Chick the Minotaur
Female Reader x Male Monster
Former Classmates - Workmates - Old Crush - Mutual Pining
“What is it?” One whispered.
Chick Keaton! Of all people in the world, you had never expected him at all. You were still staring with a gaped mouth, watching as he talked to the owner at the counter. Both seemed to know one another.
“Apparently, he and Mr. Denton’s son went to college together,” a whisper caught your attention. “That’s why he’s bringing his business here.”
“Business?” You gasped.
Your work best friend, Tilly shrugged. “Not sure exactly, something to do with photography I think?”
You looked back at Chick. You too had known him from college. But you had been an awkward little freshman while he was a big, rip roaring senior sorority boy. He looked good too, not that he didn’t in college, but he had certainly grown up in all that time. He had finally let his hair grow out, which hung in perfect red ringlets around his horns. As a minotaur, he had always been big, towering really. And what had once been a chubby brute of a football player was now a suit clad, bubble butted man.
Tilly nudged you in the ribs. “I wouldn’t mind playing those bongos.”
You frowned, tightening your arm around your itinerary tablet. “Don’t let him or Mr. Denton hear you talk like that!” You hissed.
She and some of the others sarcastically saluted. “Yes, ma’am.”
You shooed them off back to work, strutting towards the front desk.
“Ah! There she is! I own this place but she’s the one who runs it. You’d probably do better talking to her than me, Charles.”
Charlies? You didn’t realize that’s what Chick was short for. Standing before him though you were sent back in time, back when you hadn’t filled out and grown into you shape, when you had acne and were one year away from getting your braces removed.
“Good afternoon,” you extended your hand to him. “I hear we may be working with you.”
Chick’s eyes went to your hand.
“More than that!” Mr. Denton exclaimed. “We’re going to be partnering with Charles. He’s going to be our photographer from now on. We’ll be able to offer discounts to his services when people use our venue. We were just discussing where we could put him an office and studio.”
Chick took your hand, giving it a gentle shake.
“An office is easy.” You became so nervous as soon as Chick held your hand. “A studio though, that might be hard to drum up.”
Chick slowly let go of your hand.“I’m willing to build one. I would just like a tour of the grounds to see where one could be set up.”
“I think that space over near the storage shed would be perfect,” Mr. Denton always sounded so happy about everything. It was part of why you liked working with him. “It gets great light, but it’s got no view.”
“That’s what I was thinking too.” You went back to clutching your work security blanket, the tablet. “It would be easy too since the old pavilion concrete is still there.”
“Yes!” Mr. Denton cheered. “I knew she was ahead of me. Now, why don’t you show Charles around. Give him a tour as well. Show him how good our kitchen is.”
You nodded, a growing more anxious as Mr. Denton stepped away.
“Right this way, sir.” You said, stepping away from the front desk and heading towards the front door. “Of course we’re mostly a wedding venue. But when we don’t have scheduled events planned we offer catering, fine dining, and movies are shown out in the field. So there’s always something going on around here.”
“Yes, Mr. Denton told me I could work any of the planned events I wanted.” He sounded strangely aloof.
“The fine dining would be nice. Customers could buy photos.” You offered, still trying to break the ice.
Chick stopped at one point near the pavilion. “Prom photos.” he then pointed a little west of that where the flower garden started. “Baby photos.”
“Excuse me?”
He shook his head and his curls shook. “Sorry. Just thinking out loud.” he looked at you again, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you.
“You haven’t even seen some of the indoor facilities yet!” You exclaimed. “Uhm…even our bakery is…” He was still giving you that look. “I’m sorry, is something the matter?”
Chick lifted a finger from his waist and pointed at you. “I know you, don’t I?”
Your lips parted. “Uh-”
He finally cracked a smile. “Yeah! From college!” He slapped his hand against his thigh. “It’s been bugging me this whole time! I was like, ‘Chick old boy, those pretty brown eyes are calling to me’.”
Your face instantly went hot.
“You were younger, right?” He chuckled.
Nodded, you clutched onto the tablet again. “Yes. I was a freshman when you were a senior.”
