Chocolate Cake
Remmick x Reader
The chocolate cake that you make lures the presence of Remmick into your home where he enjoys two different types of cake.
Warnings: Abuse. oral sex (on you). secretion. fingering. misuse of frosting.
You laid in bed reminiscing that night with Remmick thinking of how worshipped you felt within his hold. You knew he would return tonight and the unbearably wait of his return made you spiral. For the first time since you’ve been married, you didn’t ponder on what your husband might be doing at the bar besides drinking.
Your body twitches slightly at the reoccurring thought of Rem’s length penetrating u over and over again; letting out small accidental moans as you walk around the house. You need to distract yourself, desperately.
“A cake, I’ll make a cake”
You make your way to the kitchen and grab the necessary ingredients for the chocolate cake you’ve decided to make. As you begin mixing the batter you clutch the bowl and the whisk still imagining yourself under Rem’s body. You whisk the batter harder eventually opening the oven, ready to bake the contents of the cake. As you close the oven you continue to think of Rem and how much he would love this chocolate cake you’re currently making. Maybe he’ll fuck you even harder tonight if he likes it.
You put on the brown oven mitt you knitted last week to again keep yourself occupied. You took out the cake, smelling the aromatic scent of the chocolate waving through the air. When you look outside, the state of the sky tells you that Rem would shortly be coming to fulfill your fantasies that you’ve been thinking about all day.
You rushed around the kitchen gathering more ingredients to make the chocolate frosting for the cake, swiveling your head around to the window watching the sun set a little more every few minutes.
Finally, it was done.
You set it on a nice white plate with blue floral designs around the edges that accentuated the beauty of the homemade cake. You hoped that Rem would like it enough to taste something more than just this cake.
The sun fully set under the horizon and the moon rose up to the dark sky making you anxious for his arrival. Suddenly, three knocks could be heard from the door.
“Darlin’, you gon’ let me in or do I have to get on my knees and beg you to?”
You picked up the cake as you hurried towards the door opening it to him looking at you with so much hunger and need, your legs almost collapsed from the feelings you’ve felt all day building up in this very moment.
“Come in”, you said confidently.
You held out the cake in front of him where he took the fork resting on the side of the plate wasting no time to taste it. His mouth melted as he felt the flavor creating an array of goodness in his mouth.
“Damn darlin’ this taste so good, though I know somethin’ better”
“Oh, and what would that be Rem?”
He had backed you up all the way from the door to the kitchen without even laying a finger on you yet. You set the cake down carefully on the counter where Rem then pushed it further back so he could have room to pick you up and place you on the counter. He pushed his lips to yours causing both of you to make small noises and hearing him whimper:
“I…I need you so bad darlin’, fuck, I…I just can’t help myself.”
He moves his right hand to your hip where it quickly traveled down to the hem on your dress pulling it up to revealing your already wet cunt. You didn’t wear panties today, for him. His cock grew hard by the second, he was practically already about to cum through his pants. He placed two digits in you but took them out a second later. You were still being devoured by his passionate kiss, but you were left confused as to why he stopped fingering you. That’s when you felt him again, only this time, there was a third finger.
He figured you could take it, and you surely could.
“Yea, stretch out that cunt f’me baby, you’re gonna take whatever I give ya’”
Your legs squirmed as you wrapped your fingers around his neck squeezing a bit hard, but he wasn’t affected by it, not one bit. He saw your face, and the way your body twitched, and the way your cunt got wetter for him, both of you looking down to see your fluids dripping on the kitchen floor.
“Looks like you’ve made a bit of a mess darlin’, don’t worry though we can clean it up later. Although I think it would be best if I could stop the source of where the mess is coming from.”
He pulls his 3 thick digits out of your dripping cunt and puts each of his large but delicate hand on your thighs. He fangs were more visible by the second and his eyes glow red as he looks up at you, but then, over to the bowl of frosting on the counter.
“Is that the bowl of frosting you used for your cake darlin’?”
You nod your head trying to figure out what point he was getting at, when suddenly he stands up quickly to retrieve the clear bowl filled with leftover chocolate frosting. He uses one of his hands to push your legs open for him to take the wooden spatula and smear chocolate frosting all over your cunt. It drips between the folds and some of it joins your slick on the floor. He quickly puts the spatula down to now use both of his hands to grip your thighs giving himself complete access to the sweet treat he was about to devour.
“That cake you made me darlin’, it was delicious, but this…now this is even better.”
His tongue circles the chocolate covered clit that he now realized was very sensitive as your body twitched slightly forward and you whimper, “Rem please”.
He didn’t respond to you because now he was nose deep into your cunt licking every crevice and wall. His tongue moving gracefully up and down, left and right, in circles, and in and out of you. Almost half of the frosting was gone now but as more was devoured by Rem, more cum dripped out of you.
He finally lifted his head, not to get some air, he didn’t need air, he just wanted to look at your face that begged him to keep going even after you felt like you were on the verge of breaking. His nose and chin were covered by the smooth chocolate mixed with the milky white contents of your cum.
You weren’t the only one dripping though. In his pants a few drops of cum managed to seep through his underwear as he was now addicted to your taste.
You felt yourself coming closer to finishing. The chocolate on your cunt was all gone now but Rem kept going faster and faster being fueled purely off your juices.
“that’s right finish f’me baby”
Your body curls up towards him, your left hand supporting your body on the counter and your right gripping onto his hair in attempt to try and push him away, but your strength was nothing compared to his especially when he kept your legs forced open after you instinctively tried closing them together. You moaned loud in sweet euphoric pleasure of Rem’s tongue fucking you as it pulsed in and out of you in your occurring orgasm. He drank your cum with tears swelling up in his eyes from the succulent taste. It was rich, it was sweet, it was savory, it was yours.
“darlin’, I don’t know what your made of, but it surely is addicting.”
You were drained, tired but needy for more of his touch. He saw the look in your eyes; he was so good at reading you which led to him swooping you up over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom. After he set you down gently on the bed, he looks down at his shirt and saw in covered in your cum, and a bit of chocolate sauce. He unbuttoned it throwing it onto the floor intending to wash it later after he’s done making sure you were comfortable, your body had been through so much. He went into bed with you pulling you closer to him, the warmth of your body made him feel right. After about 15 minutes, you fell asleep, but Rem stayed awake. He did this because he wanted to make sure he was protecting you, that he could lift any worry off you even in your own home.
30 minutes later, he heard that familiar sound outside the front of the house. It was your husband. He hated that man with a burning passion after all that he’s put you through, he honestly would’ve killed him already, but he wanted your permission first before he went full vampire on him.
He swiftly but carefully slid himself from you clearly upset that he couldn’t be in your grasp not just tonight, but forever, never letting go. He whispered softly to you.
“I’m sorry I have to go darlin’, but your bastard of a husband is here and even though you know I could handle him, I don’t even wanna imagine what he would want to do to you when I’m not here for you.”
There was no time to put on his shirt that he quickly swiped off the floor, so he ran out shirtless stopping by the kitchen on his way out. He saw the mess that was made on the floor, the spot he said he would clean up later, but he keeps his promises especially when it comes to you. He grabbed two pieces of tissues, one to clean up the mess, and the other to hold a slice of chocolate cake that he would eat to remember the sweet taste of you.