Meal prep

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Request: I was thinking maybe a minatour boyfriend who makes the readers favorite dinner for them after a stressful day at work, but they get side tracked and the boyfriend goes down on female reader. Something very fluffy, and some praise. Essentially just monster boyfriend taking care of reader and helping her relax.

Minotaur x fem!reader || oral sex, squirting, overstimulation

After the worst day at work, you walked home feeling like the weight of the whole world was on top of your shoulders. The only thing brighter in your day was the little note your minotaur boyfriend left in the lunch he packed, telling you how pretty you looked when he was deep inside of you and you were screaming his name. You blushed when you opened it, and saved it with the other notes you were almost collecting.

You loved that he enjoyed cooking, especially when you could eat a nice meal everyday without having to think about it. And walking to your shared apartment, you could only think what he would be making, already excited to see his sweet face and high horns.

The house smells amazing when you open the door, like spices and your favorite meal. You announce your arrival with an amused “Honey, I’m home!” because it always makes him smile, and there’s nothing you like more than to make him smile. You hear his hoofs walking to the entrance and when you see him with his cute apron you almost cry, your breath getting a bit choked when you try to say “Hi.”

“What happened?” He asked as soon as he looks at you, his smile falling instantly when he saw you walking to him, dragging your feet until you could wrap your arms around his middle and bury your face in his pecs.

“It was a long day,” you mumbled against his chest. He smelt delicious, like your favorite meal but also like the best smell of the world: him.

He hugged you tightly, until you were almost breathless and the tension was leaving your body. He rested his big head over yours, his horns making funny shadows on the wall as you showered in his warmth, trying to let go off all the worry and annoyance of the day. It was hard to do, but when he leaned down and kissed your forehead, you sighed, contentment filling your body slowly.

“Let me make it better,” he said before he picked you up and throws you over his shoulder. You thought he was taking you to the bedroom, but he walked right into the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” You screeched with a laugh, your body bouncing over his shoulder as you patted his round ass, pinching it and earning yourself a soft slap on the back of your thigh. You gasped, arousal pooling on your lower abdomen at the contact.

“I’m going to prepare my meal,” he said as he carefully laid you over the island.

You got up on your elbows and stared at him at your feet, kneeling down in front of you and dragging your legs to him until they were over his shoulders, and your ass was half hanging from the island. “What are you doing?” You asked again, your blood boiling as he smirked up at you.

He said nothing, pulling your pants off. You thought he would pull your panties next, but he didn’t, he leaned down and licked you through the cotton. You let out a happy sigh, his wet heat against your hot center driving you insane. The friction between the fabric, his tongue and your dripping cunt was exhilarating and arousing, making your back arch as he pulled you further out, your legs wrapped around his big head and your hands finding his horns.

He lapped at you through the fabric for a few moments, just enjoying playing with your pussy like it was his personal chew toy, and you were just laying lazily, using his horns to guide him where you wanted him more. He complied, sucking on your clit through the fabric, but it soon wasn’t enough.

He ripped out the fabric with his teeth, spitting the remains to the floor before you felt the drag of his giant tongue travel from your asshole to your clit, sucking lightly and sending you into oblivion with a scream. He ate you out like a starving minotaur, messily and almost forcefully, his tongue and his fingers hitting every sensitive part of you until you were peaking a second time and your brain was melting into a puddle, the worries of the day completely forgotten as the second orgasm washed over you.

His fingers were there instantly, pushing inside and dragging the orgasm further, higher… You were screaming his name, grabbing onto his horns and rolling your hips to drag it as much as possible. He grunted and sucked, as if he was enjoying himself as much as you were. And he probably was, he liked going down on you more like he liked any other thing in the world, and you… enjoyed it greatly.

But that thought was lost as soon as you felt him twisting his fingers, rubbing against your G-spot as he sucked harder on your clit. It was almost too much, so sensitive and intense… But so, so good.

“I- I can’t-” You tried to say, but he was having none of it, thrusting faster, sucking harder… “Oh, oh, oh fuck!”

Your scream died as soon as you felt something inside of you give out. It was like a dam broke and your whole body reacted. Your legs shock hard and fast, almost kneeling him in the face and scratching yourself with his horn, but he held you still as wave after wave of inexplicable pleasure threw you over.

There was so much coming out, drenching him as he lapped at you greedily, your squirt getting all over his shirt and face, all over his fur and some of it landing on the floor. You couldn’t care, because you’d never felt anything so good and so intense before. It was maddening, and you didn’t know if your body would even be the same after it.

When you calmed down a bit, your body still shaking with aftershocks, he licked your pussy one last time, sucking on your clit and making you whimper. He pulled back with a chuckle, his whole face drenched in your juices as he stared at you dumbfounded, gaping like a fish and licking his lips repeatedly, seeking your taste in the squirt still dripping from his fur.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” he mumbled with the biggest smile ever, looking so smug and proud of himself you couldn’t even tell him off. That and because you were panting too hard to even form words. “Now I feed you so I can explore more of this,” he said as he licked his still wet lips, “later.” It sounded like a promise, and your pussy was already tingling in greediness.

You could only nod as he took some warm towel to clean you up and prepared the meal. He sat you on his lap and proceeded to hand feed you, your heart warm and content. He mumbled stuff about his day while he did so, not caring that you weren’t talking at all. He kept offering you food and giving you tiny kisses everywhere he could reach, telling you how much he loved you every time he pulled away.

Bad day wasn’t so bad anymore.