He looked so pleased with himself, grinning and giggling. He really did resemble himself from college now. Boyish, charming.
“Phew! I’m so relieved. Senior year isn’t exactly what I remember from college. You understand?” His southern drawl was somehow even more attractive than in college.
“I think so.” You gifted your hand, tipping it back like you were drinking.
“That and the pot. Mostly pot,” he snorted. He then leaned down closer to you and whispered. “Don’t tell Mr. Denton, but his son was my supplier back in the day. He used to grow the best closet green I ever had.”
You smiled, pressing your lips together as you giggled.
“See? I recognize that shy little giggle too,” Chick chuckled. “How you been? Life been treating you better since freshman year?”
“Better,” you were relaxed now.
“You used to work in the library right?”
How he remembered that was shocking. He wasn’t exactly the library type. “Yeah. I…I did. The bookstore too on weekends.”
Chick grinned. “I remember you telling me about it.”
He remembered?
“Now you run this place? Not to shabby! You like working here?” He asked. “Mr. Denton a good employer.”
“Yes,” you gasped out, still a bit shocked. “He’s great to the staff, listens to us. He’s away a lot so he sort of gives me the controls and he’ll go along with what I say most of the time.”
“I like to hear that,” he chuckled.
You wanted to bring up the night the two of you really met. But that night, while a good memory, was also a horrible one. You weren’t really sure how to broach it.
“My boss was a right piece of shit. I made him a ton of money and well, you see where I’m at now.” Chick scoffed. “Unfortunately that boss was also my father.”
“Yikes.”
“Yeah, left the family firm and started my own photography business. No one is happy with me,” he let out a loud laugh. “But hey, I’m happier with it than defending assholes in court. Of course, the old man is saying I need to pay him back for law school.” He stared off into the distance, pouting slightly.
You had forgotten he was going to school to be a lawyer.
“Well,” he sighed. “Anyways, show me an office. I’d like to get stuff moved in.”
“Right! Uhm-” You opened your tablet and clicked through a few documents. “Oh, actually, there’s a space across from my office we can clean out. We’ve been using it for chairs since it's, well, easier than the actual storage shed.”
“Alright! I’ll get to pass you by.”
You turned to hide your encroaching blush.
He began moving in equipment right after you gave him the tour. He even moved the chairs back to the shed by himself.
You and Tilly were watching him unload his truck while you shared lunch on the patio. You still couldn’t believe it was Chick!
“College eh?” Tilly was more into her pickle now than Chick.
“Yeah. I met him during a Pig Party.”
Tilly flinched, her ears perked up and her whiskers twitched. “What?”
You pouted. “I was asked on a date by a guy at Chick’s frat. I was naive and probably stupid,” you grumbled, taking a bite of your sandwich.
Tilly motioned towards Chick. “Did he participate?”
You shook your head. “He broke it up, actually. Me and the other ‘dates’ were all just about to cry in the corner when Chick came in and stopped the party. He threw people out, tore down some stuff, then he came over and invited us all out on a date.” You smiled shyly. “He was really sweet.”
“Oh!” Tilly’s tail fluffed up. “A heroic type, huh?”
“He took us all out for drinks, danced with us, bought us hamburgers on the beach. He made us feel…special after what happened. I think that’s what people liked about him back in college. He had a way of charming people.” You glanced Chick’s way, watching as he used a clip to get his curls out of his face. He had taken off his suit and replaced it with a tight t-shirt and jeans. His shirt rolled up over his belly a bit.
“Crush?” Tilly teased.
You huffed and pushed Tilly’s arm. “Oh stop.”
Over the next few days Chick got settled into his office, setting it up. He began making plans for the studio with Mr. Denton as well. Sometimes, when you were in your office, you could hear him playing old outlaw country.
The two of you chatted often in the hall. Hell, you waved to each other through open doors from your desks. Occasionally he brought in coffee or snacks he would share with you. He would come in and sit on your desk, wasting time with you while he waited on calls.
“What’cha reading?” he picked up your book from the desk.
You tried to stop him, but he was already looking at the ripping bodice cover and reading the blurb on the back. “Oh ho! Naughty girl,” he teased.
