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♣️ Financier X Clotted Cream ♣️

-Breakfast-

For: @lovesndkisses 

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No one's POV

The sound of the pan sizzling and multiple applications used at once filled the air in the home. The scents of wonders wafted in the air- salty bacon and eggs and the delicate aroma of matcha and coffee. Morning light spilled into the room in soft gold and pink, and the open windows caused the satin curtains to billow, bringing in the fresh scent of the crisp air and saltiness of the ocean.

Financier hummed, turning over the two eggs. She let them fry for a few seconds before flipping them onto the toasted bread and beside the bacon.

"Working hard, sweetheart?" Clotted Cream chuckled, leaning against the door frame.

Financier glanced up from creating a zig-zag pattern with the ketchup on the plate and smiled. "Morning Clotted."

"You know, we could have brought in a chef," he said, striding to Financier.

"I felt like cooking for you," She replied, dumping the pots into the sink before turning to the coffee and matcha set-up. She poured the matcha over the slightly cooled Espresso shots.

"Allow me to help with the dishes then," Clotted Cream walked to the sink, picking up the scrub.

"Mhm, thanks," Financier nodded, whisking the matcha.

The food was arranged and presented on the lacquer table shortly after. Two plates each featured hot, salted eggs and bacon atop slices of bread, accompanied by iced dirty matcha for Financier and iced coffee for Clotted Cream, served in clear glasses.

They ate while making small talk leisurely, not needing to worry about being late to meetings or mountains of paperwork today. Although, they were talking about current events and work.

"You know," Clotted Cream said as they finished up. He dabbed the white cloth against his lips and folded it neatly before joining Financier by the sink. "I just remembered."

"Yeah?" Financier asked, drying her hands.

"I haven't had dessert yet," he cupped her cheeks, tilting her head.

"H-huh?!"

"And you haven't been rewarded either, hm?" he continued, dipping his head.

His lips ghosted hers, and their eyes locked. Financier's eyes widened, and her face was pink in seconds, causing him to smirk. His hand slid under her long skirt, teasingly caressing her inner thigh.

"C-clotted, this isn't our bedroom!" she stuttered, though she didn't pull away.

"So?" He murmured, grabbing her thighs and lifting her onto the counter. Standing between her legs, he looked up at her with a grin, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "I can worship your body anywhere, anytime."

"Unless you want me to stop?" he paused, tilting his head, eyes half-lidded.

"N-no..." She mumbled, turning redder.

Clotted Cream chuckled, his fingers hooking onto her flimsy panties, pulling them off. Her body trembled as he rubbed her slick folds wet with arousal.

"Mnh," he brought his fingers to his lips, making a show of licking them. "I can't wait to taste you."

Grabbing the back of Financier's neck, he crashed his lips with hers and kissed her passionately. He fumbled with the zipper of his pants, and he pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. She moaned as he kissed harder, and he slid his tongue in, exploring the wet cavern, tasting the remnants of matcha from breakfast. Clotted Cream pushed her back against the marble counter, his hand landing on her hip.

Financier blushed harder, her body trembling as Clotted Cream spread her thighs further apart to expose her dripping pussy. He rubbed his throbbing tip against her entrance, holding her hips tightly. In a fluid motion, he thrust it to the hilt. She gasped loudly, her back arching off against the counter.

"Fuck...sweetheart, you feel exquisite," Clotted Cream groaned, staying still for a moment for her to adjust, feeling her tight walls clench his cock as her fluids dripped down.

He set a pace, slow, steady thrusts. He slid one hand down to her clit, pressing his thumb against the sensitive bud, rubbing it in circles. It was music to his ears as she whimpered his name, feeling the new layer of pleasure added. Moans of pleasure and skin slapping against each other filled the room, Financier's voice getting louder and pleading.

"Cum for me," he commanded, his thrusts becoming erratic, faster, deeper, harsher. His thumb rubbed harder, and she moaned, her body arching into his chest. He slammed down and grinded down. He held her in place as thick cum shot out, warming and filling her. She followed after, crying out as her body shook with pleasure and her nails dug into his shirt.

He slowly pulled out, his dick softened, coated with their mixed cum.

"What..are you doing?" Financier panted, watching him bend down.

"Why eating my dessert, of course," he purred and buried his face in between her thighs, his tongue pushing past her pussy lips until they poked into her opening.

She gasped as he cupped her pussy with his mouth, sucking it until their mixed fluids poured into his mouth, and he stood. He then grabbed her chin and kissed her demandingly. Her lips parted, and he dumped the cum into her mouth.

"Taste yourself." Clotted Cream watched with satisfaction as Financier's throat bobbed, and he tipped her head back. Pressing his thumb against her lips until she opened them up obediently, approving how she had swallowed it all. He complimented her with a murmur to her ear and got down again.

Her thighs trembled, and her hips buckled as his tongue delved into her pussy. She could feel another orgasm coming as Clotted continued licking her pussy like a kitten lapping her milk. Her toes curled, and her body thrashed while Clotted Cream held her down.

Financier cried out as she climaxed a second time, her cum spurting into Clotted Cream's mouth and onto his face as he continued to lap at her fluttering pussy.

"Mmm delicious~," he said, taking a silk cloth and gently dabbing it against his wet lips as if he had just finished a five-course meal. "Perhaps I should have it again tonight, hm?"

"We have a dinner party tonight, remember?" Financier reminded him, huffing as she felt her cheeks heat up again.

"You're right," he leaned back, smoothing down his shirt. Financier nodded, hopping off the counter. She stumbled, her legs giving away now feeling sore, and she stabled herself.

"We'll just have to find a private spot somewhere there then. How about the washroom?"

"Wait until we get back to our bedroom!"

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Holy crap I just wrote this in school

I hope you enjoyed it! I don't know, I really liked this idea lol. By the way, I have my play/advanced acting theatre thing this Saturday, and it's my first act so I'm a bit nervous. Wish me luck!

Anyways, have a good day/night!

- Crkmsxn