Shortcakes and Wet Fantasies
Synopsis: You invite your boyfriend to your apartment, so he can try the strawberry shortcake you baked for him... but as things got more and more intimate, the sweets were forgotten and you ended up tangled up on the couch, making love (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) ♡ (as always, minors do not interact ♡)
It started with the strawberry shortcake. Oh, of course it did.
At first, you just wanted to bake something lovely for your boyfriend, maybe earning some praises from him, after all, weren’t you such a diligent girlfriend for baking for him?
Then, you forgot it at your apartment. Quite a pickle, but… if you offered he could come upstairs and try the cake… nothing weird would happen, right?
Link politely removed his shoes and put them next to yours upon entering. There was a small glint of excitement in his eyes, but overall, he tried to suppress how restless it made him to finally be at your place.
“You have a nice apartment”, he commented curtly. Not too eager. Not too nonchalant. Yet, still enough to make you trip over your own shoes.
“Uh… right! Do you want anything to drink?”
Just looking for a small distraction, yup. Something to fiddle with, so your hand wouldn’t itch to touch Link.
A few seconds passed without him responding, so you looked back over your shoulder, two cups in your hand as you grabbed them from your cupboard.
And that’s when you saw how he looked at you. His stance was casual, as if he visited girl’s apartments every other day, and being alone with one wasn’t a big thing at all. A boyish grin tugged on his lips, as if he more or less knew what his presence alone was doing to your heart.
As soon as he caught your gaze, he answered, “Just some water will be fine.”
Redness creeped on your cheeks, but you fulfilled his request with slightly trembling hands, pouring water into the cups you gathered.
Of course, he couldn’t resist gently brushing his fingers against yours as he took it from your hand, causing the redness spread further to your ears. All the while his eyes never left you. Not for a second.
Trying to get more comfortable, you sat down on your sofa, leaving just enough space for Link to sit next to you.
Yet, he didn’t do that just as you hoped him to, no. The moment his cup was emptied, he approached you with deliberate, calm footsteps. Thinking he was about to take a seat, you shuffled closer to the other edge of the sofa, just in case he needed more space. But rather than doing that, he gently nudged your chin with his fingers upward, making you look up at him.
And what a sight he was. His soft hair was up in a ponytail, bangs partly covering those blue eyes of his. Instead of holding your gaze, they were all over you know: scanning your face, stopping by your lips and going way, way lower.
For a second, you were completely froze in place. But soon, instincts came over you and you found yourself leaning into his touch, at first just an inch, then inch by inch, you let his whole palm embrace you.
And that’s when Link’s fingers started to draw circles… only to accidentally brush against your ears, leaving you flustered as a soft sigh left your lips.
“You’re beautiful”, he murmured, eyes still drinking in the sight of you, so vulnerable, so exposed in front of him. Then, ever the curious, Link’s fingers sneakily slid up along the shell of your ear, just to see if he could pull another sigh out of you.
More careful this time, your lips remained sealed, not bold enough to bare more of your defenseless sounds in front of him.
But he was going to keep trying. Fingers stopping, he lowered himself enough to brush his forehead against yours, basking in your warmth that made him feel calm and thrilled at the same time.
Glancing at your ear, he asked, “Can I?”
Too flustered to utter a single thing, you desperately nodded your head, engulfed in the reverence he lavished on you, so ready to accept anything he was willing to give.
With your permission, he leaned even closer to your ear, his breath warm and steady against your skin.
Never quite knowing what he would do or when, every fiber of your body was taut, and the thought of his lips on your skin sent a rush of heat straight to your core.
His teeth struck first, gliding over the delicate skin of your ear, leaving a thin trail of saliva behind before he pressed his lips to the spot he’d just nibbled.
You could barely contain the heated sigh that threatened to escape you after the sensation he left just with his mouth on your ear.
Link leaned back just enough to look at you, eyes searching your face for any reaction. Just to make sure he got the message, you tugged on his shirt, “Do it again… please.”
And that’s all he needed to hear. Before you knew it, his teeth were sinking into the skin of your ear, with more and more of his tongue gliding against your skin with every bite.
Sighs were escaping your lips without restraint now, entirely consumed by the way Link’s teeth and tongue felt against your sensitive skin.