“Don’t call me that!” You pouted.
“You have some pages marked.” he smirked, flipping to one of the sticky notes. “He pressed his thumb against her full lips, and when separated them he pressed against her welcoming tongue-” he stalled reading, his eyes darting along the page.
“Give me that!” You snatched the book away from him.
“Really naughty,” he said, almost purring. “Your boyfriend not taking proper care of you?”
“No, but only because he doesn’t exist,” you grunted, stuffing the book into a drawer.
Chick smirked. “Good!”
You glared at him.
“No!” He threw his head back laughing. “I have been trying to figure that out since I got here! But you’re so tight lipped.” He leaned over you. “I’ve been dying to ask you out.”
Your face must have turned cherry red in that instant. “What?”
He kicked his legs hanging off the desk. “A date. A nice one too. Better than what happened in college.”
“The pig party?” You blurted.
“Don’t say that,” he grimaced. “I mean, the date I took you and the others on. Only this time, just you and me.” He eyed the drawer you hid your book in. “I bet I can make that book seem lackluster.”
“You’re serious.”
He nodded proudly. “Those brown eyes of yours make me melt, honey. I wanna cook you dinner.”
Certainly a string of words you weren’t prepared to hear that day. Hell, any day!
The next thing you knew you were standing outside his door, clutching a bottle of wine. His front door opened, and he stepped out with a grin.
“You found the place!” he dipped down, kissing your cheek. “Come on in! I just got the appetizer ready.” He stepped aside, letting you in. “Sorry about the place, I’m still moving in.”
“That’s okay.” You looked around at boxes stacked up. But there was a table placed in the center of the room with flowers and candles. “Oh! Here.” You held up the wine to him.
His large hand touched yours as he took the bottle. “You didn’t need to bring anything, honey.”
“I wasn’t sure. You were cooking so I thought wine might be nice.”
He chuckled. “I don’t drink much anymore, but I’ll try this with you.” he led you to the table, pulling out a chair for you. “Sit, relax. I’ll bring you the appetizer.”
You had never been cooked for before. This was a new type of date. You looked around, taking in the few things he had on display in his apartment. There was a couple of anime figurines, a horseshoe hanging over the door, a set of baby horns in a frame.
“There we go.” He set a plate of hot wings before you. “One of my specialties.” He took a wing, biting into it.
“They smell good,” you remarked.
“I used to make these for myself after a stressful day at the firm.” He sat down beside you. “I’d make a ton then eat them all in one setting.” He patted his belly. “You think I was chubby in college. You should have seen me five years ago!”
“You always looked good though,” you offered. “I mean, tummies are in these days.”
Chick licked hot sauce from the corner of his mouth. “You flatter me. But trust me, mine has always been out!” He slapped his belly. “The stress got to me and my go to was eating.”
You cupped your hand around your mouth as you chewed. “I understand. Obviously.”
Chick’s eyes went up and down you. “I like it.”
You could have chocked.
“I like something my hands fit around.” he flexed his fingers before you. “Thick thighs get me going,” he shivered.
You dabbed at your mouth with a napkin. “Well, thanks?”
“I don’t mean to fluster you. I want you to be comfortable. I did buy myself a copy of that book though. I wanted to see what made you tick.”
“You bought it?”
“I liked what I saw. I really like it. I see why your book girlies go for those sort of things.” He leaned back in his chair.
“Escapism.”
Chick leans forward again, excited. “I liked the chapter where Raphael pretends to be a thief in Lady April’s room.”
Your cheeks flushed. “Me too.” You weren’t really sure how to elaborate on it.
“I liked the playfulness of it.” he was going to say more, but a timer went off. “I’ll be right back. Keep enjoying those.”
You were thinking about how sweet it was that he wanted to cook for you. Moving in is stressful, and he was barely settled. Yet he still found the time to set up the dining table, get some candles and flowers, and cook a meal with appetizers and who knows what else. You were also thinking about the last few dates you had and how lackluster they had been. You were also thinking about the last time you had sex and how truly disappointing that was. You were never the girl to dive right into sex anyways, or at least you were never given the chance to be. But the thought popped into your head that, with Chick, you’d fuck him anywhere.
