collected and professional. You try not to be too messy, but sometimes it escapes your powers to keep everything tidy. He looks around with a hint of disgust at the chaos on the table, but says nothing as he positions himself in front of the mirrors.

You start to take the measurements slowly, methodically, always sure of what you are doing. He doesn’t say anything, you don’t either, but the electricity between you two gets higher and higher as you measure him.

Everything is going to plan, and you have to bite your lip to stop from smiling every time you touch him and he flinches, his body shivering. He’s so cute you want to hug him. And maybe fuck him senseless. But you say nothing. You are a professional.

But when you notice the part of him that feels a bit too big in his pants, you can’t stop yourself from cooing at him. “Aww. Are you excited to be here?” The innuendo clear in your voice.

He looks at you with his big black eyes and his antennae twitching, you realize he’s embarrassed and you want to coo again. He’s so freaking cute. “I- I... sorry,” he ends up saying. If it weren’t for his fur, you bet he would be blushing like crazy right now.

You know you shouldn’t say anything, you know it’s not a good idea and you are a professional, but the electricity between the two of you is driving you a bit insane and you want nothing else but to kiss him. “Do you want a hand with that?” You finally ask, praying to the goddess that this is not the worst idea of your life.

He looks at you across the mirror like you are crazy. “A- A what?!” His exclamation is not a no, and you smirk smugly at him.

“A hand… I- I like you and you seem to be… in a situation.” You point at his crotch, where his dick is still pressing firmly against the buttons of his jeans. “Maybe I can help,” you try not to sound too hopeful about it, but you fail. You are as desperate as him, your pussy quivering in your boxers.

“What- What would that look like?” The insecurity and hopefulness in his voice are so cute you want to kiss him senseless. But you refrain. Not yet.

“Well… I would touch you.” You caress the top of his wing, he shivers. “I would caress you some more.” You touch along his furry chest, feeling him shiver under your fingers. “I would kiss you.” Your hands travel down, tickling his lower abdomen as he groans again. “And then I would suck your dick down my throat,” you deadpan, grabbing his dick and squeezing lightly. The sound he makes is so erotic you have to press your legs together. “Would you like that, pet?” You ask, trying the term on him, not everyone likes that. He whimpers and you know you hit a good point with him.

“Ye- yes.” His voice quivers and your t-dick pulsates inside your pants. You are so turned on you want to scream. You turn him around and grab a stool, putting it next to the mirrors and moving him until he’s in front of you. You reach to your belt and grab what you are looking for. “What are you doing?” He asks when he sees the measuring tape back in your hand.

“Making sure you behave, pet.” Your voice is like a caress to him, and as you tie the measuring tape around his hands behind his wings, trapping all his upper extremities at once. He shivers under your touch and you smirk up at him, looking down again to see his dick twitching. He’s definitely enjoying the play. “Sit,” you order. He obeys instantly, sitting on the stool, his wings fluttering behind his body.

You lean down to reward him with a kiss, slow and sensual. He shivers again, a tiny whimper escaping his mouth as you smile against his lips. You fall to your knees in front of him and he whines again, his antennae moving over his head like crazy. He’s so cute you want to scream.

“Tell me you want this,” you ask him, your hands on his furry thighs as you feel him tremble under them, like he has too much energy to be contained.

“Ye- Yes, please.” You smile at him and lower your head.

You launch at his dick like a desperate soul, opening your mouth wide and sucking him as deep as possible. He cries out over you and you smile around his girth. “Mmm, so tasty,” you groan in appreciation, making him whine. You smirk and go back down, swallowing around him and twirling your tongue around the tip. He screams again. The sounds he’s making are so erotic and so needy you feel yourself getting wet.

“Are you going to be a good pet for me?” You ask, sitting on his lap and rolling your hips over his wet dick. He shivers and nods. “Words, pet.” He shivers again as you grab his dick and position it over your entrance, playing with yourself with him. “You like being my toy? You like how wet I am for you?” He whimpers at your words.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please.” His broken moan makes you smile. He’s so adorable all needy and desperate. You tease yourself a bit more with the tip of his dick, making him beg a bit more as you rub your T-dick. You groan loud and long, making him beg some more. “Please, please, please.”

“Okay, pet. You earned it being such a good boy for me.” You lower your hips, your pussy swallowing him desperately. You groan when he’s fully inside, so deep you can barely breathe.

You start slowly, bouncing on his dick methodically, taking as much pleasure as possible with the movement over him. He groans and moans, a desperate little pet for you as you feel the power high of having him at your mercy. You grab the back of his head and kiss him fiercely as you go faster, harder. He whines uncontrollably against your lips, desperate little pleas against your lips as he moves his hips as much as he can to meet your bouncing hips.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer, one of your hands playing with your engorged t-dick as you groan against his open mouth. “Come for me, pet.” Just as if you pressed a button, his thrusts get frantic and you feel his cum deep inside, filling you in the most erotic way possible. You come around him, the sensation of his twitching dick making you convulse around him, thrashing on his lap. “That was… wow,” you say when your breathing calms down.

“Yeah, it was…” He agrees, his wings fluttering and making you smile.

“I would like to do that again.” He nods frantically, and you kiss him deep and slow again, until he’s moaning against your mouth. You help him to his feet and untangle the measuring tape. He gets dressed slowly, his black pupils fixed on you. He looks at you like he wants to eat you but also beg you to fuck him again. And you are more than ready to do it, but not today. You have other clients waiting. “Your suit will be ready in two weeks.” You finally tell him, a bit smirk playing on your lips.

“I- Okay.” He steps to the door as his legs tremble and his antennae twitch. You can’t stand how adorable he is, so you step into his space and grab some of the fluffy hair on his neck, pulling him down into another toe curling kiss.

You break the kiss, looking at the clock and frowning. His pout is so cute you peck on his lips over and over until he’s smiling once again. “Can’t wait to see you again, pet.” You giggle at his shook expression. He leaves your giggles behind as he closes the door and walks home on shaky legs.