After a while, he switched sides and attacked your other ear with his mouth, trying different angles and intensity he bit you with. Some of his attacks were all tongue, caressing the shell of your ear, some were pure teeth, pulling on your earlobe and smoothing the pain out with his lips.
Your hands got tangled up in his shirt somewhere along the way, fingers tugging on the fabric to pull him closer to you or lead him to the angle that felt especially good. He was so solid under your fingers, yet so soft… the thought of decorating that chiseled chest of his with your own love bites made your head dizzy.
Brain foggy like that, you found your courage to ask, “Can I… can I try too?”
His grasp tightened around your waists, mouth detaching from your ear as he pulled back to look at you.
You pushed back a blonde strand behind that pointy ears of his, tracing the shell of his ear while doing so. The cute shape of his ears actually made you want to nibble on them since forever… so now that he nibbled yours, it was only fair for you to nibble his too.
“That’s what you want, huh.”
Finding his gaze again, you nodded your head.
Instead of answering you with words, he sat down next to you, keeping his face sideways to you, granting the access for the perfect nibbling-angle. And oh, you were about to use it.
Smoothing your hand up on his thigh, you lifted your legs to straddle him. His breath hitched audibly, and his lips parted in surprise.
You caught your lower lip between your teeth as you brushed his hair aside, your fingers drifting over his features.
“I could look at you all day, Link”, you said whispering. “If yours was the only face I’ve ever got to see for the rest of my life… I’d be the happiest person.”
His grip tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, a flush of pink blooming across his cheeks and creeping slowly to his ears.
And that’s when you struck—your tongue tracing the shell of his ear in one long lick, heat and wetness marking his skin. Then came the nibbles, alternating between pulling on his ears and smoothing the pain with lips.
Link couldn’t decide where he should keep his hands. One second, he was gripping your hips, then his hands came down to your thighs, then up to the small of our back.
His soft skin brushed your lips, his cedar scent filling your nose as your hands roamed—sliding over his shoulders, drifting up his chest, until they finally came to rest above his heart.
He felt unbelievably good against you. The heat radiating off of him warmed your fingers, making your skin tingle wherever you touched him.
He, on the other hand, kept being passive with his own touch, never wandering too far away from the small of your back.
“Link… touch me… please”, you panted, pulling back to come face to face with him. “I want you to feel… everywhere.”
Taking his hands in yours, you slowly slid up in a line on your thighs. His breathing was erratic at that point, chest rising and falling with every breath.
You didn’t stop at your waist, however. No, the moment your hands reached the hem of your shirt, you gently pushed your joined hands under the fabric, reaching higher.
When he finally felt your bras under his fingers, you let out a shaky breath, unable to keep it in after his fingers pressed against the fat of your tits.
Biting your lip, you looked at him through your lashes, “Need you Link to… touch me here…”
The tremble in your voice was undeniable, the plea coming out wrapped in raw, restrained pleasure.
Link took your chin between his fingers of his free hand, nudging you to look at him. “Is that what you want?”
Frenzied, you shook your head, “I need it, Link… please… ah!”
Before you could finish voicing your hazy thoughts, your bras were pushed down tenderly, and Link’s hands came to cup you in a delicate grip. A low groan escaped him upon the contact, brows furrowing in a way only you could make him do.
“So soft…”, he panted, his voice taut with unleashed want as if he was the one getting his tits played with.
Your head fell back a little, nerves overwhelmed with pleasure, asking him, “Do you… do you like them?”
Link’s hands tightened, not painful, just letting you feel every inch of his palm and fingers against your sensitive skin. “I love them. So perfect, I…”
His cheeks were still so pink, eyelashes fluttering as he looked down to his hands, and his bashfulness made you want to tease him juuuust a little~
“Then don’t be shy, Link~ Use your mouth too…”, purring, your hand brushed a strand of hair behind one of those adorable little ears you just kissed into oblivion. “Show me what else those lips can do, Link…”
His eyes widened, cheeks furiously burning red as said lips parted hearing your bold words leak through your shy exterior.
With tightened jaws, he leaned in, stopping a breath away from your lips. His eyes were searching your face for any sign of disapproval, but they only saw your blown pupils and lips parted as an invitation.
