I Wanna Feed Him Chocolate Cake - Tumblr Posts
peter being a foodie w reader is so skdkskcskfksk
Chocolate Cake to go🍴💋
CW: MINORS DNI, xAFAB!reader, mention of food consciousness, suggestive smut (making out, touching, breast play)
A/N: quick something for my Peter B. babes 🫶🏽
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When you have dinner dates with your boyfriend Peter B., he always orders appetizers and dessert.
"Isn't that expensive?" You raised an eyebrow as you look at him, sitting across the table from you at his favorite all-American sports grill.
It was one of those date nights where you both threw on your comfy matching sweatpants and hoodies set on a mission to be the most indulgent foodies possible.
You felt so at home with him. Most men you've dated made you feel guilty for wanting to splurge or you felt pressure to keep up those walls and appear modest when it came to eating a bunch of food. But no, not Peter. You tell him you're craving something and his answer will always be, "Why are we not in the car on the way to get that right NOW?"
Besides, those soft curves of yours drove him absolutely fucking wild and gave him something cushy to hold onto at night when he had you moaning underneath him.
And tonight, in the buzzing restaurant, he was salivating as he was bouncing between the wings and the mozzarella sticks.
"I don't care honey, get whatever you like. It's always on me anyway," he'd say with that adorable dimpled grin.
And you could fully expect his fork to be reaching across, stealing bites of whatever you ordered regardless.
"Hey!"
"Mmmm, thanks baby, good taste." He'd say with a wink.
And after a couple fruity lemonades, mozzarella sticks, wings with ranch, loaded fries, bacon burger, house salad, and macaroni and cheese later, it was looking like the triple chocolate fudge dessert would need to be taken to go.
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After passing out from cuddles and a slow, tender makeout session, you wake up to Peter gently massaging your shoulder and pulsing little kisses across your forehead and eyelids, his body still partially on top of yours, the hour somewhere around 2 am, TV still playing whatever show you two were watching together before you fell asleep.
"Wanna share that chocolate cake?"
And you ended the night, sharing the rich dessert in bed together, chuckling when some of the fudge sauce smeared his lip, before you generously offered to clean it up for him, giggling when you took his chin in your fingers, teasing your tongue along his bottom lip making him shiver and melt against you when he closed his eyes and eagerly parted them, inviting you to collect some more of that sweet lingering taste in his mouth.
You panted softly against his lips while he laid you back on his pillows, kissing you so achingly slow and swirling his tongue against yours, kneading your breasts and humping his growing bulge against your throbbing pussy, groaning at the contact.
He gently rolls and tweaks your budding nipples in his fingers until your back arches and you're both scrambling to tear the clothes off each other.
Now, the cake sat on the nightstand abandoned temporarily with the two forks as Peter indulged in a much more tempting dessert of his own.
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