Minotaur (Tazar) x reader
Smut! MDNI!!! Oc x AFAB reader, cowboy Minotaur, cunnilingus, PIV, breeding kink, dick piercing, reader is really unsure but she gets there!, cocky bull, smut w plot, uhhhh what else do I put here???ďżź
Tazar is a real mean olâ man. Here you are, down on your luck, sipping a fruity too-expensive drink and he plops his Minotaur ass down next to your stool, aged whiskey in hand. Heâs too big for this place, the worn leather squeaking under his thighs as he looks to you,
âhiya dolly, lookinâ a little in the dumps, hmm?â You roll your eyes. He almost took you home a couple of times, but something always ended up getting in the way, like an overtime call from work on your end or your more curt nature. You only suspect one day heâll get you, his sugar talking is getting better. He knows how to pet you, now soon heâll figure out where.
You continue to sip at your sweet cocktail, and he starts his warm up to you, âbeen a stressful week for me, kitân, work ainât easy, all this tension pilinâ upâ You catch his intention, and nod as your drink is almost out, hitting the top of the ice. âIâm sure it does, Tazzy, but I dunno if Iâm all in on your thinking of tensionâ He sneers, he stretches his thighs out more as he leans in, much to the stools dismay. âIâm all hungry dolly, yâknow Iâm good for it, be good to you, Iâd sitâcha down on my tongue and thigh before Iâd ever get taâ takinâ You donât think fast enough to fight it before you look down. His regular loosened button up, dirtied from his labor, spiral hairs on his pecs, shit, you look up before you look any further, he chimes in, brazen, âcmon dolly.. give olâ Tazzy a chance, âm sure sheâs spillinâ like a sieve, lemme give âer the olâ runâ âroundâ he huffs in your red faceâ his gold nose ring shining off the cheap bar light.
Thereâs something almost sinister about him, triggering your fight or flight, but heâs not scary in the way a man with bad intentions is. No, his intentions are worse, somehow, the type that trigger a nesting response. Heâd fuck you, be so mean about it too, give you more than what you want, and make eggs and burnt toast in the morning. Heâs no serial axe murderer, heâs ready for domestication.
Your blood freezes in the bar and you rush out, pulling your dress down as you stand up, Tazar canât even mutter a âdoll-â before you hear the charm on the top of the door chime, signaling your exit. You speed to the alleyway to hide from him, the chilling autumn night a nice feel on your burning skin. Your hands brace against the wall as you breathe in and out. Youâre in your own space, away from this cowboy thatâs itching for four kids (his words, he was trying to feel out your kinks at week three) the worst part is, youâre itching too, lingering a little too long on your high school friends baby shower announcements, baby Minotaurs on your for you page. Youâre begging yourself to shrug it off, itâs financially irresponsible, considering your stuffy low pay office job and your studio apartment. Itâs too fast, itâs- âdolly?â Fuck. You open your eyes to realize your position. Big, tough hands above your shoulders on the concrete wall, and Tazar in front of you. You try to weasel your way out but it doesnât get you far, just repositioned face to face. âDolly, youâre not slick, mâ sure somethinâ else is though, huh?â âTazzy, I just-â âhear me out, hmm? Lemme try to speak a way that donât scare you offâ he leans in close, and heâs hot, worryingly so. âI see how you get, legs all clamped, breath all heavy, wouldnât tease ya if you donât like it. But yer more bunny than dolly, huh?â âTazar- this is-â âyou runâ âround, twitchinâ yerâ nose, and runningâ at a twig snap, but yerâ getting too testy anâ olâ Tazzy needs to trap youâ Your dress is hunched up and you curse yourself for the thin panties youâve got on. âTell Tazzy what he can do to yaâ, bunnyâ yours lips are chapped, and everything feels hot.
Heâs got you, your eyes glazed over ready for anything, he squishes your cheeks between his hand and huffs on your face again, âbunny, do I gets permission to get these sticky panties off?â Itâs almost embarrassing how fast you mutter yes, but heâs faster, bunching up the lace and shoving down, slick strings pulled down with it. Tazar, pleased with results, chooses to gloat, âraved you up good, huh, bunny?â
He inches up your thigh, you shiver from his warm hand, so close, you huff. Itâs a wrong move, and Tazars bull eyes look at you harshly, âbunny thinks Iâm takinâ too long, after weeks of cat and mouse, ya donât have much leg to stand onâ he turns you stomach to wall, and slaps at your ass cheek before easing two thick fingers in your cunt, the wet slick more than enough prep. You clench at the sudden intrusion, but Tazar pays no heed. âBad, bad, bunny. donât know what you wantâ Your cheek is up against the wall, mouth agape as you try to ground yourself. His fingers dig at your walls, so close but not quite to the spongey spot youâre craving. What he said at the bar was true, youâre drippingâ the aching swollen kindâ you can feel your legs faltering already, and the more they drop the deeper he hits.