Gradually, the distance between you and him disappeared, as Link let go of his doubts and pressed his lips against yours. It was just a careful peck first, a little unsure, just testing waters. But then you pulled oh so tenderly on his hair and your nipple rubbed against his palm just right when you wiggled closer, and his restraint shattered like glass.
A hand sneaked on your waist to keep you flushed against him, while the other started massaging your tits, alternating between the two swells of your breasts.
His lips moved hungrily against yours, his tongue skimming over them in a silent plea for entry. As soon as you parted your lips just slightly, he slipped inside, guiding your tongue against his, so eager to take control.
You couldn’t contain your hands anymore, they glided over his broad shoulders, then slipped inside of his shirt and pressed against his chiseled pecs. Entirely lost in the way he felt against you, your fingers slid over his skin, determined to pull those toe-curling groans from his throat.
Your head was still in the clouds when Link pulled away to let you catch your breath. Even then, he continued to press kisses against your jaw, turning some of them into nibbles. Your hands found their way back into his hair, gently tugging him closer.
“Please, Link… don’t stop… feels so good…”, you whimpered, desperate to keep him giving you kisses. He rewarded you with a low grumble against your throat, unintentionally causing you to move your hips against his.
A moan rippled out of you upon the contact, shamelessly lost in the way his already hard cock felt against your softest part. “Fuck, Link…”
He stiffened for a split second, making you draw back a little to make sure he’s okay. But as soon as you looked at his face, more heat rushed to your core.
He was panting, breath shallow and ragged, that chiseled chest of his rising and falling rapidly. His brows were furrowed in desperation, pupils wide with desire and lips bitten to hold back the unholy sounds you nearly made him slip.
His expression was taut, as if every second he spent not worshipping your body was pure torture, but he couldn’t bring himself to rush things with you because you were way too precious for him.
Completely taken aback by the state he was in, you cupped his face with one hand, letting your thumb glide against his lower lip that was making you want to lose control just seconds ago.
Unable to keep it in, you said, “You’re so hard already, Link… is that because of me?”
His hand slipped down from your chest to the small of your back, as if he could ground himself by not touching your skin. And that’s when you pushed against him again… a little more than just testing waters this time. Oh, no, you gripped his shoulders to keep yourself steady and let yourself feel every inch of him.
Link groaned in pleasure, but willed himself to stay still and let you set the pace.
So that’s exactly what you did.
“Want to ride you so bad, Link… please just...”, you caught his gaze in the middle of your confession, looking for a sign in his eyes that told you he wanted it too. “Ah, Link… please give me anything… I’ll take anything as long as it’s from you…”
Your raw honesty completely undone him. His fingers slid up your back, unhurried but certain, and lifted your shirt off of you completely.
“You’re so beautiful… can I?”, he asked with his fingers spread on the fabric of your bra. As soon as the “please” left your lips, he undid the clasps and his lips were on you. At first just tentatively biting the sensitive flesh, but every time you moaned and pulled his head closer, he became bolder and bolder.
There was saliva all across your tits when Link finally gave attention to your nipples. His lips sucked on the bud, sensation so intense that it had you grind down on him, with your nails digging into his shoulders under his shirt.
“Link”, you whimpered, “feels so good… more, please… ah, please don’t stop!”
With a deep groan, he let his tongue lap on your nipple, drawing circles, mercilessly pulling moan after moan out of you. When he stimulated the other one, he let go of your waist with one hand to massage the abandoned nipple, saliva deliciously gliding against soft skin.
The wetness was more and more unbearable in your panties with each and every grind against him, especially with the way he sucked and lapped at your tits. You were already on verge and he hasn’t even touched you properly.
Too high on the crashing waves of pleasure that washed over your body, you absentmindedly tugged on Link’s shirt, then whined when it didn’t come off instantly. Sensing your distress, Link’s calloused hands instantly intertwined with yours, helping you free his torso of the fabric.
At last, his torso was free of any fabric and you could see the sheer layer of sweat clinging to his skin, making him look irresistible as ever.
