#pecan pie

Southern Comfort Food - Side Story - Pecan Pie / Sugar Pie part 2

PART ONE

Happy Pi Day! The Chef Friend Identity Task Force is still hard at work!

What's your favorite kind of pie? For me, it's Peach Pie or Apple Pie for sweet, and for savory, a layered sweet potato pie that has quiche filling and mozzarella added to it!

nut pie… 🥧🍨⋆. 𐙚 ˚ rusty nail x gn!reader

summary: nutty pie ?????????????????

warnings: pure filth

tags: improper use of pecan pie

w/c: 507 <3

a/n: based off some headcanons i made 🥹

sorry if this isnt ur guys’ cup of tea (T_T) just thought itd be a cute idea

Rusty’s mind couldn’t help but wander anytime he saw you eat.

It wasn’t that he wanted to fatten you up— not necessarily; but the way you licked your fingers as you finished up a meal— god, it did something to him. maybe he wished it was his fingers instead; dragging your tongue over his thick digits, letting him curl them down to the feel the warm muscle move—

He was a wreck.

And all you did was eat a slice of pie.

The pie was good! A nice, pecan pie with a little bit of salt sprinkled on the nuts so it wasnt so overly sweet—

Which ofcourse had to escalate because of his weird possesive behaviour.

On your knees infront of him, eyes trailing over his right hand as he pumped his own cock. He had you warm him up with your mouth, getting him close before he’d cum all over the pie slice you held out on a plate.

You were excited, honestly. A bit restless to keep waiting. Couldn’t wait to taste him on that delicious pie you’d took home from the diner—

He groaned, chuckling as he glared down at you; the kind of glare he gave you when he was amused seeing you sat so neatly for him. “You want it that bad, huh?” He teased, his voice gravelly. He hissed through his teeth, hips stuttering. “God, look at ya—”

A few more thrusts of his fist, the way a growl erupted from his throat, and his cock spurted his hot cum all over the piece of pie. You flinched; aiming it up a bit more accurately. Trying smiling up at him while also avoiding a mess.

Rusty slowed his hand over his cock, squeezing to make sure most of it got onto the slice. He chuckled, a little bit of his seed still dribbling from his slit.

You looked up at him through your lashes, leaning down over the plate and sticking your tongue out to lick some of the salty substance. He was genuinley getting flustered watching it. How big of freaks were you two?

Giggling, you picked up the slice, sticky finish coating your fingers as it leaked over the sides. You opened your mouth, humming before taking a bite.

It…surprisingly tasted pretty okay. A little more salted and a bit thick, but the texture was actually…really good.

Huh. Maybe you’d have to ask for this more often.

His cock twitched at the sight of you licking the corners of your lips, brows furrowing, showing clear interest. “It really taste that good?” He asked, almost in disbelief.

What an adorable question. You snorted, nodding your head before taking another bite.

He leaned back on his heels, keeping his eyes fixed on you. He bit his lower lip as he studied you, like he was trying to fry this moment into his brain forever.

Uh oh.

Rusty groaned when his cock got half-hard again. Clearly, a long night was in ahead of both of you.

Hope you have another pie!