#strrade x reader

[hiskillingjar]

Body Worship (Strade/MC)

day 29: body worship second person. cw for general discussion of weight/body image, but very VERY positive context

"Do we have any more of that cheesecake you made?"

Strade mused, idly picking his teeth as he stood in front of the refrigerator, inspecting the contents with a scrutinous gaze. 

He'd only just eaten dinner, relaxing into the evening (evidenced by his lazily unbuttoned overshirt and general drowsy demeanor), but was clearly eager for something else to sate his hunger.

Whatever hunger which might have been left over from a big dinner, anyway.

"Hm?" You glanced up from your book, something in German that you were trying to understand (you swore it was getting better, despite how much Strade teased your bad pronunciation), sitting up in your tall seat at the kitchen island, crossing and uncrossing your ankles as you swung your legs underneath it. "Oh, uh, I'm not sure. It might be on the top shelf if it's anywhere. Or Ren finished it off when he stopped streaming earlier."

"He better not have, I was saving it." He murmured through the side of his mouth, sifting through the fridge. "Hmm...ah, here we are!" He said triumphantly with a smile, pulling out a metal pan and setting it on the kitchen island as he looked for a plate and cutlery to eat the rest of the dessert. 

There was still a quarter of the cake left, topped off with a thick swirl of whipped cream, a spoonful of tinner cherries, and oozing cherry red syrup that trickled over the white cream and whipped topping. Captivity gave you a lot of time to pursue some of your abandoned hobbies, whether that be reading, writing, or scratching the one or two sadistic inclinations you had. Baking had been one of them though, and your 'housemates' seemed to enjoy your new hobby almost as much as you did.

At least, Strade's slightly bigger trouser size showed you how much he enjoyed it.

"Now, do I be nice and leave half for Ren?" Strade mused as he set the plate down next to the pan and idly tapped the teaspoon against his bottom lip. "Or do I finish it off myself?"

"I mean, I wouldn't put it past you to finish it," You replied with a little shrug and a slight smirk, shaking your head. "But I can make something else this weekend if you go on a grocery run, so he won't complain about missing out on sweets." Strade didn't need any more convincing as he scooped the thick slice of cake from the pan and set it on his plate. "Maybe a Black Forest cake? I still have some cherries left."

"Very tempting," He hummed with an indulgent smile, cutting off a hunk of the cheesecake with the edge of his spoon and taking a big bite. He moaned softly, lowly, at the very back of his throat, letting out a long sigh through his nose as his eyes slid shut and he lowered his fist to the counter a few times, telling you without words how good he thought the cheesecake was. "Mmm...that's delicious." He raised the spoon to his lips again to lick off the whipped cream. "You've really been outdoing yourself lately, liebling . You'd make a fantastic housewife~"

You let out a huff and rolled your eyes as he snickered away, crossing your arms over your chest, though you couldn't help a little smile coming to your flushed face at the pseudo-compliment.

"I guess I'll have to make that Black Forest cake then..." You murmured, eyes shyly flitting back down to your book as he continued to eat, ever indulgent in his moans and groans.

"Oooh, don't tempt me, you little devil. I love Black Forest cake." He murmured around the spoon with a similar smirk, licking his lips as he pulled it back, his golden eyes admiring the clean metal. "Mm...although," He looked thoughtful as he brought the spoon to his lips again, teasing the edge with his teeth. "I have put on some weight lately," He then said with a huff, leaning against the island. "Maybe I should work out...or stop eating all of your sweets."

He contradicted himself quickly by taking another bite of cake though, which made you chuckle and shake your head again.

"I mean, I think it looks good on you," You murmured with a slight smile, keeping your eyes down on your book, not quite wanting to meet his gaze just yet as you read and reread the same line a few times. "A little more meat to your bones...it suits you."

You weren't lying either. 

In the years of knowing Strade and seeing him pack on a few pounds since he'd stopped working on the streams in such a hands-on way, leaving that responsibility to Ren, you had found that you sort of liked the weight gain. 

