Advent calendar: Day 12. Gingerbread

A/N: As a disclaimer, this wasn’t intended to be as funny as it is.

Gingerbread man x fem!reader || degradation, dirty talk, special dick, flavored cum, (mentioned) oral sex, vore (maybe a tiny bit?)

Your date went well. More than well. Well enough that your pussy is tingling and he’s following you to your room. He pushes you back into the bed, his body hovering over yours as you tremble in anticipation. You’ve been waiting for this moment since you first laid your eyes on his sugary sweet body. He parts your legs, and you shiver, knowing fully well what he’s seeing.

He chuckles, one of his fingers rubbing your wet seam. “Going around without panties? What a dirty girl. I bet you like the danger of it, don’t you? You like knowing someone can sneak a peek and see how wet you are… Naughty, naughty human…” How can he look so cute but talk so filthy? It was driving you insane. “Next time tell me so I can have some fun while we eat,” the promise on his tone makes you groan.

He pulls your shirt over your head, leaving your skirt on. He takes his shirt next, making you groan as you see his golden skin, toasty and sugary, his dough body so yummy you want to take a bite out of him. But then he pulls down his pants and you have to bite your lip.

“You… Your dick… It’s a candy cane,” you finally let out, trying to stop the giggling from erupting but failing.

He doesn’t let you catch your breath, though, he grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back, licking a stripe along your neck as he asks: “Laughing now, little whore?” You whimper, the giggle dying down as your pussy starts quivering at the edge of danger in his voice. You let out a half response, something that pretends to sound like a no, but ends up in a moan.

He strokes himself, a colorful pearl of precum appearing at his tip and making your mouth water. He follows your eyes and smirks, rubbing along the tip of his candy-cock with his thumb and offering it to you. You latch onto his finger and moan in delight. He tastes wonderful, like condensed milk with a hint of mint. It’s delicious and you want nothing more than to devour him.

But he has other plans.

He slaps your pussy with his candy, making you let out a squeal as he laughs. And then he does it again, and again, until you are whimpering, pleading him to fuck you, to have mercy on your poor self and fuck you until you can’t breathe. Until you forget your own name and you can only chant his.

He laughs at you, massaging the tip of his candy against your clit, rubbing the minty moisture with your juices, making your whole pussy tingle. You never thought you’d be into something like that, but thinking about it, you also didn’t know you’d be into gingerbread men… And there you were: panting and desperate to be fucked by one.

“Please, please…” You beg, scratching his shoulders until he hisses. You probably took part of his dough, oops.

“Say you want it, little whore. Say you want my candy inside your tight wet pussy,” he instructs. You blush harder, his filthy mouth is driving you insane.

“I- I want it…” You try, but another slap makes you groan, interrupting your talking. He chuckles and lets you be for a second so you can say: “I want your candy inside my tight wet pussy.” The embarrassment to repeat his words makes you want to hide your face in your hands, but he holds you still, your face looking into his toasty colored face.

“Such an obedient little whore, you really want it, don’t you? You are desperate to be stuffed…” You nod vehemently, the tip of his candy-cock finding your entrance. You moan louder, urging him to do it, to get inside of you, your legs wrapping around his middle, your heels pushing him forward as he laughs and complies. “So desperate, my filthy little whore…” He whispers against your ear as you feel him entering you at a tortuous pace.

You cry out his name, your nails digging further into his dough, your heels trying to urge him deeper, but he doesn’t bulge. He’s taking his time to fit inside of you, so very slowly that your brain is short-circuiting and you can’t do much but groan over and over. He feels perfect, the ridges, the mint, the feel of it… it’s making your brain turn into jelly.

“Just like that, surrender to the pleasure…” He’s pushing into you in short thrusts, hitting points you didn’t even know you liked. “Such a good little whore, clenching on my shaft and making me feel so good… You are divine,” his praises only make you more desperate, panting and breathing so hard you fear you are about to hyperventilate.

But he’s not having any of that, and he thrust the final centimeters in a hard thrust, making your eyes roll back into your head as you scream his name and arch your back as far as possible, pleasure spreading from your pussy to your whole body.

It’s transcendental, a pleasure so deep and primal you can’t comprehend it, but as soon as he starts thrusting, you don’t care about that anymore. You only care about how good the candy-cock feels inside of you, how deep he reaches, and how his ridges are hitting your secret points better than any dildo ever could.

You are turning into a melted body under him, his thrusts measured and pointed, hitting your G-spot precisely as you chant curses and groans. A drop of sugar hits your cheek as he starts to sweat, you lick it, marveling at his taste once again. You throw your head up, latching onto his neck to suck a hickey and get some more of his delicious taste.

“Oh goddess, you feel so good. Your pussy is so tight, you are so perfect. Made for me. Your pussy is made for me,” he keeps spilling filth as you suck on his neck, his groans mixing with the slapping sound of his chocolate balls against your ass. “Do you want to come, little whore?” You moan an affirmative, sucking harder on his pulse point. “I’m going to fill you with so much cream you are going to become sugary sweet,” he whispers as he thrusts harder.

His fingers finding your clit and rubbing until you are losing your mind and precipitating over the edge of an incredible orgasm that makes your legs shake and your pussy quiver. He follows soon after, coming inside of you so much and so hard that you can feel every single twitch of his come hitting your insides.

He, true to his words, fills you with so much cream it starts to overflow around his candy-cock, making you feel filthy and sated. It’s the best feeling in the world. His body sags against your front, the full body pressure, making you feel content and relaxed, his cock still twitching inside your overused hole. He chuckles when you mumble incoherently against his cheek, kissing every part of his face you can reach.

But he surprises once again, kissing you deep and hard until you are panting and you can feel the arousal building up back again inside of you. “And now I feast…” He says before he travels down your body and buries his face in your pussy.