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In the Fabrics - H. Mulligan

Contains: sex and some needle poking that is not a part of the sexual fun.

Pairing: Hercules Mulligan x fem!reader

A/N: The plot to this one really isn't a plot but as I always say, Smut is Smut.

Word Count: 867
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Needles pricked her sides as she stood as a mannequin for the tailor, a small squeak escaping her lips with each poke. Hercules had run out of mannequins to place his work and it was extremely difficult for him to put together a whole suit without a model to place it on so he asked one of his closest friends for help.

Despite her female figure, she made a great model for him to place pieces on and pin before he sewed them. The only downside was that she had to stand for a couple of hours at a time with very small breaks to bend her knees to prevent from fainting.

Dressed in only an underskirt and her corset, she stood on a stool before Hercules with an army uniform coat hanging off of her shoulders. It was far too big for her with the front reaching to her knees and the back to her ankles. Most of the soldier's coats were too big for a woman of any size, some men didn't even fit their own coats.

"I would love it if you stopped poking me," she spoke raising an eyebrow at the man who stood before her.

Hercules rolled his eyes, it was the same phrase every day.

"You signed up for this," he said purposely poking her arm with a needle. Gently and playfully of course but she still rolled out her bottom lip and looked at him.

"Ouch," she said making him chuckle.
He continued working and she started to stare off into space, ignoring all the pricks and soft touches against her skin.

She probably would have carried on with her daydreams if Hercules didn't wrap his arms around her waist and basically hid his face between her breasts. Being on the stool made her taller than Hercules and so he only had to bend a small amount to get in the position he was.

"What are you-"she started but then realised that he was fiddling with something under the coat and behind her.

"Sorry," he apologised, looking up and into her eyes, "I just..."

He paused and she gulped. They stayed in that moment for just a second before snapping out of it, Hercules coughing awkwardly as she looked away flushed.
Hercules continued to work away gracefully until the coat was finished and he took it off of her, averting his eyes when her breasts and neck were more exposed to him.

He slid on the jacket and turned to a mirror before saying, "How do I look?"
She stepped off of the stood and walked to his side, snaking her arms around his torso, one dangerously close to the top of his pants and she said, "Like a soldier."

Hercules smiled proudly at himself and she never thought she had seen anything as adorable.

She bit her lip and admired him in the mirror for a moment before speaking out courageously, "Do you know what would make it look better?" she asked.
He hummed and she moved in front of him and she whispered in his ear, "If it was on the floor."

Hercules sighed in a pleasurable manner and he watched as she pulled away from him, disappearing into the back room where he kept all the fabrics and yarn for his projects.

Hercules went back and forth between pursuing the woman in the closet or actually doing his job and it took him less than a second to realise what a stupid thought it was before he practically ran into the closet, slamming and locking the door.
When he turned around, there she was, corset removed with only a thin, white, strapless, dress that she wore underneath all of her layers.

The tailor could feel himself growing harder by the second, his clothes seemingly disappearing off of his body by soft hands of an angel before him.
Their lips moved together as Hercules held her against the wall his cock dragging along her inner thighs driving her mad. The top of her dress had been pulled down, her breasts exposed and the skirt was hiked up to her hips.
The only clothing remaining on Hercules was his shirt that had somehow been ripped down the front to reveal his broad and hard chest.
The woman he had pinned moaned loudly as he pushed himself into her filling her up.

"Fuck, Hercules," she moaned, on of her hands on the wall for support and the other on his shoulders, her nails digging into his dark, smooth skin.
Her moans,Hercules' grunts, and the sound of slapping skin were all that could be heard as the savoury smell of sex fragranced the walls.

As Hercules' thrusts became sloppier, the woman with her eyes shut tight and her nails dragging along the outfitter's back bit into his shoulder, moaning loudly.

With one last thrust, Hercules came inside her and she soon followed when he shoved his entire member inside her tight hole, unable to take such pleasure that she felt.

Their heavy breathing slowed as they slid down the wall still in each other's arms both with smiles on their faces from their new found desire for the other.