You whine when he pulls his fingers out, the wet pop!â a plea from your pussy for more and Tazar aims to please, lifting you high enough for your cunt to meet eye level with him. âSâ all dewy bunnyâ He gives eye contact with you, before he starts his tangent to your leaky pussy, like you arenât even here. âReal perty girl you are, nâ donât worry, I know if it was your choice youâd leak on my fat dick all ya wanna, bunny plays mean thoughâ You whine as he licks a fat, harsh stripe from your clit to hole, and your cunt clenches like a thank you. Your nails dig into the wall, you canât see his reaction, but you can only imagine the look on his face. You canât almost read him the way he huffs on your clit, the vibrations of his slurred words as he sucks on your lips. âGuâd shitâ hidinâ suh a juâcy ting- from meh!â His hands are placed on you upper thighs, big enough to rap around and have his thumbs pull apart your lips. Youâre in a tranceâ has the air always been this thin? Have you always been this sensitive? Heâs experimenting, suckling, swirlingâ god the swirling! Once he determined his best course of action for your poor cunt, it was over within the first few minutes. You could feel the building of your orgasm, locking your legs to get away from him cause you were able to manage the thought that maybe cumming in public wasnât a good ideaâ but of course it was too late, you shiver and spasm around nothing, Tazar eagerly eating the nectar for his labor and soothing out your orgasm with soft circles on your clit. Your brain feels like static and all you feel is the breeze of the autumn air. You still feel your hole making rhythmic clenches around nothing when Tazar moves to your shoulders, kissing them as his warm breaths make you shiver. âMâ takinâ you to McJazzieâs, gettinâ you a nice meal nâ takinâ you home with me, sound good?â In your afterglow, it seems perfectly fine, reasonable evenâ your knees lock as Tazar brings your panties back in place, patting your ass condescendingly.
The ride to his house was mostly silent, you eating greasy fries and Tazars hand firmly on your thigh, your eating a salty fry as he speaksâ âwanted you fer a while, yâknow? Not just in bed, like this, yer presence was more than enough for meâ The scary part is you knew that, to a degree, and this wasnât so bad, being with him, you finish your fry and respond, âI know, I just donât know if I can give you what you want.â He hums, âyou lettinâ be have the night, aâ least?â
You rest your hand on top of his to soothe him. Itâs wrong, in some wayâ to let him chase you, you accept drinks, flirt and know his intentions, he told you it clearly, laid it out like a presentation despite his drunk stateâ you remember it like it was yesterday.
âWanna babyâ he said, slurring his words, âfeels like âm gettinâ old, too old ferâ one, but I want one-â he hiccups. âI get itâ you murmured, âitâs like- all my friends got one, but I suppose Iâm just not readyâ he cupped your thigh, âAww, dolly- no one is, I can make yaâ ready if yaâ got time.â
You reach his house when you pull yourself out of your thoughts, you guess mindlessly eating too, as your fries are all gone, Tazzyâs chicken burger is too- you can also guess he ate it on the way here. He opens the truck door for you, and helps you down. He seems⌠quiet, you can only assume heâs pent upâ bulge in his tight jeans. He jiggles his keys in the door when you speak up, âTazzy-â âdo you want this?â His accent is clear, his horns shining in the moonlight. âWhat..?â Stupid answer to give him, but youâve been placed on the spot. âdolly- if yerâ going in here- Iâm gonna fuck you till you canât stand, do you want that?â âTazar-â Your tone is serious but he keeps going, âI can take you home nâ youâll never have to see me in that bar again, okay? I can do that for yaâ I can, Iâm selfish nâ mean, but I can, nâ I can-â You canât get through to him so you stand tall on your tip toes and kiss him, his lips hot and dry from the tangent. Yes, heâs a little pushy, but heâs such a gentleman to you, in his own way, of course. He grips your waist and hauls you up, your legs wrapping around your waist.
He opens the door to his ranch house, shutting and locking it behind you too, before bringing you down to his dining table. He breaks the kiss to pull his flannel off- not bothering with the wife-beater underneath. You reach for his pecs, wanted to feel the strength of this manâ âdolly- watch yerself-â heâs pulling at his belt, them flying off with his jeans- till thereâs nothing left but his boxers.
