GoodIntentionedwhore

“So is it true that you guys carry like the toys”, the question is followed by a collection of hushed giggles. You look up from the register screen at the group of middle schoolers in front of you. You barely manage to contain an eye roll, “that’s Spencer’s, this is hot topic”. The group looks around the store then behind them through the glass windows. One of taller girls in the group shoves her friend before all of them begin to run out the door, stumbling over themselves. In yet another fit of giggles they knock a Kuromi mini backpack off your front display shelf. You sigh..

Kids. Was I this annoying when I was young?

You grab your store keys and close the register you were counting walking around the counter towards the display. Just as you were getting close a man walks through the door. Your first thought is how fucking massive he is. He’s fully covered in a pink button up with the sleeves rolled just below the his elbows and a pair of jeans so fitted they’d be considered “skinny” if he wasn’t so… beefy. He bends down in front of the display and picks up the backpack with a small smile. That’s when your second thought comes: he’s cute.

He looks up and you immediately lock eyes. Andddd you just realized you’re like a foot away from him and have just been straight staring at him. “Hi welcome in, I can uh, take that” you gesture a hand towards the bag and his eye dart to your manicured cherry black nails before they come back to your face. “Oh.” He says. But he doesn’t move. There’s a solid two seconds of staring before you quirk a brow. “OH! I uhh… I’m look for more of this?”, he lifts the bag slightly. You analyze it for a second. Its black messenger bag with purple stitching and a Lolita kuromi embroidered on the flap… it didn’t really look like his style but you’ve been wrong before. “Is there something wrong with that one? Or were you trying to purchase more than one?”, you question lightly. “No no, like… more of the” he looks at the bag again, “black and white devil thing… girl? Devil Girl.”

Oh. “Like more kuromi specifically or like Sanrio in general”, you put your head through the land yard of your keys and adjust your top. His eyes flicker to your chest and instantly back to your eyes. “YEs” his voice cracks and he clears his throat, “yes”. He has his arms folded, clutching the bag to his chest. A small laugh escapes you, “yes to?”.

He looks at the ceiling then back at you. “Uh, I’m not sure. This is like. For a a coworker, she likes this stuff. ”, he pulls the bag away from his chest and stares a bit, “but I’ve seen this one before so she’s must be popular right?”. Cute. So cute. “Yeah, come I’ll show you the rest of our Sanrio collection”

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Thank fuck you get out early on Sundays. This heat was determined to cook you it seems, even in your shorts. You had finished counting the till a minute ago and already had your bag slipped over your shoulder. You hesitated near one of the racks, debating on using your discount on a piece from the new collection of Elvira merch. Suddenly there’s a shadow casting over you from behind. You side step but when it doesn’t pass you look up. Pretty boy.

Adam plays with a button on his shirt and for a second despite his stature he looks small. “Hey.. again.”

“Hey, sorry dude I’m like, off the clock. But Jenny is actually like a Sanrio Expert”, you make a gesture towards the counter where a younger coworker is standing. “Oh, actually uh”, he balances his weight from foot to foot before lifting a boba drink you hadn’t seen earlier, “I just wanted to thank you for helping me”. Aww, how sweet of him. “Thanks dude, it’s kind of my job though. You didn’t need to buy me anything”, you eye the drink with a healthy amount of skepticism but realize it fully seal and ‘un-poked’. “Yea, of course. Your good. THAT is good, like you are. Good. At your job!”, he rushes out, “I just thought you might like to… this”. You raise an eyebrow fighting a smile. “I might like to this, huh?”, he pales but before he can say anything else you grab the drink. “I think I do actually. Wanna watch me drink it in the food court?”, for a second you think you can see the loading symbol above his head.

It won’t fit. Some part of you already knew that. But you were thinking about the main course. You didn’t realize he would just not fit anywhere.

Not in his underwear when you started teasing him.

Not in your hand when you took him out.

Not in your mouth RIGHT NOW.

