Kinktober Day 6: Stuffing + Voyeurism
MINORS DNI
Service top amab gn reader, dom-ish bottom trans Lilia, stuffing, voyeurism (kinda?), premature ejaculation
Terms used for Lilia: pussy, clit
You cannot tear your eyes away from Lilia when he eats.
It’s always subtle, but he teases you because of it. He tells you it’s rude to stare, asks if he has something on his face, and sometimes he’ll wink or smirk as he swallows a bite.
You can’t help it though. There’s something indescribably alluring about watching Lilia eat; something about the way that his fangs sink into food, or the way that he sometimes licks his fingers noisily, or how he often grabs a portion so large that you’re always suspicious of whether or not he’ll be able to fit all that food into his little body.
“I know you like to watch me eat,” he murmurs one day when the two of you are alone, finally speaking the unspoken understanding between the two of you, and causing you to feel hot and flustered from embarrassment. You shift from foot to foot, about to stammer out some excuse (even though you don’t have one), but Lilia stops you by flicking his hand to the side. “I like it,” he grins, “I’ll put on a show for you, if you like,” you don’t know what to say, but you desperately want that so you nod your head enthusiastically. Lilia smiles like he knew that would be your response, “come to my room later,” he gives you a look as he leaves that makes you feel hot and flustered, but in an entirely different way.
Which is how you ended up at the Diasomnia dorm in the middle of the night. You knock lightly at his door, and Lilia swings it open before you can move your hand from the door.
“Took you long enough,” he pulls you inside quickly. You take a second to look around his room, and by the time you’re done Lilia is seated on the floor in front of various treats and snacks.
You sit across from him, making yourself as comfortable as you can. It’s now that you notice he’s wearing his oversized band shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. You try (and fail) not to gaze at his pretty legs wantonly.
Without any fanfare Lilia opens up a bag of chips, and starts eating. Despite saying he’d "put on a show", Lilia doesn’t exaggerate nor change the way he eats, which makes you happier than you’d care to admit.
The only sounds in the room are Lilia munching away, and though there’s a definite tension in the air (that neither of you have decided to address), the silence is a comfortable one. He quickly goes through the bag of chips, and moves on.
You watch him avidly, nearly unblinking. Typically you don’t feel this way unless you’re alone and thinking back on what you’ve seen, but you find when you’re here with him the heat that blooms in your loins starts faster than it ever has before.
Around half way through his pile of snacks, Lilia stops for a water break
“Do you get aroused watching me eat?” he asks curiously- and briefly you wonder if he can possibly read minds- after swallowing a gulp of water down.
You choke on your spit, taken aback by his bluntness. “Not always,” is what you end up saying, cringing immediately at how it sounds. Lilia, however, seems pleased. He takes a bite from a cookie,
“Are you aroused right now?” he asks when he’s done eating, not-so-subtly looking down to your half hard cock that’s slightly tenting your pants.
“Yes,” you answer softly, and since he already knows you put little effort into hiding it. Lilia lets out a low hum, but doesn’t pry any more. He continues eating, and you continue watching.
As he eats more and more, he slows down. You figure he must be getting full by now, but he keeps going despite that. Every part of you wants to reach down and touch yourself. Instead, you let your cock strain and ache while you fist your hands into the fabric of your pants.
“You know,” Lilia finally speaks again as he picks up the last item in his pile of snacks, a pastry of some sort, “I’ve always known that you were watching me eat, but I can’t remember when it started arousing me.” Your hands tremble with the prospect of your feelings being returned. Lilia struggles with the pastry, but finally finishes it all, licking off the whipped cream that stuck to his fingers. He moans softly, rubbing his belly.
“Please let me fuck you,” you rush out, completely impulsively. Lilia’s eyes go wide, and you feel a bit proud for finally catching him off guard. He recovers quickly, and grins wildly,
“Oh I would love that, darling one,” he hastily pulls his shorts off, and you only get a glimpse of his pussy before he crawls over, making himself more than comfortable on your lap. He rubs himself against your clothed cock, “fuck, I want to have you inside me,” he groans. You hesitantly place your hands on Lilia’s thighs as he undoes your fly.
Lilia paws at your pants, and finally gets them pulled down so he can stroke your cock. He gives you a few full strokes before steadying himself by gripping onto your shirt. He rubs his pussy against the length of you, slicking you up with his own wetness. Your cock twitches, and your hold on his thighs tightens with your sweaty hands.
“Don’t we- shouldn’t you-” you stammer, looking down at him helplessly, “lube?” is all you can manage to get out in the end. Lilia lets out a breathless moan (his clit brushing against the head of your dick),
“I fingered myself before you came,” you keen at that, “and I need you now…” he trails off expectantly, backing off just a bit. You catch his drift,
“I need you too, please Lilia,” you assure him, practically begging at this point. With your enthusiastic consent Lilia nearly purrs, leaning up to kiss you desperately.
He rubs himself just a bit more along your length, until finally he lifts his hips and sinks down on your cock, pulling away from the kiss to lean his head into your chest.
“Fuck,” he flutters around you, “I’m so full,” your hips buck up on their own accord at that. Lilia catches this, and like the minx he is, he doesn’t look away from an opportunity to tease. “Khehe, you love when I’m all stuffed up, don’t you?” he murmurs, rolling his hips already.
You let out a noise that’s between a whine and a moan, feeling like you’re going to cum already. Lilia starting out with riding you at a quick pace doesn’t help with that.
“Lilia,” you gasp, “if- ah- you go this fast I’m going to- nngh- cum,” Lilia coos, squeezing around you, and it takes a scary amount of effort to not cum from that alone.
“If you do, I’m- hah- going to keep riding you, is that okay baby?” you nod, even more turned on by the prospect of Lilia using you to get himself off. “Good, good,” he moans, kissing your jaw, “cum for me,” he groans your name, sliding a hand under your shirt to play with one of your nipples, “stuff me up more, fuck, make me more full with your cum.” He’s playing dirty now, but it works.
With a keen of his name, you climax embarrassingly quick, fucking your hips up into Lilia, your hips smacking against one another as he continues riding you. He lets out a deep groan, his pussy clenching down around you- trying to keep the cum in.
Lilia pauses for a second to let you catch your breath once you’ve fucked him through your high, but true to his word he continues riding you. You know it’s going to be a long night ahead of you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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