Fuck⌠his bulge is right between your thighs, you stare at itâgod youâre getting heated, you can almost hear a heart beat through the thin cloth of his underwear and you soaked pantiesâ his coarse pubic hair is just belowâoh! His base is right there. You need this bad. And is that- the outline of a pierc- âdollyâ he grabs your jaw and forces your face to his, âstop yerâ drooling, we got boundaries to talk âboutâ You nod- trying to eye down again. âDirty girl- you know betterâ he leans over you. âI donât use condoms dolly, canât fit on meâ Well, of course, you think, what could fit on that thing? Your answer is quick, âSo?â He deadpans, âhow you want my cum? In yaâ or out yaâ?â Your second answer is even quicker, confident with your consent birth control- âin, please, gods, insideâ he smirks, pleased with your answer, âI trust your judgment, bunnyâ
His thumbs pull down his boxers, and there it is. Fuck- you shouldâve let him take you home first week cause itâs a delectable sight. Thicker than it is long, the veins are prominent, base to tip almost- thick foreskin, oh fuck- precum is pulling on your belly button andâ oh double fuck- a gold ring, just like his nose on the top of his tip. âoh- Tazzyâ Heâs pulling up your short dress, just enough to expose your nipples to the cool air. âBunny, whatâs witâ the moaninâ? I ainât even in yaâ yet.â He rolls a nipple with his fingers, pulling with his movements. âPerty knockers right âere, dolly. Hidinâ this from me tooâ You shiver in delight, and he leans down to take one in his mouth. You realize that youâve been gripping the doily under you the whole time, but reach for his horns instead, needing something to ground you. âAtta girlâ
As he sucks on your nipple, making sure to give attention to each, heâs been slowly removing your panties, pushing them down to your ankles, youâve almost been to busy to notice, but his blunt tip at your entrance snaps you out of your daze, the ring is surprisingly cold as it bumps your clit, making you shiver. âSo, whatda yaâ think?â Youâve lost your words, the only sentence in your mind being âinside right nowâ So you can only muster up a âplease, gods, Tazzy-â He chuckles, ânormally Iâm the one begging, dolly, but itâs a nice change, I gotta go slow though, donât want no rips, mmkay?â You nod embarrassingly fastâ if you even have embarrassment at this point.
You breathe in as he spreads your lips and pushes in lightlyâ even with how wet you are, itâs rough at first, even though his horns were nice, you find yourself back at that doily beneath you- feeling the intricate pattern as Tazarâs dick threatens a new sensitive spot. The ring is the best in the worst way. It snags on your walls and makes you womb flutter. If you could see Tazar heâs on the verge of tears from your tightness. Ugh, itâs been so long for him. Heâs a tough man, he doesnât like taking things he doesnât deserve, and pussy is a treat heâs been depriving himself for the farm. But his profits are goodâ his fields are pristine, and he got enough free time to think about being a daddy.â by the time he hilts, he thanks you. What a privilege for all his work to pay off to fuck a load into his wif- well, this pretty little lady heâs been working his charms on. âCheckinâ in dolly, how is it?â Youâ on the other hand, feel like your floatingâ the now fire hot ring is nudging you cervixâ youâre full, to your limit- âBunny?â He taps your face, trying to bring you back, and when you do- you cry a little with him, âTazzyyy- sâ deep- oh fuck- more,more,more-â âEasyy perty girl, imma give it to yaââ And his pace is that of a snail- you would mind it if you didnât have so much to focus on feelingâ just when you think youâve controlled how you feel about a vein on your g-spot, another vein hits something most sensitive- itâs almost infuriating! But ever the charmer he is, he sweet talks you while working on the pace.
He finds that a good distraction for you is angling down, which immediately makes you break eye contact moan, neck craned and head back. Itâs good for him, youâre nice and slick, but he thinks he can go deeper. Which leads to your most current situation, knees to your shoulders, hard mating press. Your eyes have been perpetually in the bad of you skull for the most part, and Tazzy is throughly satisfied, thatâs what he neededâ his tail snaps around as he thrusts, the whole table is practically shaking from his weight. Your moans are pretty consistent, âTazzy,Tazzy,Tazzy,Tazzyâ something youâll be embarrassed to remember, actually a lot of things reallyâ but Tazar sure enjoys the flattery!
He can tell youâre getting closeâ your moans are louder, your chest is heaving and youâre begging. The consistent thump Tazar dick has on your womb is something else, and the pace is making the tap of his ring against your squishy insides feel like a slap. You donât even realize your cumming until Tazar whispers praises by the shell of your ear about how well you are doing. âGâna, gâna turn you âround, breed you proper, âkay?â He kisses your temple, almost infantilizing as he flips you are your stomach. You feel strong hands placed on your hips as his thick meat pries you open again, pulling your gummy walls with him every time he pulls out. His large balls are plap! Plap! Plap! Against your thighs before he stills one last time, âcummin bunny!â And thatâs when you feel it, thick, virile, fuckâyouâre not getting out of this child-less. His cum doesnât exactly shoot, more so a drool or ooze, and by a couple minutes, youâre stuffed with more coming out. It makes a mess of your thighs, and makes a puddle on the stained pine hardwood.
â..wasnât so bad aye, bunny?â
You sigh, but nod your head.
âHow âbout a nice cheap dinner and more aâ this tomorrow night?â
ââŚIâll see what I can doâ