Warnings: Graphic smut, kinks, use of the word 'daddy', pretty much what I'm saying is, this is filthy
So please read at your own discretion, as this is not written to make anyone feel uncomfortable
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The sweet, flavorsome fruit entices your taste buds as it hits your tongue, it's juices dripping from the corners of your mouth and down your chin like a sweet tear drop as you bite into it. You have always loved fresh fruit, knowing that it's not only very good for you, but also makes you feel good as well.
The chopped up pineapple is on a blue plate in front of you, waiting to be eaten as you dip your fingers down to gather another piece; eyes glued to the television in the living room as you stand behind the kitchen counter. Your feet are bare against the cool tile floor, body covered in a comfortable T shirt and a pair of lounging shorts.
Your attention to the show you're watching is stripped away when you see a large figure exiting your shared bedroom out of the corner of your eye, sauntering into the open living space; limber body adorned in a semi fitted black shirt and a pair of loose joggers. It always makes your stomach do flips every time you see Bill dressed so cozy. He's usually wearing jeans and a leather jacket or something of the sort but he looks just as handsome in casual attire.
Your gaze flickers to him, his eyebrows raised as a curious smirk lines across his pink lips (similar to a Cheshire Cat, you always say) "Pineapple? You never eat pineapple." He says with a soft chuckle, turning around the corner or the counter to enter the kitchen, long legs carrying himself to you in a matter of seconds. His towering figure stands behind you, his warmth and presence tangible as his lengthy arms reach out so he can place either of his massive hands on the marble counter, beside your plate in front of you.
A small giggle bubbles from your throat as you turn around halfway, his face only a couple inches away from yours as you look up at his broody features through your lashes. "Yes I do, just not that often." You say in a playful tone, smiling as he looks down at you with an amused smirk. "What?" You ask in a curious tone, glancing down at your shirt to see if you dropped any fruit on you. He chuckles again, the sound breathy and deep as he says "You have a little something here."
His viridian eyes glance down to your mouth, but before you have time to wipe your face, he's already leaning in; one of his palms detaching from the counter so he can bring his thumb up to the corner of your lips. Your eyes close, the kiss instantly having an effect on you that leaves you unable to speak (something that happens nearly every time, you just can't help it.) A small gasp emits through your nose as you feel his warm, wet tongue peek out from behind his plump pout; trailing down to lick the juices off of your chin that have pooled from the fruit.
His lips make a smacking sound as he laps it up, his mouth trailing back up to kiss you again; his tongue now coated with the taste of sweet tanginess that the tropical fruit is filled with. You are now fully turned around to face him, his body crouched slightly so he can come more at your faces level. "Must have gotten carried away and forgot to clean myself up." You say with a small laugh, your heart hammering in your chest as his lips hover over yours, as if he wants to go back in and ravish your tongue with his own, but is holding himself back.
