A/N: This is the closest I’m going to get to a crack story, this is just very funny to me. I don’t find gnomes particularly sexy, but I do love them (to the point of having one tattooed), so this is just very funny in a sexual way. Hope you like it, and at least takes a chuckle out of you, enjoy!
Gnomes x fem!reader || free use, dub-con, inappropriate use of gardening tools (sex toys), fisting (technically), breeding
You hated gardening. It was not your thing, but when you bought a house with a pretty garden, you couldn’t fathom letting it go to waste, so you hired a big crew of gnomes. They were highly qualified and came with lots of recommendations, so you were more than happy to hire them. They were so tiny you could barely see their eyes under their cute hat, only their long hair peeking from under it, and their cute little nose. They were adorable. And you enjoyed watching them work, they were weirdly entertaining as you let your mind run free.
You spent hours and hours watching them, they were the most interesting thing in your house, and as many hours as they passed there, as much you’d be staring. They didn’t complain, they seemed to like the attention. Maybe a little too much…
They didn’t say anything about it to you, they didn’t need to. You started to feel… things. And so you became bolder around them. Hanging out with skimpy outfits, offering them lemonade as you leaned down with a very low neck that left nothing to the imagination. They ate it up, and always looked when you walked past them, making you feel powerful and sexy.
Until one day they had enough, and you welcomed their attention with more joy than they expected.
They weren’t working when you came out to the garden, they were staring at the door as you walked out and waited until you were in the middle of the garden to run to you with only one thing in mind: your pussy. And you screamed in delight when their tiny adorable forms launched at you and started ripping off your clothes. Your laughter and their desperate moans formed a symphony of ecstasy that drove you mad with pent up desire.
There were little tongues and fingers licking and poking. There were hot mouths sucking around your erect nipples, pointy teeth hitting all your pleasure points as they marked you as their own. Someone was sucking on your clit like their life depended on it, and you had the first of many, many orgasms. They continued the assault to your senses as you thrashed under them, tiny bodies holding you down as they had their fill of your pleasure over and over.
You looked down just in time to see the biggest of them, which was not much, grabbing one of the gardening tools they were using before you arrived, flipping it around and using the handle to push inside of you. You screamed in pleasure when he twitched it inside of you, hitting your G-spot perfectly as they cheered around you, more hands and mouths joining the orgy.
Your body was writhing with pleasure: too much, too fast, too soon.
But you couldn’t get enough.
Multiple of them had their itty bitty cocks out, jerking furiously over your body as you orgasmed once again. The leader made them stop, emitting some guttural sounds that made your pussy quiver around the handle of the tool inside of you, and then they all moved in unison. They positioned themselves in a line, two of them holding your legs apart as another one sat on your lower belly, controlling the slow fucking of the tool as he rubbed his free hand around your sensitive clit.
One after the other jerked off in front of you, adding more and more gnome cum to your messy pussy until you were dripping and the sounds of your mixed fluids, plus theirs, plus the tool moving in and out was deafening. It was the only thing you could hear, the filthy sounds of sex juices as you came once again.
And again.
And again.
By the time the leader arrived, all the others already came over your pussy and you had come so many times you lost count. He pulled the tool away after a few short thrusts with the handle, leaving you breathless as he pushed his tiny arm inside of you. You screamed at the top of your lungs as another orgasm ripped through your body and everyone of them cheered joyful as if the bacchanal ended.
When he pulled his arm back, he used your juices as lube to jerk himself right at your entrance, coming inside of you and pushing his arm inside of you once again, as deep as he could, taking his cum with it. Breeding you. He then did it again. And again. Until you felt so full of come you were almost ready to burst, but it felt so good you couldn’t care less.
Later, when the orgy had ended and they helped you back inside, you realized your neighbors probably saw… and that only made you horny once again as they laughed at your neediness.
They definitely gave you a reason to love gardening.
