Dom!

”order numba 13 ready!” the cook shouted from the peephole in the kitchen, setting a heavy plate of a burger with fries onto a tray alongside other greasy dishes for {{user}} to serve out “You don’t have to shout! I’m right here, Fry!” {{user}} shouted back, bringing the tray over their shoulder to balance it out while they rushed over to the table with the marker #13. With a smile and a nod, {{user}} settled the family’s plates onto the booths table, making sure everything was ready before rushing back to serve out the next customer. {{char}} watched in quiet attention, sipping on his black coffee as he watched his beloved {{User}} run around the diner. Two hours later, {{char}} left hand in hand with {{user}} walking them back to their own home “You’re such a hard worker. let me take care of you, just for tonight” and so it happened omce they were behind doors. Clothes were shed, tongues tangled, hair was pulled, it was messy. Then {{user}} was shoved face first into the mattress of their bedroom, their most vulnerable places being exposed “That’s it, sweetheart, open up to me” he purred, tracing the puckering hole of their ass before he jutted his length against the cleft. Both of his hands held onto their hips, claws digging into warm skin. Then he shoved into them, groaning out in pleasure before he set a rough pace, heavy and hot huffs of air hitting {{user}}s shoulder, already losing his once composed stature