As your hands traced muscles and mindless shapes on his chest, you felt him stiffen under your touch. But when you glanced at his face, you only saw his blush-kissed cheeks and his lips caught between his teeth, as if he was forcing himself to hold back.
“Look at you, Link”, you teased your fingers up and down on him, movements so slow and calm, unraveling him with every passing second. “Aren’t you the most beautiful and breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on…”
And to ease the heated edge of your voice, you captured his lips with your own to give him a mind-shattering kiss. His hands smoothed circles on your back, never quite teasing but not what you needed at that moment.
So you pulled back, your breath still tangled with his, your forehead resting against him, “Do you want to… well, do you want me to…”
“I want you”, he blurted out, grip tightening around your back, “I want to feel you…”
You bit your lip to hold back a smile (but failing to), “Be specific, Link. What do you want me to do?”
He held your mischievous gaze, his blush lingering stubbornly on his cheeks, “I— I want to be inside you…” Your growing smirk made him break eye contact, but even then, his eyes never left your face.
“Tsk tsk, Linky… so vague. You just had my tits in your face and you can’t say out loud that you want me to ride your cock?”
His gaze slowly lifted to meet yours, holding it with such intensity that you shivered. “Ride me… I need to be inside you so bad.”
That’s all it took for you to crash your lips against his again. His shyness was nowhere to be found as he moved you with a firm grip on your hips, grinding you along the whole length of his cock. The room was filled with the wet sounds of your lips and the shameless whines and groans the two of you made.
A few minutes later, the both of you tugged almost all of your clothes off of each other, leaving only the undergarments on.
Your hands were palming him through the fabric, lips on his neck leaving more and more bruising nibbles on the soft skin. Link alternated between gripping your waist and massaging the swell of your breasts, each stroke making you moan harder than the other.
You were wet beyond comprehension but he let your guide the pace, so you chose to take your time. Your hands felt up every inch of his torso and teased his hard cock through his underwear, rewarding him with kisses wherever you could reach for being so patient.
Not a sign of making you hurry or just wanting to get over with it… it was only you and him on your sofa, shortcake long forgotten because feeling him against you lifted you higher than any sugar high could.
“Link”, you breathed, “can I fuck you? Please, Link, I… I don’t want to wait any longer.”
He lifted your face with one hand so he could rest his forehead against yours. Seeing you so desperate for him, he couldn’t help but get a wave of boldness rush through him. He began to draw circles lower and lower on your back, eyes never leaving yours to watch your reaction.
But when you didn’t stop him, they grabbed your backside, pushing you gently to make your hips crash against him.
“Goddesses, look at you… made a mess in your panties for me already?”
“Mm, Link, wanna make a mess on your cock now…”
Your words made him groan again, his lips finding yours, teeth pulling on your lower lip while his hands slipped under the fabric of your panties, massaging your ass but never quite removing the last layer that separated your sensitive part from his.
A few kneads later, he finally lifted you and tugged his underwear off. His cock bounced against his abs, tip already glistening with pre-cum.
Unable to restraint yourself, he was in your hands before he knew it. Drawing delicious circles on his tip, you spread out the leaking pre-cum.
“Even your cock is pretty, Link”, as you murmured, he twitched and grew slightly in your grip, making you mesmerized by how reactive he was. Leaning closer to whisper into his ears, you went on. “Want to see how pretty my pussy is? Hm?”
That’s when he slid his fingers along the waistband of your panties, silently pleading for permission. You just lifted yourself off of his thighs again, anchoring yourself on his knees and said, “Go on.”
He clearly thought you never skipped arm day, judging by the deliberate slowness with which he peeled the fabric from you. Eyes were glued onto you, his breath became ragged when your panties revealed what he’s been waiting to see all this time. The angle was clumsy but Link held and guided you with confidence, never quite making you stretch or take on an awkward position.
As soon as you were free from your last piece of clothing, Link pulled you back against him, and captured your lips between his, kissing you without caution. His grip was on your butt again, hands gently nudging you closer rhythmically, rubbing himself against your pussy oh so shamelessly. Your juices coated him so deliciously that both of you groaned into the kiss from the sheer pleasure of rubbing against each other.
Every grind sent jolts of excitement down your spine, and your pussy practically fluttered every time he almost slipped inside your soft folds.
