Contains: shorter m!slime x taller fem!reader, workplace relationship, mutual crush, mutual consent, semi public, both clothed, sensory stimulation, kissing, p in v, tipsy, lots of 💦, cervix stimulation, belly bulge, NSFW & MDNI
After you joined the company, you soon worked your way up to the position of manager. The pay was good, the colleagues were nice, and there was also a certain piece of eye-candy that made every day at work more enjoyable than it logically should’ve been.
Said piece of eye-candy was another manager, a warm orange slime man called Merryweather. In stark contrast to his lively color and cheery name, he always wore a scowl on his face and seemed to be perpetually stuck in a foul mood. Additionally, he never wore anything less than a meticulously ironed three-piece suit, heavy coat and gloves, tightly covering as much surface area as he could.
Compared to other slimes whose attitude towards clothing could only be summarized as “less is more,” this was highly unusual, to the point where nearly everyone who knew Merryweather had at least one theory on why that was.
But the reason didn’t really matter; fact was, the slime man was very handsome and 100% neutral — he disliked everybody equally. You, however, were his exception.
Not that he was mean to you, he just stared at you a lot and made some sarcastic sounding remarks that were easy to take offense with. Though, from your perspective, he was simply very awkwardly giving you tips. And if you were being honest, being looked at by Merryweather always made your heart flutter.
So, while others generally disliked him, you welcomed any opportunity to be closer to him. Be it cooperating on certain projects, sitting next to each other in meetings, or just grabbing a bite to eat together, to you, those moments were quite enjoyable.
As for Merryweather, he didn’t quite know how to deal with your enthusiasm. He’d always kept his distance from others, both physically and emotionally, and in turn, people quickly gave up getting to know him.
Only you were different.
You smiled at him when he looked at you, you took the cooperations with him that no one else wanted, you came close to him exuding that enchanting presence that made him lose his ability to think…
Unknowingly, five years had passed like this, with neither of you ever overstepping the invisible line that was the workplace acquaintance.
Merryweather had thought you would lose interest in him after one year, at most two, but even now, you were still there. Still smiling, still so close, still so enchanting. Holding his heart in the palm of your hand, every expression and gesture unknowingly tugging at his heartstrings.
Finally, one evening, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
The company had organized a party and he’d drunk some alcohol. You’d found him off in a dark corner, dizzy and inexplicably pitiful, like a wet puppy. Thinking he shouldn’t drink anymore, you took his arm and brought him over to an empty lounge, making him sit down on the sofa.
He looked up at you, hazy lights making him twinkle and faintly illuminating the bubbles contained within the orange slime.
There was something in his gaze that caused you to uncontrollably draw closer.
Until you sat on the sofa’s arm rest and felt his lips against yours.
He was unexpectedly a little cool to the touch, his lips a little harder than you’d thought they would be. In addition, there was a faint, sweet scent that prickled in your airways as you breathed.
Both of you paused like this.
Then Merryweather tentatively licked your lips.
His saliva, a more liquidy part of the slime body, prickled on your lips like fizzy water. The sweet scent grew more intense, now clearly identifiable as that of mandarin orange. He was always so distant yet tasted so sweet — it made you truly unable to resist.
Leaning in, wrapping your hands around his neck, you deepened the kiss.
Soon, tongues entangled and saliva mixed. You tasted him and a hint of alcohol, felt the fizz and the smoothness of his body. Cool lips warmed as you passionately kissed, and you didn’t even know how you ended up with his arms around your waist, straddling his lap.
Merryweather pulled back slightly. Still looking at you, he bit his right glove and took it off. His palm glistened with a thin layer of slimy sweat, leaving a prickling trail on your skin as he tentatively caressed your cheek and neck, slowly grabbing your nape to pull you into another deep kiss.
You closed your eyes in enjoyment. With a light bite to his tongue, you unconsciously rocked your hips.
He froze.
You opened your eyes, only to see him staring at you again.
It almost made you laugh.
Then followed heartache.
Merryweather looked both clueless and scared. It was as if he had no idea what he should do now, like impulsively kissing you when drunk was as far as he’d ever imagined making it.
You wondered if this was related to him always covering himself up so tightly. Maybe he’d accidentally stung someone before and come to the conclusion that his touch hurt people. That he shouldn’t even dream of having any closer physical relations with anyone. That even his mere scent was unwanted.
Holding his face, you kissed him. Kissed his lips, his cheeks, nose, eyes and brow, showering his entire face and finally barely revealed neck in light kisses.
The mandarin orange fragrance grew so dense you felt like you could bite it.
Looking into his bright orange eyes, you took his hand and gently put it on your leg. You made him stroke your calf, follow the curve of your knee and hike up your skirt by caressing your thigh. His breath hitched audibly when you let him slip down to your inner thigh, bare finger tips grazing your underpants.