“There we are.” Chick came out, carrying a large bowl in each hand. He set one down before you, unaware of the raging thoughts ratting in your skull. “Bone apple teeth.”
You opened your mouth to say something, but decided a smile was enough. You gazed into the bowl, seeing a hearty vegetable soup.
“I’ve been craving a good soup. I hope you don’t mind.” He sat down beside you again with a proud smile. “No one back home really cooked. So I’ve been watching as many cooking videos as I can,” he chuckled.
“Are you self taught with most things you do?” You asked with a giggle. You brought a spoonful of the up to your lips, blowing to cool the steaming broth.
“Just the things I want to do,” he chuckled. “Photography, drawing, cooking.” He took a big bite and his eyes became content.
“You draw too?”
He was still chewing, so all he could do was shake his head. “I ain’t any good at it! I just started picking it up now and again when I got anxious.”
That seemed surprising. You ate the spoonful and was instantly captivated by how flavorful it was!
Chick grinned from ear to ear. “Like it?”
“Delicious,” you moaned in pleasure.
Chick licked his lips. “Good. I could eat my own cooking all day, but what matters is what other people think. Well, for cooking anyways. I think food is to be shared.”
You nodded, hungrily gobbling down more of the soup.
“I want to learn how to bake next.”
You swallowed, tapping your hand on the table as the bite was too hot. “I can show you!” You gasped out.
Chick’s eyes widened. “Like bread and cake and stuff?”
You nodded, drinking cold water.
You got to talking more in depth than you had planned. Chick offered wine and gave you a quick tour of his home. All his savings had gone into buying the place and everything for his photography business. He was essentially broke, even if his grandparents sent him money against his will, as he claimed.
The wine must have been getting to your head, because all you could think about was how sexy chick was. His large arms, full chest, and soft belly. He looked cuddly and rough at the same time.
“Oh my, I’ve never had a girl in my room before,” Chick said teasingly, but there was a tinge of nervousness to his voice. He cleared his throat, taking another drink of wine. “Sorry, stupid joke.” He looked anxiously around his room. “I’m not good at decorating either. Too much of a dude still, I guess.”
You sipped your wine, eyeing what a nice space the bedroom was. It had a bay window, which for now was stacked with boxes. “You’re a smart fella. You could learn a few things I’m sure.” You sauntered over to his bed, picking up the book resting open on the pillow.
Chick’s nervous expression turned flushed, his ears went back and his tail twitched. “Well uh, my mom always liked a western theme for our houses.”
“You’re joking?” You giggled and turned the book over, reading a bit. “Oh, you’re at the part where Lady Fairchild finds Raphael sleeping.” You sipped your wine again, happily re-reading that page.
“I had to stop there.” Chick came up behind you cautiously.
“Her lips wrapped around his indulgent manhood, urging it to become stiff as the mighty oak he’d chopped down earlier. His body when taut, showing off the sinew and well earned muscle.”
Chick let out a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t expect every other chapter to be so…steamy. I can usually read pretty quickly. But uhm-” he reached for the book but you stepped aside.
“Being a lady, she never would have dreamed of accosting a man in his sleep like this. But Fairchild couldn’t keep her hands off Raphael, his cock was so hard upon her tongue, so hot, she wanted to devour him, to take his seed anyway she could get it.”
“Y-you don’t have to read aloud,” he chuckled weakly again.
“Sorry.” You smiled shyly at him. “I just really enjoy this part.”
Chick averted his eyes, fidgeting and turning his hips.
“I’ve always wanted to try this.” You were crazy! It was the wine!
Chick’s long lashes fluttered.
“To make a guy up like this. I don’t know…is that weird?”
He shook his head, still not looking directly at you. “No. Not weird.”
You set the book aside, approaching him and placing your hand upon his arm. “I need to use the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back.” Your fingers slipped down his strong arm, suggestively brushing against his thigh.