“Goddess, you’re dripping for me…”, Link whimpered as he broke the kiss for a breath.
Your whines became louder and louder every time he glided his cock against you, the teasing strokes never quite enough to get you off but turning you on beyond imagination.
“Link!”, you moaned against his neck, just a putty in his arms. “Want you inside me… please, I… I need your cock, Link…”
You felt his grip tighten on your ass, fingertips digging into skin, yet not bruising.
“You want that? Want to ride me?”, he grumbled between shaky breaths.
“Yes Link! Please!”, you whined desperately.
Unable to resist your plea, he positioned you above him, the tip of his cock kissing your clit for just a moment before letting you sink down onto him.
The first few inches made cry out from the stretch. He stopped immediately, pulling you into a kiss to distract you from the pain of him entering you. Your nails clawed his shoulders, desperate to have him inside but not daring to move until you adjusted to his thickness.
His arms held you securely, only letting you lower on his length when you wiggled. The next few inches were delicious and painful at the same time. He was far from bottoming out, yet you had to stop for another minute to catch your breath.
“Sorry, I… I’m…”, you tried to apologize, but he wiped away the tears you didn’t even notice, stopping you from spiraling with the assuring strength he cupped your face with.
“There’s nothing you to be sorry about. Doesn’t matter how much time it takes… I’ll wait until you’re ready. There’s no need to rush.”
And when you looked into his eyes, you knew he meant it. Every word. It wasn’t fair how he made you fall even harder for him, being so gentle and reassuring whenever self-doubt crept in.
Once you were fully seated on him, your pussy pulsating around this length, you finally lifted tentatively, then slammed down.
He was gripping your thighs by then, keeping you secure and marveling at your naked body. His eyes were filled with desire and surprise, as if he still couldn’t believe he got to enjoy such a view.
“Y-you’re so deep, Link”, you whimpered, fingers buried in his shoulders and head slightly falling back from the overwhelming pleasure that creeped silently into each and every one of your nerves. You found yourself sliding up and down on Link’s cock, as the drag of his veins against your walls made you see stars from the stimulation.
“You’re so tight”, Link groaned, “You feel like heaven around me, ah~”
Seeing him getting himself so lost in the way your pussy pulsed around him pushed you even closer to orgasm. His beautiful hair now sticked to his forehead, and his muscles shifted in his arms every time he helped you lift up, that you had to bite your lips.
Your hips got more and more tired with each slam and Link, the ever so attentive boyfriend, noticed the way you weren’t able to ride with such intensity anymore.
“Are you… tired?”, he breathed. “Should we… take a break or…” Your hands sneaked around his and lifted them to grab onto your hips. “Help me~ Please~”, you plead, lashes fluttering shyly.
“Alright. Tell me if I’m too fast… or if I’m too slow…”, he muttered as he lifted you up, then helped you sink onto his cock again.
“Ngh, Link, faster please”, you whined, fingers finding his chest and gripping the soft skin. “Wanna come around your cock— ‘m so close…”
Growling, Link picked up the pace. With each slam, his hips lifted off of the sofa, meeting you halfway.
The motion made his tip press against that spot deep inside you that had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head, a cry tearing out of your throat in pleasure. “R-right there— ah, Link, again, please… yes, like that Link, fuck!”
He nuzzled into your neck as he fucked into you, pace never getting faster than your preference. Your bodies were flush against each other’s, and the delicious friction of his chest against yours pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
Confession after confession left your lips uncontrollably, each one dirtier than the other.
“Ah, Link, I fucking love your cock… so big, ngh!”
“Filling my pussy so fucking good~”
“Want your cum inside Link… fill up my pussy until you have nothing left~”
Link was losing himself in your praises, groaning your name in that husky, desperate voice. His movements became more erratic, one of his hands cupping your butt again. He spread your cheeks just a little wider, his heavy balls slamming against you even rougher in the new position.
You just couldn’t hold the urge in anymore.
“Please spank me, Link”, the whine left your cheeks burn from embarrassment but your brain was way too foggy to truly process it.
Link slowed down just a little, eyes widening as if he couldn’t believe what you just said. You kept begging, “Please slap me, Link…”
A low growl escaped his throat as he adjusted his grip and delivered a tentative smack against your butt. Not quite enough.