You admired the roll of tan, hair-fuzzed fat that fell over his (smaller) trouser waistband before he had sized up. You liked the way his shirt was slowly pulling tighter and tighter over his soft chest, the buttons straining just to contain him. You enjoyed the way his face had softened a little, looking rounder, his wrinkles becoming less pronounced despite getting older alongside you.

Interrupting your train of thought with a soft clatter of metal against porcelain, Strade raised a dark brow towards you, almost willing you to continue.

"And what do you mean by that?" He asked, tilting his head and taking another bite of the cake.

"Ah...w-well," You stammered nervously, reaching up to idly scratch your neck. "I just think you look good a little heavier. More filled up, more commanding. And, like, really handsome." You murmured the final words, as your cheeks flushed darker and your eyes flitted to the side shyly, still not daring to meet his gaze.

"Aw...how sweet," Strade raised both brows with an amused chuckle, finishing off the slice of cake and pushing aside the plate as he crossed his thick arms over his chest, leaning on the counter, his back bent as he idly swept crumbs and cream from his bottom lip with his thumb. "You think I'm handsome, do you?"

"I mean...that's obvious, isn't it?" You replied, your voice still just as soft as your eyes followed his thumb as he raised it to his lips again, and sucked it clean. 

"Is it?" He cocked his head inquisitively with a broader smile. "How about you show me how handsome you think I am?"

"Huh?" You glanced up, swallowing a little tightly. "Show you?"

"Show me," He said again with an easy shrug, before standing up straight again and pacing closer towards you, one hip resting on the marble counter. "Show me how handsome you think I am, liebling ...in a way I know you can."

You gulped again, idly gnawing your lip, though you didn't hesitate for long before you slid off of the tall, kitchen island stool and sank down to your knees in front of Strade. Nervously, your hands shaking slightly as you moved them, you bracketed your palms on Strade's full hips, gently resting them on each side before slowly beginning to move them down his legs, down his soft thighs, and spanning around them, almost groping the soft (and yet firm, muscled, demonstrating his strength and stability) flesh underneath.

"Mm," Strade let out a soft grunt, watching you as his golden eyes softened with lust (crinkling in the corner), hungrily taking in every inch of your trembling body as it kneeled before his, demonstrating your submission and subservience to him. 

There was, no doubt, a hint of desperation in your eyes when you looked up at him, noticing the hunger and lust in his eyes when they met yours and twitched, playfully, like he was testing you. Swallowing again, you leaned forward on your knees, your breathing picking up as you pressed your cheek against the soft cushion of his belly, feeling his warmth, his humanity, enough to make you tremble.

Strade let out a pleased growl, one hand sinking into your hair, tangling tight as it wrapped around his palm, as he reached down with the other to slowly unzip his trousers, slipping a hand into his boxers and squeezing his cock.

"Keep going," He murmured, petting your hair. "I know you can. I know you want to."

The feeling of being able to arouse Strade with little to no effort (at least, this felt like very little effort at this point, you were so far gone) made a tingle run through your spine, and you were eager to continue.

Taking both hands from his hips, you reached up to slowly unbutton the buttons at the bottom of his shirt, biting your lip as your gaze occasionally flitted forward to watch him jerk off, in front of your face, your waiting eyes, to your worship. 

Once the shirt was open, exposing his soft stomach, straining beneath his tight black undershirt (which was riding up, almost pornographically), you found that you were almost salivating just looking at him, in all of his glory, which made him laugh, low and charming and so unbearably attractive (and fuck him for being so attractive).

"I'd almost say 'my eyes are up here'," He commented with a salacious smirk, chiding your obvious arousal despite being so amused by it, tucking his trousers down so that he could pull out his hard, weeping cock, which you eagerly started to dote on with kisses and kitten licks (which he let you do, thankfully.) "But, ah, I really can't oppose to someone looking at me like that...it's pretty sexy. Makes me feel pretty powerful." He pulled your head back for a moment, narrowing his eyes as you strained in his grip. "Tell me, fraulein ...what's gotten you so excited, hm? Why do you like my body so much?"