While his fingers lingered there like petrified, you moved your hand towards his crotch.
Merryweather jolted back to his senses the moment you touched his bulge, his orange color deepening a shade as he blushed and exuding a sudden burst of fragrance. He tensed as if expecting a beating or something similar, yet you just looked into his eyes, smiling gently, slowly rubbing him through the strained fabric of his black suit pants.
It took him a while to calm down, but his teary eyes still made you feel like you’d bullied him.
Maybe this was too much?
But just as you were about to pull away, he unexpectedly hooked his fingers into your underpants.
Your pussy twitched at the slight, prickling touch. It sent a tingle to your clit and inside your belly, leaving you so aroused you felt you were about to soak your underpants.
Without thinking, you quickly pulled your underpants aside to reveal your pussy and reached for his pants. Belt, button, zipper, tight boxers that surely outlined his ass to perfection — all were dealt with in a hurry. And then his cock was exposed.
He seemed to feel your focused gaze down there, his erection twitching with nervousness.
Merryweather’s cock was beautiful, almost like a sculpture. The glans was mushroom-shaped, a bead of translucent fluid glistening atop of it, while the shaft was sleek and slightly curving upwards, longer and girthier than any cock you had experience with.
Just looking made you feel needy, parched yet endlessly salivating.
Your eyes snapped up, meeting his only to see that same desperate, passionate fire rolling within them.
Steading yourself on his shoulder with one hand, your other gingerly held his cock while you sat up slightly. Hips angled forward, the bead of fluid met your clit and sent a wonderful shudder up your spine and to your brain. Then you used him to part your folds, leading him towards your entrance, allowing him to sink in with deliberate slowness.
The moment his tip was fully enveloped by your pussy, you felt him twitch and his hands clench on your waist and the base of your thigh as he came with a loud, melodious moan. Hot, fizzy cum erupted from his cock, flooding your insides and unexpectedly triggering your own toe-curling orgasm.
Your pussy fluttered and squelched and your chest heaves from your gasps.
Looking down at Merryweather, his face was tear-stained from his climax, and his cock still fully erect.
So you continued sitting down.
He kept moaning as you took him in, throwing his head back while his eyes glazed over with ecstasy. The knowledge that he was like this because of you filled you with pleasure and satisfaction alike, leading you to clench your abdomen and squeeze him tightly when he was only halfway in. His resulting whimper made you rock your hips a few times before you continued swallowing him.
When he bottomed out against your cervix, you found that he still wasn’t fully hilted, so against your better judgement, you pressed down with a little more strength. Fortunately, it didn’t hurt. But he sure made you feel stuffed, with his size straining against your tender walls soaked in slick and cum. It was exhilarating.
After a moment of getting used to the sensation, you wrapped your arm around his neck, hooked a finger into his black tie, and pulled him over for a kiss. It started as light pecks and gradually deepened, until your tongues were entangled in a passionate dance. His prickly saliva made your mouth and throat feel a little numb after a while, and you kept biting his lips and tongue until they felt vaguely swollen against yours.
Finally, you began rolling your hips.
With a whimper, more cum leaked from his cock. The fluid tingled in your depths and made you shudder and moan, prompting you to speed up.
You had barely started and Merryweather came again, pumping his fizzy cum into you. Your pussy tensed around him, but you refused to stop. Sweating and panting and feeling the fluids slosh inside you, you slammed your ass down on his lap again and again, relishing in the drag of his cock and the way his tip hit your cervix. He made your eyes roll and jaw hang open, unable to feel anything else besides his enthralling, prickly touch.
He came two more times before you did. By then, your belly was so full if strained against the waistband of your skirt, and his cum loudly squelched and sloshed with each move. Tingling currents kept shooting from your abdomen along your nerves, his needy moans and senselessly babbled words of affection crowded your mind, and your pussy fluttered around his cock so hard you were sure your muscles would be aching the next day. Hot cum overflowed from your contracting hole, dripping down his length and staining both of you.
When you finally recovered, Merryweather was clinging to you like a needy puppy, licking your neck. You held his face, making him look at you before kissing the tears from his face.
This is a simple sketch idea of a joke that happened during DnD a while ago. We were taking our first long rest in ages and decided for our free-time we would build a pillow fort. Pillow fort built and our Lovely monk decides to bring on the dramatics claiming he's in danger from a might beast (The Barbarian's cat, named Lion, later in this session referred to as the Leondrake)
Anyways our Monk is a plasmoid and changed his form to be the pretty pretty princess in distress and we played knights and castles. this is my first attempt at drawing what we lovingly referred to as Princess Lougexa. I picture her very bubble based. Big poofy skirt, bubble sleeves, hair that curls into rounded sections, you know the works. \
I have been having a hard time with motivation the last few weeks so getting even this tiny drawing made has made me happier even just for a bit.
