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Grocery store sweethearts

Lars visits your store after Sunday's church and asks you to dinner. But when you're both at your place to change out of your uniform, a kiss turns into pathetically needy sex.

18+ MDNI - smut with plot, slightly dom fem reader, slight age gap, blood mentioned, p in v, creampie, biting, etc.

The evening shift was nearing to a close when you noticed the usual suspect pull into the parking lot of your grocery store, paired along with your favourite regular. You've become accustomed to his daily visits and throughout the weeks you've gotten used to his schedule. You stood by the nearest till waiting patiently for your odd friend to exit his deep blue car and to peer over to watch his bright smile greet you on the way inside.

As per the routine, he was coming to visit a bit later in the afternoon on a Sunday, in which he was never empty handed. He ritually would wave to you and then proceed deeper into your store. Sometimes he was actually buying groceries, baby food or just something light. All in all he couldn't let himself to not buy something. The perfect excuse to talk to you.

It started all a month ago when his brother's wife ran out of formula and the closest store to him wasn't in stock. He had driven from his side of town in a panic to the end of town just trying to find the right thing for his niece when he stumbled into yours. Ever since then, he was a regular.

He would tell his family as reassurance that your store was more reliable, even given the extra distance and in return you had always made sure the correct formulas were on the shelf and always in supply.

Your eyes always followed his nervous pacing around the aisles, his demeanour seemingly shaken. Now and again he would make small glaces over to you, then break to ponder for what he should buy. With his trips being so frequent, he often didn't truly need anything. But routine is routine and he had to find something fast as the place was closing soon.

He gripped onto the roses in his hand for comfort. Even though he brought flowers after church weekly, the tension never seemed to subside as it was always boiling under the surface. It took quite a bit of courage to come and see you, but somehow even after all the non conspicuous visits, it still wasn't easy.

The first time you met, he had come into the store right before closing. Instead of feeling slighted, you noticed how stressed he was and had given him a hand with finding everything he had needed. You've always welcomed him, always brought him a sense of warmth that he had needed for far too long.

This time would be different, not the small item he had picked to purchase, but that he had gained enough courage to ask you to dinner. He could've gone far longer at a distance but his sister in law had been encouraging him for days after he broke clean about his daily trips. She wanted to meet the girl he's been so enamoured with.

His grip tightened further onto the roses he held after he landed on choosing a single chocolate bar. He liked to think that maybe just maybe you'd appreciate one alongside the flowers. With that, he sighed and scrunched his face for good measure and made his way to your till.

He had spent a whole ten minutes wandering the same couple aisles, but you didn't mind. In all honestly you had become far more than accustomed to him, but felt yourself yearn. The atmosphere had become lighter with him around, you'd even found yourself waking up earlier in the mornings to feel more presentable for work. Just by him stopping in things had started to change for you. You felt sated by him, which in turn made the days easier. While, yes, your coworkers thought it was odd that a slightly older man had his eyes on you, they saw your performance at work and stopped pestering you not long after.

Intently, you watched as he sauntered over. He placed the chocolate and the roses in front of you onto your till gently then glanced to his shoes, in fear of looking at you directly. He thought to himself about how nice you looked today and his heart raced even harder. Without the thorns of the roses to grasp onto, he searched for his wallet in his coat and rubbed the leather with this thumb. Taking a deep breath, he quietly spoke, "You look lovely today..."

You had smiled in response, it's not often he had the strength to compliment you as such. "Thank you Lars!" He moved his eye line to match yours as just saying his name with such kindness had eased him.

Tensions returned as you ran the single item through, "Hey Lars, are those for me?" you said in a quiet yet encouraging tone. You thought that the roses looked lovely, but couldn't help see his struggling and it was a twinge painful. With a deep breath he seemed to snap back into the conversation, "W-would you go to dinner with me?"

He intently looked for your reaction, seconds feeling like minutes passing by, but the only true substance of emotion he could latch onto was your surprise. It was shocking to have him break character as such, to have his mask slip and to see such vulnerability. Maybe shock wasn't the right word, it had become quite evident of his affections for you, but knowingly you let him come to you at his own pace.

He watched as your muscles relax and for your warmth to return, but this terrified him. He wanted so desperately to know what was on your mind. Did you think he was out of place? Did he take things too far? Please agree to dinner. Please.