"Mmm, I like it when you push me down...ah," You gasped softly as he tugged on your hair, desperately trying to yearn forward to lick and suckle on his cock. "I like how much bigger you are than me. I like how small you make me feel when you're on top of me."

"Oh...so you like it when I'm pressing against you. When you can feel my weight on top of you." Statements, not questions. "What is it, honey, are you just in love with my body?" He whispered hotly, as he rubbed his drooling cock against your cheek, smearing pre-cum down your skin and staining you with his sex.

"Yes, yes...I adore it..." You insisted, your breathing growing heavy and your eyes hungry as you looked up at him with something close to awe.

"Mmm~" He groaned, smiling down at you like a predator looking down at willing prey. "Say it again for me...say that you love my body. Say that you love that it's so big and heavy. Tell me how much you adore it."

"I love your body," You said, your eyes widening with feral hunger as you keened against his grip on your hair, wanting to be even closer, as much as he would let you. "I love how big you are, how heavy you are...it's so fucking sexy..."

"You're a few inches taller than me, you know? Or at least, you were." He replied with another laugh, before rolling his eyes and biting his lip, letting you keen forward to tongue the head of his cock, and grunting softly as the stimulation. "Mph...you want me to just...pin you down and press you against the mattress, eh? Throw you around like you're nothing? Make you feel tiny and submissive underneath me?" 

"Always," You said softly, your breath a little short, hot against his cock. "You know I always do...it's all I want."

"Well, since I'm so nice, I can do that for you, baby..." He crooned, running his tongue over his teeth. "You get to be all mine since you're so fucking eager for it."

"God, yes," You moaned a little desperately, pulling at his grip on your hair with a desperate whimper, fighting against him to taste his cock. "I want it, I want it, I want it..."

"Go on then. Take my cock, like the good girl I know you are..."

When he finally allowed you to lean in and take his cock in your mouth, you moaned deeply as you took it down, your eyes rolling backward in your head as he took your head in both hands and started to buck into your mouth.

With another low groan and a muttered string of words in German, he jutted his hips forward sharply, burying himself halfway down your throat. You groaned again at the familiar weight of his thick cock on your tongue, your nose buried against coarse dark pubic hair, as his belly slammed up against your face, making your breathing even more of a challenge.

But god, like you fucking cared.

This was probably as close to Heaven as you were ever going to get. You would take it, and you'd take it fucking happily.

You moaned and whined eagerly against him as soon as you were able to, a deep sound rumbling from the bottom of your chest as your entire body trembled against the cold kitchen floor.

With both hands now gripped tightly in your hair, pulling, making your scalp ache, Strade then pushed himself (somehow) deeper down your throat and you could feel your throat close tightly around his cock as he hit your gag reflex, your lips, your tongue convulsing underneath him as your body strained to accommodate him. You swallowed hard around him, just trying to get used to the intrusion and at that moment, even you could admit that you were struggling to breathe when he was pushing so deep.

You just did your best to move in time with his desperate, erratic thrusts, your eyes squeezed shut and tears leaking down your cheeks as more and more drool streamed down your chin, coating his cock and pooling down your chest, but making his constant thrusting a little easier on your poor jaw.

He fucked your face like it was a toy, a plaything, like you were only there to pleasure him. 

And you liked it that way, you always had, especially with him. 

You liked the brutal treatment, when he pushed so deeply down your throat that you almost started to retch around him, and you liked it, even more, when he didn't stop, when even your desperate gagging wasn't enough to put him off. 

You choked, your body spasmed plenty, but you never pulled away from him, and he never stopped. 

In a scenario like this, that almost felt like an achievement. 

You're not sure how you were supposed to feel when you felt his cum on your tongue, when you felt him pull your head back and force your mouth open to stare at the fluid on your tongue, drooling from your lips.

Strade smirked triumphantly, pleased to lay claim on you as he had done so many times before, running his thumb over your bottom lip before he brought it to his own lips, sucking a smear of cum from his skin.

"So sweet," He murmured, his own gaze as adoring as someone like him could be. "So good for me. You always are."