Ab-sew-lutely (part 2)

Minotaur x chubby fem!reader || groping, lingerie, dubious use of seamstress ruler, dirty talk, whipping (lightly), rimming, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics (fem dom), oral sex

You dress in your best clothes, and when he shows up at the store to pick you up, you feel like your insides are turned into jelly. He looks phenomenal, all dressed up in a burgundy suit that accentuates perfectly his brownish hair. You stare at him with an open mouth until you get yourself together and let out a tiny “hi” that he reciprocates. You two act like two teenagers on their first date and you love it, you love the new hope blossoming inside of you at the thought of having something with this beautiful minotaur.

He made reservations at the Italian restaurant you’ve been dying to try but didn’t want to go alone. You don’t know how he knew you wanted to go there, but you can’t complain when you try the garlic bread and it’s so good you moan. His blush is so dark and his tiny smile so sweet that you almost choke on your water. You talk and get to know each other little by little, every new fact you learn about him makes you want to know a thousand more. He’s so sweet and caring and… fucking hot. You can’t stop staring at his beautiful face and polished horns. He looks straight up one of your monster fantasies. And you can’t help yourself from getting more and more turned on as the night passes.

You thought he was just pretty, but learning about him is only making him a million times hotter. He’s interesting and smart and doesn’t interrupt you as you talk about your hobbies and shop… And then you remember. The lingerie. The lingerie you asked him to wear under his clothes. Your face flushes with embarrassment as he looks at you, recognition showing in his face, too. You try not to be too obvious when you reposition yourself, your pussy suddenly asking for attention. Attention in the form of a naked minotaur wearing only lace lingerie.

You don’t say anything, but when he suggest to get the recipe, you are more than eager to get out of there. But, as always, your no brain-to-mouth-filter acts up again and you have to ask: “Are you wearing it?” As you exit the restaurant. He stops in his tracks, looking down at you with the most precious blush in his cheeks.

“Ye-yes,” he stutters, making him look even more cute.

And just like that, the part of you that usually scares boys away appears: “Good boy.” You want to curse yourself for saying that without thinking, but instead of looking warded out, he shivers visibly, his blush deepening. His reaction makes you smile, a plan already forming in your perverted brain. “Do you want this night to end here?” You ask him, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“No,” he responds rapidly. You smile up at him, invading his personal space and caressing his chest over his pretty shirt.

You get to your tiptoes and grab his horns, pulling him down so you can whisper against his ear: “Do you want to come back to my place and show me how pretty you look with lingerie?” You can feel the shiver that runs down his body at your words, his body pressing against you more firmly as his hands touch your lower back.

“Yes,” he whispers back, his lips barely millimeters away from yours. And after all, you are only human, so you can’t resist the pull he has on you and you close your mouth over his. He groans, and you deepen the kiss, his big tongue invading your mouth and making you whimper.

By the time you broke apart, you are breathing hard and he has a pretty big bulge in his pants. “Let’s go, pretty boy,” you tell him and grab his hand, pulling him along.

When you get to your house, you kiss some more, your back pressed against the door as he grounds his dick against your stomach. You are as wet as ever, your panties dripping down your thighs, but you want this to be about him, you want to see if he’s as submissive as you suspect. You want to play with him like he’s a toy and see how he reacts. You are hoping he’s the good little sub you have been looking for, it would be a dream to have such a pretty minotaur be yours. Truly yours.

You push him away and lead him to your living room, he follows dutifully, not even questioning where you are going, and that makes you smile a bit maniacally. “Strip,” you order turning around to stare at him with a stern look in your face.

He looks around, his face flushed when he sees the big windows across the room. He doesn’t know those are special glass, and nobody can see from the outside. “He-here?” He asks with a tremble in his voice.

“Yes. Here. Now.” You order again.

He looks at you as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving you. By the time his chest is in full display, you have to bite your tongue not to swallow it. His pants are next, and when you stare at him with just his lingerie on, you can’t suppress the moan that escapes your mouth. He looks good as sin in the pretty lingerie, his hug cock framed perfectly by the lace.

“You look stunning,” you compliment and coo at him when he blushes and fidgets with his hands. You approach him slowly and take his hands, positioning them around your hips. “Such a big boy…” You say as you rub his erection through the lace, his intake of breath sounds delicious in the quiet room. “You like that? You like my hands on you?” He nods and you smile, deciding not to be too hard on him as to ask for words.

You start groping his pecs, your hands roaming around his body, every part you can touch, you do. You touch his body for a long while, just enjoying the soft hair he has all over, he’s like a giant teddy bear and you want to squeeze him. And cuddle him. And fuck him, too. His hands never move from where you put them, and you feel excited about it. He doesn’t move, doesn’t try to pull away or grope you in return. Such a good boy.

“What do you want?” You ask when his breath becomes erratic and his hands twitch against your hips, he’s getting desperate but he doesn’t complain, which makes you smile.

“I- I want…” You don’t say anything, just grab his dick with a little more force than necessary, making him whimper. “I want you to make me come,” he finally confesses in a lower tone.

You smile up at him, caressing his cheek to make him look at you. “Is that so? And how do you want me to do that?” You tease.

“I- I don’t know,” he stutters when you start rubbing your hand against the lace faster, you can feel his precum forming a wet patch where his tip rests at the side of the panties.

You smirk up at him, licking your lips in what you hope is a tantalizing movement. “You don’t know?”

He looks at you with utter trust and lets out: “I- I want to keep the panties on.”

