I want more of the lady obsessed with cheese, and blush pairs nicely with her in my brain, for some reason, so can I request that?
I agree, that's a nice pairing, thank you for the request! Their story is one of my favorites, I think, so it's lovely to write a bit more for them.
Male farmer minotaur x female reader
Blush | NSFW but vague/mild, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstim
Market day is your favorite day. Being a farmer's wife means you don't spend all your time together with your husband, both of you hard at work on different tasks most of the time, but on market day, you get to spend the entire day side by side at his stand, talking to each other in between helping customers. Plus, it's where you first met your minotaur husband. Where you fell in love.
Yes, market day is your favorite day, but cheese market day is your favorite of favorites. Most of the time, you sell vegetables, but sometimes, like now, you sell the delectable cheeses that your husband makes.
Your ardor for cheese makes you a convincing salesperson, so your husband sits back and lets you do all the talking with the customers. He enjoys watching you, amused and charmed by your sincere enthusiasm and admiring how pretty you look when talking about something you enjoy.
You hand over a little paper-wrapped package of cheese to a lady. "You won't regret buying this, madam—it will be the best thing you eat today, I'm certain."
When the lady steps away, you turn to your minotaur husband with a sigh. "The problem with cheese day is it makes me so hungry."
He chuckles softly. "I know the feeling." He dips his head down, his soft bull nose brushing over your cheek. "Watching you is making me hungry," he whispers, "but for a very different sort of meal. I hope you'll let me have a taste as soon as we get home."
Your cheeks flush with heat as you grasp his meaning, deepening the color of your skin so prettily. He chuckles again to see you blush, and nudges the cool metal of his nose ring against your warmth before pressing his lips to your cheek in a kiss that feels far more chaste than where he directed your thoughts.
The next time he kisses you that day is not at all chaste, and is not restricted to your cheek. You let him have the sort of meal he wanted from you, and he absolutely feasts, telling you between licks how good you taste and pretty you sound as you mewl and moan at the feel of his long minotaur tongue and velvety lips against your most intimate place. The blush on your cheeks earlier is nothing compared to how your whole body is flushed now. He pulls you apart again and again, making you sob with pleasure, until finally you have to tug on his horns to get him to stop, overstimulated but happy.
He licks over his sodden muzzle, smiling, his eyes glassy. "Delicious, just as I knew it would be. Certainly the best thing I'll have the pleasure of eating today."
Written for @ockissweek
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