“Ah, harder”, you plead and Link delivered. His next spank struck with more force, making your pussy flutter around him. Embarrassment crashed over you but you could only moan against Link’s neck, lost in the way his cock dragged against your walls while delicious pain surged through your nerves.
Link’s movements slowed down again, but this time, he nudged your chin with his fingers, lifting your face until your foreheads met. His touch was tender, contrasting the slap he just gave you seconds ago.
“I want you to cum for me”, he murmured, blue eyes intense with desire and something so, so deeper. “And I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy of yours until you’re creaming on my cock and screaming my name, so the whole neighborhood knows who you belong to.”
You bit your lip, trying to contain your grin. Girl, he was so down for you. “You sound so sexy when you talk dirty, Link~ Makes me wonder how you sound when you cum~”
You poked the beast, so what came next was absolutely your doing.
Link sank his fingers into the flesh of your ass before spanking you again, making you jolt against him and whimper from the mix of pain and pleasure. When his hand came back to your butt again, it smoothed the skin, only to grab you and lift you up on his cock with force.
You could barely feel your thighs at that point but you still tried to synchronize your own movements with his by gripping his shoulders. His muscles shifted under your fingers with every slam, and feeling his pure strength had your pussy flutter with desire.
Link’s tip kissed your deepest spot again, and one of his hands slid down to circle on your clit. You became a moaning mess, alternating between crying out his name or short praises that fueled his erratic movements even further.
“Let go for me… milk me with your pussy like the good girl you are... that’s all you are, isn’t it? My good girl, making a mess all over me…”
You were hanging on by a thread, but there was still something you wanted him to say before you let go completely.
“Link… call me yours… ngh! Please just call me yours Link…”
“Mine, mine, mine”, Link echoed into your ears, each word accentuated with a slam of his hips against yours. “You’re mine… mine to love, mine to protect, mine to fuck…”
Your muscles contracted upon his claim, orgasm crashing over you and leaving you breathless, moaning, his.
Gradually, his movements slowed down and the room was filled with the sound of your panting and the quick thumping of your hearts.
You could feel him leaking against your thigh and if you weren’t so blissed out, you would probably worry about how you were going to clean the sofa.
At some point, Link started to draw circles with his thumb on your back and his other hand wove through your hair, gently playing with the strands.
“I… I don’t think I can walk”, you muttered, voice rough and hoarse from the sounds he coaxed from you.
“Sorry, did… did I hurt you?”, you heard soft panic woven into his question, so you leaned back a little to comfort him by grabbing both sides of his cheeks and looking straight into his eyes.
“Not you. But the… the position. It was quite taxing”, vaguely, you tried to point it out that your thighs have been around him for quite a while.
Hearing that, Link instantly lifted you up, gently turning you around and pulling you against his torso, so your legs could be sprawled out.
With each movement of his, your folds squelched, still dripping with cum, making your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. “Link! C-careful!”
“…also, you’re still inside”, you added with a thin voice, that only lead to more squelching as Link awkwardly lifted you off of him.
“I’m sorry, I’m…”, but he couldn’t finish the sentence, because as soon as he pulled out of you, more cum spilled out.
Yep, this is how you die of embarrassment.
“Please just… please just give me a towel… I have a few in the bathroom…”, you whispered with the reddest face possible.
Link obediently left to grab a few for you, even offering to dab your skin clean from the… liquid, which you accepted with burning cheeks.
Once the most embarrassing part was out of the way, you tugged on his wrist, and pulled him back to the couch, so you could wrap him in an embrace.
“I… I’ve never felt this good, Link”, you confessed weakly. “I think I might have to get a new sofa but…”
“I’m… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have…”
But you silenced him by putting your finger against his lips. “It’s fine. You might pay your part… with cuddles.”
A soft smile spread on Link’s face, eyes full of adoration and cheeks tinted with pink. No matter how much he looked at you, he couldn’t get enough of the sight, especially if you were in his arms.
“I might have to overpay you, then.”
You giggled, “Oh, you must. Don’t forget that my legs aren’t working either~”
“Ahh, I’m SORRY—“
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ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/70127166