It’s incredibly frustrating actually. Your mouth obscenely hinged open and only 2 inches past his tip. Your teeth are lightly grazing that prominent vein on the underside of his shaft but it’s not exactly like you can open your mouth any further. He’s leaking, you can feel it in the back of your throat and your tongue is twitching in that involuntary way it does when they say open wide at the dentist. But you want this. You can do this you know you can. You come off him not even half an inch to take a deep breath- ready to squeeze your eyes shut and take him as deep as you can. But. The second you take that inhale he shudders, he twitches HARD, and the pressure it puts on the roof of your mouth has you sputtering. You pull off of him turning your head as you battle with a coughing fit.

“Shit, I’m sorry”

His hands wrap around you as your airways finally go back to there pre scheduled program. “Baby… come, let’s just watch a movie. We can get that dessert you like?” Your head whips towards him. His eyes are filled with that earnest look, like he would really just hang the towel here. Even with his mass still hard, leaking, and beginning to turn a blushing shade of red. You feel your determination rear its head. Okay. Pivot. Your beautiful hunk of a man deserves to cum regardless of his size. You shake your head and his brows furrow. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do- And you’re doing great! I just don’t wanna have any accidents”, he rubs his thumb on your cheek. It’s soft , gentle, and communicative in a way that’s so Adam. So Adam in a way that’s so assured it’s He-Man. You bring your face closer to his tip breath fanning over him. He shudders and twitches again. And you watch as his balls draw up and his member strains towards his stomach before it drops back with enough momentum to slap your chin. Precum smears against your bottom lip. “Well I don’t want an accident in my mouth and all over my face”, you tilt your head sideways and kiss his tip leaving wet kisses down the head of his cock. “I want it on purpose”. Your tongue licks from his head down the path of his hot vein and he makes a sound that’s entirely Adam, not an ounce of anything else.

“Mm- you’re… you’re so pretty. Prettiest thing in the universe” he huffs, eyes half lidded. They squeeze shut for a second when you plant another wet kiss at his base. You try not to giggle at him as you rise to his tip once more, cheeks hallowing slightly before you let spit as much as you can muster. Adam jumps with a sharp inhale. “Fuck! That’s-… sorry, that was nice-good!-AMAZING! SHIT! That was amazing… sorry”, that you can’t help but bark a laugh at. “Relax baby, m’gonna take such good care of you”, both your hands leave his thighs and begin to slick your spit down his shaft. His knee rocks into you before he sits up adjusting in his seat. Your hands stroke him, shoulders moving to get full range of motion because it’s definitely a range. He shudders again, thighs tensing, and his eyes screw shut as he tries suppress a sound. Aww your poor macho man. “Look at you, so handsome. Am I doing good baby? Feeling good?”. He nods his head furiously brows furrowing as he twitches again. This time you’re more prepared for it pausing in stroking him and squeezing him with both hand to hold him steady. The sound that’s escapes him is desperate and unfiltered and he thrusts up into you. You suck on his slit in response. “Fuck, w-wait… come here”,he puckers his lips and leans down. You raise an eyebrow. As lovely as it is that he wants to prolong this, you’re not down here for no reason. You have a goal.

Your lips part wider as you continue to suck him tongue gliding across his slit. He makes a gargling noise and his leg bounces. “Baby please!” His hand come around your head then hovers then goes back to his side. “Please, please, please…” each plea is punctuated with a gasp. At this point you’re not sure if he’s necessarily still begging you to come up. Your arms burn but his noise fuels the fire at your core. Then it happens. His hand comes to your shoulders and you taste his release. All too fast it becomes too much and you pull back turning your head in yet another cough fit. When you turn your head back the sight before you is breathtaking. His head is thrown back, every muscle in his body shaking, STILL cumming. The rope get shorter and shorter until it just dripping down the side of him and he takes a deep breath. You kiss a thigh and his whole body twitches before he looks down at you like you hung the moon and the stars. He’s still breathing hard like he did 50 laps around Eternia.