defenderofdesmoines | MHA #2 | Late Tuesday Evening

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MHA #2 | Late Tuesday Evening

American Hero had wrapped fairly early tonight -- Annie had told yet another hero who did not actually have a cape to hang it up and go, anyway, met with her producers for a moment after the show, and been left with enough time to actually make it back to the tower before her portal.

And good thing, too, since there had been a package left for her. Annie was very used to receiving Starlight swag -- honestly, at this point, she was pretty sick of it -- but this was...unexpected. There might have been an actual, audible, "Eep," of shock when she'd opened the box. (Though, really -- she'd just recently learned that Vought made porn in her image. Should it really surprise her so much that they also made other things?)

Anyway. She'd shoved one of the Starlight-themed items into a closet to...probably never be used, but the other had somehow made it into her bag to take home to Fandom with her. (Maybe it just fell in there, okay. Annie wasn't admitting to anything.)

"I had to kick off the guy with the electric shock powers," Annie was saying as she let herself into the MHA building and headed for her own apartment. She'd been on the phone since she'd gotten out of her portal in Fandom. "Both kind of a shame and kind of a relief."

She figured the guy she was on the phone with -- who she was also smiling at, as soon as she got the door open -- could understand that position after last year.

Of course she and Diego were people who talked on the phone right up until the moment they actually saw each other. What did you expect?

[for the fiancé, and that link is NSFW because my canon, everyone, let me show it to you. (and the post itself is also definitely going NSFW sooner than later.)]

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"Yeah." Annie had managed to kind of get a grip after her initial shock, even if she was also kind of on the brink of losing herself in how insanely good this felt. Like, she had to be careful how she touched herself with this thing, or she was a little worried things might end too fast. (Though -- it wasn't like it was always over the first time she came, either.) "God, we really should have."

She opened her eyes again to focus on Diego, the sight of whom was not going to help her stamina any, either. "Is this what you imagined?"

She was proud of herself for managing the question and a little movement of her hips at the same time, just experimenting with moving against the toy versus moving it against her. Multitasking!

"And then some," he admitted, dragging his gaze away from what she was doing with the toy to look up at her face. "Other times I imagine I'm the one using it on you."

That got a breathless smile out of Annie, even as she got a little more adventurous with the toy and dipped a little lower to tease her entrance before returning to circle her clit. Hot. Awesome. Unbelievable that she hadn't been doing this for years.

One thing could make it better. (Well, one thing besides playing a little more with the speed settings.)

"Come here," she requested, reaching for Diego with her free hand. "Teamwork, right?"

Teamwork, please, was more like it.

"Teamwork," Diego repeated, leaning in to kiss her. He wasted no time sliding one of his hands down to meet hers, just brushing his fingers against the hand that was holding the toy for now.

Annie, meanwhile, was just a little desperate as she wound her hand up around to thread her fingers through Diego's hair and palm the back of his neck, needing him close after being deprived under such circumstances. A needy little whimper escaped her when his fingers brushed her hand, because -- more, please.

There was something so intimate and sexy about him watching her and helping her touch herself, and it was really doing it for Annie even just on a psychological level.

(She would feel silly for ever being shy or vaguely embarrassed later. This whole experience might honestly have cured that.)

Diego let out a noise that could also be categorized as a whimper when she got her hand in his hair. He covered Annie's hand with his own, curling his fingers around hers. He wasn't guiding her or anything (yet), just allowing his hand to move along with hers so it was something like teamwork.

It was still really hot, just that much. And Annie welcomed the opportunity to continue to lead, here, because she was still figuring out what she liked and how she liked it. Like, the easy answer was everything, she liked everything about this -- but there was definitely kind of an art form to technique and pressure and positioning the toy against herself, here, and she was having a fantastic time experimenting with that.

Case in point, the way she let out a muffled, but very pleased moan against Diego's mouth when she moved the toy to brush just over her clit after teasing everything else, first.

Diego smiled at that reaction, nipping at Annie's lower lip. "Good? Think you can take more?"

"Mmm-hmm." Yes please. "But it's -- a lot. I'm really sensitive."

A classy, Annie-esque way of saying that she already felt like she was on the edge of coming like a fucking freight train.

"We'll go slow." He tightened the grip he had on Annie's hand, slowly guiding the toy to press against her entrance. "This okay?"

"Yeah." Annie shifted to nuzzle along Diego's jaw, exhaling a soft sigh and sliding a foot along the bed, because yeah, it felt great and not too much at all (but also just not enough that she wanted more.) "Promise I'll say if it's not okay."

But God, she loved how he kept checking. That was maybe the hottest part.

"Good." Exactly what he wanted to hear. Diego slowly started to press the toy into her, eyes focused on her face to gauge her reactions.