Heart pounding like the drums in a death metal song, you shakily made your way to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, red faced and wide eyed. “What is wrong with you?” You hissed. “Me? What’s wrong with you? Being all horned up like that! This is a first date, you know?” You huffed, pacing a bit. “Get a grip! You’re just going to go back and have a conversation. Nothing is going to happen yet!” You looked back at yourself in the mirror and drank water from the sink. You gave yourself a pep talk to calm down then left the bathroom.
You went down the hall to the bedroom. “You know. There’s another book in this series about Lady Fairchild’s sister and the butcher-”
The world stopped as you stepped into the bedroom. Everything was silent, still, and unreal. Laid naked upon the bed was Chick, his cock half hard against his thigh. He was pretending to sleep, but you could tell he was bursting from uncertainty.
“Oh-” you gasped, cupping your hand around your mouth. “Oh…” You let out a pleasant sound and approached the bed. You kneeled upon the mattress, petting up his strong leg. You knew he was packing, it was a secret everyone in college knew.
“I shouldn’t,” you said performatively. “He’s sleeping.” Your eyes flicked up to his face as his lips pressed into a firm line. You stood, doing the same as him and taking off all your clothes. You shivered slightly, unsure what to cover first.
“You can do this,” you whispered. You crawled back into the bed, going between his thighs. His cock was fully erect now, hovering above his body, visibly pulsing. You took him into your hand, stroking gently.
“Shit…he’s massive.” You compared his girth to your wrist and swallowed. “I’ve never seen one like this in person.” You lips parted. “Can I even-” You placed his tip upon your tongue, moving your mouth around him and closing your lips.
Chick flinched, letting out a moan.
You sucked, finding the fullness of him pleasing. You stroked his base with one hand, white petting his thigh with the other. Chick was struggling to remain ‘asleep’, but he couldn't hold it in.
Releasing him, you took a few deep breaths. “Fuck.” You kissed his shaft, his tip, lapping him up. Something about sucking his cock was turning you on even more. You took him back into your mouth, going deeper, letting him into your throat.
Chick’s hips blacked and he cried out, alarmed and pleasured. He settled back down, trembling to keep up the act.
Touching yourself you found how wet you had become. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this aroused, let alone the last time you wanted to fuck so badly. You continued sucking him, becoming sloppy in the process. You wanted his cock, you wanted to pleasure him.
“Wait!” Chick whined.
You raised your eyes, releasing him as he propped up on his elbows. He looked drunk on lust, unable to keep up the sleeping act. You wiped your mouth, catching your breath. Your eyes locked with is, both of you holding your breath as the moment took over.
You were held in a mating press, legs behind your head as Chick thrust down into you, delivering blow after blow to that wonderful sensitive spot inside. He was snarling, you were crying out in pleasure. He was going so deep! Filling you so full! You made up your mind, you’d marry Chick if you had to.
Post nut clarity came later as you two sat at the dining table with mugs of coffee. It was super late, you were wearing his robe, he had on his underwear. It was silent, you both were afraid to speak.
“Good coffee,” you muttered.
He nodded. “It’s the only thing I really splurge on.”
Quiet again.
“Sorry,” you finally blurted out.
Chick held his hands out. “No! I’m sorry!”
You cupped your hands around your face. “I don’t do this usually! I don’t know what came over me!”
“Me neither!” He sat back, fidgeting with his hair. “I’ve been falling for you at work! This was so stupid of me!”
“No! I pushed it I was- Falling?” You watched him with wide eyes.
He nodded. “I’ve had a crush since college. Seeing you again made me feel like a kid and I-” He sighed and smiled nervously. “I wanted to make this special to wait for when…” His smile turned into a pout.
“Oh-” breathless was the only word you could think of. “Me too…I mean…when you rescued me and others from the pig party I was…”
You both locked eyes again.
“We can still make it special, right? Even if we got a bit too tempted,” you chuckled nervously.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
You were on the floor of the kitchen after attempting to get another cup of coffee. He was thrusting deep inside you.
“You’re so soft! So sweet!” He moaned. “I love your thighs! Your body!”
You cried out, arching off the tiled floor. “Right there! Right there!”