“Go on, what else?” You press, wanting to know exactly what he wants of you.

And when he says: “I want you to use me, and I want to make a mess.” Your legs almost give out under you, he’s so precious, good goddess.

“Good boy,” you praise. He smiles like you just gave him a gift, and the butterflies in your stomach take flight. You are way over your head with him, he’s so pretty and beautiful and submissive, your brain is a bit dizzy with energy and excitement at the possibilities. But you had a plan, you thought of it in the car on your way here, and you want to follow it. “Bend down over the back of the sofa, I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy using your words,” you instruct.

“I- I do?” He gasps when you accidentally (but not really) rub his nipple, making him moan.

“Yes.”

He does as he’s told, bending down and exposing his awesome juicy ass covered in the prettiest lace. You look around until you see your seamstress ruler over the table and a new idea blooms in you. You approach him again, slowly caressing his ass, pulling the waistband away and releasing it, making him gasp at the soft slap.

“I’m going to use this ruler to whip your sweet ass. I want you to remember me tomorrow…” He whimpers and you smile while continuing talking, “and then I’m going to rim you until you cry ,and make a mess of your pretty panties, is that okay?” Consent first, always.

It takes a second for him to answer, but he nods as he says: “Ye- yeah.”

“Good boy,” you reward him with a praise again, making him groan softly. He’s so fucking cute, damn.

“Count for me,” you order as the first whipping comes down and makes a delicious sound in contact with his skin.

He cries out, but lets out a soft “one”.

From there, you alternate between whipping his ass and caressing the red mark left behind. Groping his ass every once in a while just because you can. He does a great job of counting, one after the other until you get to ten, red stripes across his juicy ass making you wetter than your favorite porno. Your mouth is already salivating at the idea of having your mouth on him. Drop the ruler and kiss his back for a bit, until his breathing calms down and he starts whimpering, his hips moving against the sofa desperately. You take pity on him and lower his panties just enough to get his precious ass-cheeks out, but not enough to let his cock free.

You don’t give him a heads up, you don’t say anything as your hands part his cheeks and your mouth founds his gaping hole. You tongue his hole him until he’s crying out so loud you know you are going to get neighbor complains, but you don’t care. He sounds better than any music you’ve ever heard and you can’t get enough of him. Your hand goes around his body and you palm his erection, cupping his balls harshly just to hear him gasp and whimper again. You keep tracing patterns with your tongue as he pushes his ass backs against your face, you slap his ass with your free hand and he cries out again, making you smile.

“Please, please, please…” He chants, rubbing his dick against the back of the sofa. You are more than glad your sofa is fake leather, and you’ll be able to clean it easily because he’s making a mess… And you love it.

You smile against his hole and push back a little, your fingers rubbing over the shiny puckered hole as you ask: “Please, what?”

“Can I- Can I come?” He questions, his voice low and low-key pathetic, which only makes you wetter. You want to rub one off, but you want to make a mess out of him first, you want to take everything he has.

“Aww,” you coo, “such a good boy asking for permission. Yes, darling, you can come whenever you want.”

You get back to work tonguing his gaping asshole, one of your fingers joining in the fun and making him scream in pleasure. With your other hand you rub his dick more intently, jerking him fast and messily, his precum soaking the fabric and making the movement easy. It takes him less than a minute to shout your name as you feel his dick twitching against your hand and his asshole clenching around the tip of your thumb, you smile and keep working him through his orgasm. He cries out in over-stimulation, but you don’t stop until his body sags against the sofa, big thighs trembling and whimpers escaping his mouth as you kiss his hole one more time.

You help him into a sitting position on the sofa, cuddling against his side and caressing his stomach until his breathing calms down and he can talk again. “That was… That was… Wow. Thank you,” he says, his voice rough after all the screaming he just did.

You feel a bit more than proud of yourself for making a monster so big become such a mess, his panties are completely ruined, but you bet neither of you care about it. “You are most definitely welcome,” you laugh at that.

He grabs your chin and makes you look at him, just to softly ask: “Can I- Can I eat you out?” You want to say yes, you want to say yes more than anything, but this wasn’t about you, you know it wasn’t. Not today, at least.

“Not today, darling. That was really intense,” you explain, hoping he understands. His face falls and you realize how bad it sounds, he probably thinks you don’t want to see him again. Silly minotaur. “You can take me out again and then eat me out for dessert, though,” you add, tone amused. His eyes sparkle with hope and you can’t stop yourself from sitting on his lap and kissing him, making out for a long while.

“I’d like that,” he says when you part. “I should… I should go.” You nod, knowing it’s too early to ask him to stay the night, it was an intense session for both of you. He gets dressed as you stare at him with a smirk on your face, giggling when he puts his pants back on over his destroyed panties. He shoots you an annoyed look, but there’s no heat behind it, he just looks soft and fucked out, and you love that look on him, and love even more than you were the one to put it there.

You walk him to the door, your hand on his arm, craving his touch. “Maybe next time you earn to see my lingerie,” you tease as you pull him down by his horns and kiss him goodbye. “Drive carefully and text me when you get home, okay?” You say before pecking at his lips one more time and playfully slapping his ass again. He winces and blushes, making you laugh as you watch him walk away.

You see him walk back to his car with a twitch in his step, and you bite your lip not to break into giggles again. He would definitely feel the whipping tomorrow, and that makes you giddy with excitement. You weren’t expecting him to be such a good boy, and now you can’t wait to see him again.

Let me know if you want a part 3.