"Diego," Annie whimpered softly, her hand tightening in his hair as her eyes shut again so she could concentrate on how that felt. It was very different, considering Annie had never been penetrated by anything that wasn't actually attached to a person, much less something that was vibrating. "Fuck, it's so weird but it's so fucking good."

Like, in a way it was great that it was so foreign, because it was also so distinct as to not even be comparable to sex with him or even just touching herself with her own fingers.

"You look so good," Diego said, nipping at her jaw. He started moving their joined hands, slowly thrusting the toy in and out like he would if he were fucking her. "And this is just the first setting."

"We can try more." This actually seemed like a great application of the faster settings, since Annie had felt like that might have been a little overwhelming, externally. But this was different, in a very welcome way. She moved to kiss along Diego's neck and shoulder, trying to dot kisses wherever she could just to show appreciation and love and affection even while she was incredibly preoccupied by what was being done to her.

As it was, she was already shifting her hips, trying to arch up in time with his thrusts to take more of the toy, so she definitely felt like she was ready for more without risking -- like, death by vibrator or immediate orgasm or whatever.

Death by vibrator would be an embarrassing way to go, even Diego would admit that. Immediate orgasm didn't sound so bad, though.

Diego tilted his neck, giving Annie more room to kiss to her heart's content. That is, if she wasn't completely distracted by him upping the vibration setting.

It earned him a bite against the base of his neck, so hopefully Diego didn't have anywhere to go for a few days because that was absolutely going to leave a mark. (She was sure he minded.) Her hand also tightened in his hair, now definitely leaning more towards pulling than just gentle touches.

"Fuck." Look, if she did die thanks to the vibrator, she'd go out really happily, at least. "God, it's so -- I don't even know how to describe how this feels."

Different. Great. Full. Just-this-side of too much.

Diego groaned at the bite, and between that and the hair pulling he was plastering himself to Annie's side so he could grind against her hip just to get some relief.

(This was amazing, he loved it, but it also was a big test of his patience.)

"God, just looking at you," he panted. "So freaking hot. You close?"

Annie was, as she always was when the spotlight was completely on her in bed, sort of concerned in the back of her head about that test of his patience -- but she also had every intention of making sure he was taken care of in short order.

In, like, a second. Especially if he was going to ask questions like that.

"I've been close since we started," she admitted, mumbling the words into his skin. She moved her hand under his to angle the toy just so -- she'd been kind of avoiding certain things, but if she did that, she could kind of feel the vibrations everywhere.

And thus, seconds later, "Jesus fucking --" Annie would have said more, but her commentary gave way to a soft moan as she buried her face against Diego's shoulder. The electronics in the room (battery-operated included) all gave a soft buzz -- nothing broke, but everything sort of...well, surged at the same time Annie did.

Holy fucking shit. That was insanely hot. Most of the time he was too busy focusing on other things that he didn't get to watch with his full attention just on her.

"You're so fucking good," Diego said, leaning in to press some kisses against her neck. He slowly removed the toy, not wanting to overwhelm her.

Annie kind of wanted to keep the vibrator out all night, maybe. Maybe just, like, within arm's reach, in case they needed it. Maybe all the time. For emergencies. Like, it was a really good thing Diego was on board with this, because -- Annie really liked her new toy, yes.

Not that she was forming thoughts even that coherent, at the moment. "You are," she mumbled, actually trembling a little (of her own accord, not thanks to any battery-powered vibrations) as she gently traced her fingertips along the back of his neck. "That was -- Diego, that was so hot."

"You seemed like you were really enjoying yourself," he teased, nuzzling against her neck. "I liked watching you."

"I liked having you participate," Annie admitted, with none of her earlier shyness. "Like, I'm taking it back with me on Sunday, don't get me wrong -- but that was...."

Hot. One of those times he'd made her feel like she actually was sexy, and it had in turn made everything all the better and lacking in inhibition for Annie.

"You're the best." And don't mind her starting to get a little curious about him, now that she had both her hands and her wits back (sort of, anyway.) She wrapped an arm across his chest, turning a little onto her side to trace a foot against his leg.

"I am more than happy to help you at any time," he said, running his hand up her thigh. "Though I do like the idea of you using it when you're alone. That picture will help me when I'm alone."

"I might send you actual pictures, too." 'Might' meaning 'definitely,' of course.

(Though holy shit, if she had helped him hide those pictures of them actually having sex -- the way she would lock down the pictures of Starlight using the Starlight vibe would not even compare.)

She shifted so she could kiss along Diego's neck, her hand tracing lightly along the center of his chest as she rocked up onto her hip and hooked a leg across his to be closer to him. "How are you doing?"

She could see how he was doing. But you know. Talk to her.

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