As pretty as you are

Request: Hello, it’s the fem!Minotaur anon and yes I’d love to request!! And I was wondering if you could do something fluffy & with a good balance of smut (and a hint of body worship?) with the plus sized fem!Minotaur with a masc!high elf ? Especially a good dose of height difference if you can too, please! And ofc take your time since you mentioned that you’ll busy with other works… have a nice day and thank you! <3

Elf x fat fem!minotaur reader || body worship, oral sex, size kink || tw: mentions of fatphobia (implied)

The bad thoughts have been dancing around your head all day before you break down and ask him: “Do you find me attractive?” You stare at him, looking all handsome in his traditional elvish fashion. He’s just so… perfect.

“What? Of course!” He looks almost offended that you dared to ask him that. “Where is this coming from?” He approaches you, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat of his body. You have to look down at him, his neck arched up to look at you. He’s so tall for elvish standards, but so tiny in comparison to your minotaur size...

You sigh heavily. “I just… I’ve heard people talking. How I’m so much taller and bigger than you and I… I got self-conscious about it.” He’s looking at you like you just grew a second head. “It’s just that you are so lithe and regal, and all pretty… and I… I’m too big and strong and horns and...”

“Stop it. They know nothing about me. Or you. They know nothing about us. I like those things about you. I like how you look. It turns me on.” You look at him with unshod tears in your eyes, blinking fast to avoid them. His frown only deepens. “Get on the bed. Now.”

“But…” You try to argue. You had places to be, stuff to do.

But his tone leaves no place for questioning. “No buts, only your butt,” he jokes. You let out an amused huff and he smiles. “Bed. Now,” he repeats. You know what that means.

If he has to repeat it a third time, it wouldn’t look good on you. You’d probably get punished. And even if that idea shimmers in your brain… You don’t have the energy to fight him. You don’t want to. You only need him to reassure you that he loves you, that he likes how you look. Goddess, you wish other people’s comments didn’t matter so much, but after being that minotaur girl all your life you can’t just ignore it.

So you lay in bed.

And he follows.

Laying down your height difference is not as noticeable, but when his hands lay on your body, you can see the absolute difference in your size. You don’t care much about it, but you know it brings him pleasure to see you like that. To have such a strong big minotaur at his mercy… And you like that. You like to bring him pleasure, especially when it means having him look at you like he is right now. Adoringly.

He slowly peels off your clothes, as if he was unwrapping a present and didn’t want to wrinkle the paper. He takes his time, not touching your skin if he doesn’t have to, making you more and more desperate with each passing second. By the time you are naked, your whole body is vibrating in anticipation.

The first contact of his fingers against your skin makes you arch your back, a current of electricity waking up every cell in your body until you are moaning. You never get how he can make you so horny with so little, but damn if you aren’t dripping wet for him already. It must be elvish magic.

His fingers are followed by his soft lips, kissing patterns on your brown skin until you want to scream. But he doesn’t let you react before his tongue is touching one of your erect nipples and your brain is shimmering in pleasure. He worships your udders like he has all the time in the world, playing and pinching, sucking and licking until your brain is a mess of unconnected thoughts that only make you want to scream his name. But it’s not enough.

“I need more, please…” Your voice is barely a whisper, but he looks up at you with a mischievous smile and you have to press your tights together to try to get some pressure.

His words turn you on and annoy the shit out of you at the same time: “Patience is a virtue, my lovely minotaur.”

But he doesn’t follow through with that statement. He’s as impatient as you are. He follows a trail of kisses down your strong tummy, kissing each one of your abs and parting your legs with gentle hands.

He smiles at you one last time before diving in your pussy with the hunger of a thousand men. From then on, it’s all a blur of pleasure and intensity that leaves you shivering and screaming his name at the top of your lungs. He devours your pussy like he’s a man on a mission, using every single trick he knows, touching every single centimeter to make you feel a pleasure like any other.

You don’t want it to end, but the pleasure is too high, his fingers too dexterous and his tongue too perfect… You come with a cry, his mouth sealed over your clit and his fingers rubbing your most special place until you are begging him to stop before you make even a bigger mess.

He pulls back with the most self-satisfied and smug smirk ever. “Do you believe me now when I say you are the hottest and most beautiful minotaur ever?” You nod, unable to for coherent phrase yet. He climbs up your body until his hands are caressing your face softly. “Never doubt how perfect you are to me,” he whispers against your forehead before offering you some water to calm your raw throat. You smile up at him, your eyes half closed already.

A nap sounds good right now.