#i fucking love croissants

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

melt

artwork credit: "Croissant au Beurre" by Julian Merrow-Smith

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

wordcount: ~960

summary: wine drunk and with fresh croissants from the bakery you're having French breakfast and sex with Dave

warnings: smut! reader is able bodied, no y/n, established relationship, pussy pronouns, French pet names (mon coeur=my heart, bébé=baby), food is involved but only inserted into the mouth, so kinda foodplay-ish, unprotected p in v, implied creampie (éclair, hehe), implied cum eating, wine drunk Dave dirty talking in pastry is a warning on its own, dm me if I missed any

a/n: I'm in France rn and eat my bodyweight in croissants. This stuff makes horny. Thanks @guiltyasdave for beta reading again. Sending croissants and baguettes your way 💛

divider: @saradika-graphics

Flaky. Smooth. Rich. Decadent. You rip off a piece of the croissant, put it onto your tongue and it melts.

“Is it that good?” Dave asks from beneath you, words slurred from the night at the beach and the two bottles of red.

“So good,” you hum, slowly reaching for the glass with homemade strawberry jam and twisting it open. “Getting croissants straight out of the oven before the bakery even opens? Best idea you ever had, Dave.”

His hands find your waist, then your hips and he adjusts you to his liking. The way you mold in his hands, like the sand you both dug your toes in all night. But you're warmer. Wetter.

“Gimme some,” he orders and you can't decide what exactly he wants some of. You place the glass with jam on his naked chest and dip one tip of the pastry into the smooth strawberry spread.

“Open wide for me, handsome,” you giggle as you repeat what he says to you so often.

His lips, stained from the wine, part, his tongue peeks out and his fingers dig into your skin when all you do is drag the croissant over his tongue and not let him have a bite.

He jerks his hips, letting you feel how hard he has already gotten for you just from you sitting on him.

“Let me have it.” Dave frowns and holds you in place while he grinds up against you, his cock trapped between your bodies.

You whimper each time his movements drag over your clit and you give in. The tip of the croissant, coated in the strawberry goodness slides into Dave's mouth and it melts on his tongue.

Nothing ever tasted better than this, he thinks, dipping his tip into your smooth sweetness.

“Gimme some,” you say, your mind hazy from the wine and the laughter tonight and from the need to feel filled with decadent, rich deliciousness.

He takes the croissant out of your fingers, dips it into the jam and holds it up to your face.

“Spread your lips, mon coeur.”

Your wine stained lips open for him and when the flaky dough slips into your mouth, his cock slips between your folds and into your heat. And you melt.

“Is it that good?” Dave's words are slurred from the wine and your whines, from the smooth and tight heat he slowly dips into and slides out again. In and out, each time a little deeper.

“So good,” you hum and lick the crumbs from your lips. Strawberry sweet, buttery, salty like the sea air. “So… so fucking good, Dave.”

You try to sink down fully, you need him whole, the tingling liquid feeling in your guts demands that you are stretched around him. But Dave won't let you.

“Let me have it,” you breathe softly with pleading eyes.

Dave drags the croissant along your lips, enjoying the way you mindlessly open your mouth for him.

“Manners, mon coeur,” he hums and his restraints slowly crumble like the pastry in his fingers.

“Please. S’il te plaît, Monsieur,” you whisper, your red wine colored tongue licking at the golden flakes.

“That's it.” His hips snap up, one solid harsh thrust filling you, knocking a moan out of your lungs and the jam off his chest. He doesn't care, he knows you'll be licking his skin clean, tipsy and hungry for him.

“Wake them up. Let them hear your… pretty… filthy… sounds.” Each word accentuated with a hard thrust, each thrust making you moan out loud and lewd.

You cunt clenches, now that she has what she wants and Dave grunts. He gathers jam with his thumb, rips off another piece of croissant and fills your mouth as well.

“French breakfast, mon coeur. Eat up.”

You do, suckling on his thumb, swallowing the dough, the sweetness, the tang off his skin, your tongue enveloping his finger, your pussy his cock.

Your mind is filled with Dave, your mouth is filled with Dave, your cunt is filled with Dave, your heart is filled—

“Are you good for me, a good girl? Let me fill you up?”

You nod your head in the rhythm in which he fucks up into you, moaning around his thumb, pulsing at the thought of Dave dripping out of you and into the French linen.

“Ever heard of an éclair?” He asks and leans up, his one hand cupping your ass and holding you up for him to keep pumping in and out of you. His rhythm changes from fluid to stuttering and he licks some golden flakes off your salty skin, nipping at your squished tit.

“Another pastry. Filled. Filled to the brim, mon coeur. Fucking love eating the filling out of them.”

His red wine mouth leaves a stain on your chest, somewhere over your heart, you think.

“Éclair?” He uses too many words, your mind is too hazy, all you know is his name and the heat melting your core. All you see is his sun kissed skin and his eyes. All you hear is his breathing and the squelching.

“Will turn you into my own little éclair. Eat the filling out of you, bébé,” he huffs with a wine heavy mind and strawberry-sticky skin. You look so beautiful, so utterly fucked and sated and you didn't even come for him yet. He'll make you come, with his face buried in your sweet pussy.

He grips your chin, his hips stuttering against you. You feel him grow harder, throbbing, ready. “Say it.”

“Fill me. Fill me up, please,” you whimper and watch amazed how his face contorts and his eyes roll back as he fills you with his salty sweetness, his smooth, decadent cum, you watch him as he melts into you.

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seconds

[chartreuxcatz]

SOBBING

WEEEEEEHHHHHHHEHEHHHHHHHHHH CROISSANT’S FRIENDS LOVE HER SO MUCH AND SHE CANT HANG OUT WITH THEM CUZ SHE’S BUSYYYYYYYYYY.

SHE HASN’T BEEN SHOWING UP TO THEIR MEET UUUUUUPS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

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I NEED TO KNOW FOR REAL

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