“I’m gonna cum in you! I’m gonna make you mine over and over and over-” he snarled with wild abandon.
“I want it!” You whined. “Fuck me! Make me yours!”
It felt so good to be taken like that, hard, powerful, world shaking. Gentle could come later, right now, you needed to be fucked senseless.
The coffee was steaming as you stood there, robe falling off your shoulders, legs shaking from the second greatest orgasm of your life. Chick was breathing heavy, sweating, leaned against the counter as he too was having a hard time standing.
“I’ve never milked a cow before,” you said, dizzy and offhanded.
Chick started laughing and you joined in with giggling.
“I’ve never felt this way with anyone,” he murmured, heading down, curls shifting. “So intense, so…heated.”
You nodded, sipping the hot coffee as you tried to return from the world of endless humping. “I know what you mean.”
He chuckled, brushing his hair back. “It’s one thing to be so giddily enamored with you. Like now, I feel like a kid. But when I’m inside you I can quench myself enough. I have to have you, I have to make you cum.”
You nodded. “Maybe that’s real chemistry.”
“Yeah,” he sighed dreamily. “So uh…I have stuff to make breakfast in the morning, if you’d like to stay the night.”
You glanced at the clock on the stove. “It’s three in the morning.”
“How long were we at it?” he gasped.
You giggled, setting your coffee cup down. “We might as well stay up then.” You wrapped your arms around his bare waist, pressing your naked body against his. “We should talk a bit more and learn about each other. Right?”
You knew where you would end up, bent over the bathroom counter as he drove into you from behind. You were talking about first-times, his was when he was sixteen, yours was senior year of college. It got heated and before you even got in the shower, you were wet again, taking his thick cock deep inside. You’d probably call out of work the next day, you wouldn’t be able to walk very well.
“I can’t stop myself,” Chick panted between thrusts. “Being inside you is too good.”
You grunted in reply.
“I love your pussy,” he moaned. “I love your hips in my hands! I love how my fingers sink in-” he growled, bucking, struggling to keep composure.
Around eight in the morning Chick was passed out, sleeping peacefully with a tender smile on his face.
“Where are you?” Tilly’s text asked.
“Sorry, I’m gonna have to call it a sick day today.”
“But it’s bagels day in the bakery! You were gonna tell me about the date.”
You glanced down at Chick as his hand reached out for you, pulling you against his chest. You smiled, knowing you would have to spill later.
“I will. But we’re going to need more than bagels to talk this one over.”
Chick’s arm tightened and he buried his face in your hair. You set your phone aside and melted into that embrace.
“What are you going to tell her?” He said sleepily.
You didn’t realize he was awake.
Chick chuckled, kissing your neck and cheek. “I don’t mind you sharing the intimate details. But uh…mute them a bit if you don’t mind.”
You took his hand, kissing his fingers. “Oh, the details are just for me,” you giggled.
He sighed happily. “What will you say about us?”
“Oh well.” You rolled over so you could face him. You stroked his cheek, studying the contours of his face. You then wrapped a curl around your finger, idly while you day dreamed.
“I’ll say we’re going to have another date, possibly sooner rather than later. Uhm…he’s going to take me out to the bookstore, then we’ll go and pick up ingredients so I can teach him how to make bread.”
His sleepy smile grew. “Book store?”
You nodded. “Yes. We’re going to get the sequel book I mentioned. As well as a couple of other books I want.”
He chuckled softly. “My treat of course.”
“Of course,” you giggled. You gave him a small, soft kiss. “Then, we’re going to make bread toegther, watching movies while it rises and bakes. Maybe have a drink or two.”
“Mmm.” He grabbed your hip, squeezing. “The bread will burn if we do that.”
“Well, we’re going to have to be good.” You smirked.
Chick laughed. “Oh! We’re good. But we need to behave.” He opened his eyes to look at you, his gaze going instantly soft. “Am I too clingy if I say I want to wake up to this every day?”
Your heart shuddered. “A little. But I don't mind.” You smiled back. “We’ll work towards it. Hopefully, give it a few months, it’ll become a regular. A year or two, and we’ll see.”
“Can’t wait.”