You slowly reached out for his trembling hand, inching closer and closer. His breathing hitched and time seemed to stop for him. "Yes of course I will!" Once physical contact was made and the words had parted from your lips, something had deeply changed within him. "Tonight?" you softly asked, but he wasn't paying mind to it. He was purely attentive to your hand on his. It didn't burn, it didn't make him lock up and cringe. He thought about how incredibly soft your fingertips where in comparison to his rough skin. For far too long he wasn't comfortable with touch of any sort, and for him this was a large improvement.

You tried to wait patiently for a response but felt yourself pull back your hand and observed his calmer manner. Was the hand too much for him? Anxiety set in for a mere moment before he reached back for your hand and held it with a warm smile, "Yes, tonight. At mine... Karen has been asking about you."

The tension settled and while still holding onto him softly you walked around the till to meet him. "The shop is closing in fifteen, does that work well with you?" As you hadn't smiled this hard in some time, you felt your muscles around your lips strain. It felt good to feel so close to him, even him just standing near. He nodded, "I can put your bike in my car."

He was looking adorable watching you chat with the other customers as you wrapped up your shift. You'd sometimes peer over to him in between cleaning and counting the registers . He looked so content and soft with his wool jumper, once again holding your roses for you. Words struggled to describe how pure he felt, how honest you felt about him, and how enamoured you are.

As you locked up the front doors to the store, you noticed how giddy he looked and your heart sped. He motioned you to his car a few feet away, revealing that he had already moved your bike into the back. He opened the passenger side door for you, as expected with a man like him, yet still appreciated.

He turned on the engine and handed you the flowers and chocolate with a smile. You both felt so lucky and content as the sun started to lower, creating deep pinks and purple hues. Then it hit you, you were still wearing your work clothes. In a slight panic you moved your hand toward his, lightly gripping. "Can we make a stop to my place?" you questioned.

He had held your hand so delightfully throughout the whole ride to yours. Exchanging grins and small talk. Mostly about church went for him and if you'd ever join him. Anxieties seemingly slipped from the both of you.

You apologised for the slight mess of your apartment, as you had picked up extra shifts and hadn't had as much time to tidy up but all he could see where the dried flowers you collected from him on your walls of your kitchen. Bashfully he pointed to them, "You really liked the flowers?"

From in your bedroom you answered, "Of course," opening the closet doors to find a suitable dress. He pivoted towards and leaded against the door frame observing your room. It was very you, and that made his heart feel larger than before, to have been trusted to be in your space with you.

You plucked a floral dress from your closet and sized it to your frame, facing toward him, "What about this one?" In all honesty, he wouldn't mind anything you chose to wear, even the work clothes you protested against. He thought you were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. "Sure," he flustered.

Placing the dress on the bed, you inched toward the door. Closer and closer you got to him. He tensed his shoulders and followed your movements as you placed both hands on his stubble. In a sense, wanting to thank him for the date or tell him you do truly like him and out of curiosity, you asked, "Lars, can I kiss you?"

His breaths became heavier, his eyes avoiding and his hands trembling. He so desperately wanted to, but the guilt had bit him and he started to feel so so anxious again. Maybe things felt too soon for him, too forward. But his affections prevailed, he closed his eyes and raised his arms from beside him to reach your hands, holding them warmly.

"Y-yes... please..." With that you inched forward and landed a kiss against his lips. As small as the kiss had been, it drew out a whine from him. You wondered if that was his first. You looked at him lovingly, at his clear embarrassment. Then he returned a kiss, a kiss so sloppy that it had caused you to leave a wet spot in your underwear. He pulled you in closer to him by your waist, gripping onto your shirt tightly. As the kiss continued on, his whimpering intensified. His lips were soft, with his moustache grazing your top lip.

Usually he couldn't with stand any pain, but when you bit his bottom lip he moaned. While this had thrilled you further it had in turn panicked him. Breaking the kiss, he pulled away from you. Instead of guilt for going to far, you wanted to embarrass him more, you wanted to hear him whine. To see him struggle.

"I-I ah.. um. I'm sorry," his breath and hands shaking. He slowly tried to back away from the bedroom to calm himself. He couldn't look at you, could barley even think. His nerves had all gone to his tented jeans, and you noticed. You noticed the small wet spot coming from the bulge and you fell short of pity. "It's okay, Lars. It's okay I promise," you pulled him closer to you once again. "I liked it."

He was blinking hard, going back and forth in his head, did he ruin everything? He worked so hard to ask you to dinner in the first place and you both haven't even gone to his place yet. "Sh sh sh, it's okay Lars," you eased, rubbing circles into his palms. Trying to focus his mind, he asked, "Y-you liked it?"

Reassuringly with a smile, "You did too... didn't you?" You cupped his face, trying to recenter him. "Y-yes but-" you interrupted him, "It made you feel really good... didn't it, Lars?" Nearly choking on your words he felt defeat, "Mhm hmm." Moving your touch to his strong shoulders, rubbing them, you tried to ease him further. "Tell me, do you want to feel good?" You so desperately wanted to hear him say it.

It took him a long minute to gather all the strength he had, "Please touch me more..." Good, you thought to yourself. You pulled him close and helped him to relax on your bed. It comforted him, as his legs felt so so weak and he was throbbing so hard.

Targeted kisses lined his neck and collar bone as you had him straddled underneath you. They were gentle, at the start at least, to get him used to it. But eagerness got the best of you, and you were determined to hear him whine for you again. With a soft nibble of his earlobe he bucked his hips up into yours, with a loud whimper escaping him. Fuck, you muttered as you felt his sheer size against your core.

With more and more nibbles of his neck, he couldn't help but grip your hips tightly. He wanted your friction but you wouldn't give in until he begged for it. You kissed him, hard, but even then in between it all of his sloppy neediness he was still so delightfully loud. You lowered your hands down to the hem of his sweater and other layers, lifting up slightly. He complied and helped you remove it from him. Running your hands over his chest, so delicately you felt him up. Pushing his hair behind his ears, you closed the space between you both and whispered in his ear, "what do you need, Lars?"

In a physical response he lifted his clothed groin to yours and gripped your hips tighter to forcefully match his pace. He looked into your eyes with such need and hoped for understanding. He wanted you, anything you were willing to give him. He needed to feel good, by your doing. In a deep whimper he pleaded for you, "p-please... please."

You slowly removed yourself from him, standing next to the bed. He looked devastated until you lifted your uniform over your head and pulled your pants down to your ankles and off onto the floor. He was so intensely in need when you returned to his side that he unbuckled his own belt as you teased at his neck, biting and sucking along his skin.

Once his jeans were pushed down to his thighs you didn't hesitate to cup him over his briefs. He and his cock twitched and flinched in reaction. Grazing his clothed head with your thumb, you noticed just how much he had leaked all over in anticipation. He looked so beautiful staring at you so intently as you lapped his precum with said thumb, tasting him deeply. He shuttered.

He covered had to cover his mouth to keep his noises from escaping when his once covered length touched the crisp air, with his other hand gripping the covers so hard his knuckles turned white. But you quickly removed his hand, "I want to hear you, lovely."

Returning to your position on top of him, you then pulled your underwear to the side, grinding your slickness against him. Going back and forth against him, rocking your hips in absolute bliss, you moaned. It slightly startled him, hearing you moan because of him. But then it turned into further desperation, in one quick motion he angled you perfectly in a way that he easily pushed himself into your entrance.

"Lars!" you moaned and bit your lip hard, merely by accident. Blood lightly dripped into your mouth, as you paid no mind because of the absolute girth of him filling you, stretching you. You had no real time to adjust, the needy man under you was rutting into you with such strength. He was coming undone, losing himself inside of your warmth.

He moaned so loudly, so eagerly with such desperation that it was overwhelming your senses. Then he went harder, selfishly using your body to chase his own high as you felt yourself crumble around him. He had taken control, but didn't mind. At all. "So good! So good!" he panted.

You threw yourself over his steady frame, holding onto him as he continued to bruise your insides. You felt so so close, and guessed that he would soon too. "So good, baby!" you praised. Your walls tightened around him so so delightfully. He couldn't last much longer like this, at his feverish pace.

"I-I-I um..." He tried to warn you, but before you could even pull off of him he gripped even harder, body flinching hard, he painted your insides with this warm thick cum. Even then he was still riding out his high and you followed suit. "Fuck," you trembled over him.

He released his tight grip from your hips to your back and held your head pressed against the crook of his neck. You both panted, grappling to catch your breath. It took a couple minutes, as he was still twitching inside of you to calm down.

"I- um. Thank you..." he nervously praised. With your mind still so cloudy, you just kissed him softly. Words couldn't properly grasp how you felt, especially after that.

You both laid in bed, side by side until energy was regained to clean up and get redressed.

In your floral dress, your muscles strained once again from smiling to hard as he drove you to his house, hand in hand.

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