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sweet tooth

sweet tooth - celia lede x chubby f!reader

cw: MDNI!! mentions of celia being obsessive over her weight + fem chubby!captive, implied age gap (if you squint), feederism, force feeding, canon typical violence (kidnapping, celia threatens you with a gun sometimes <3), drugging, noncon/dubcon, spoilers in tags lol.

summary: celia doesn't allow herself the simple pleasures of life, but she doesn't need to when she has you. (~1.426K words)

a/n: kinda proof-read but i also wrote this in the dead of night so i can’t guarantee it’s any good. more of a drabble than a fic. i just. . need to get this out of my system. i sincerely apologize. - iO 

celia with a chubby captive would be such an interesting dynamic 🥺 she spends so much time putting in the work to reach the top, making sure her body, her weight is in check because she knows in her male dominated work environment her body is worth something if it's considered 'appealing'. so when she sees you being auctioned, she knows she has to have you.

you're just so. . soft. your features round, eyes all scared and innocent, shining with unshed tears. she can see you shaking, your voice wavering and cracking as you answer questions that, no doubt, confuse you even more. her eyes roam the curves of your body, fully exposed for all the buyers to see. you're her complete opposite and instead of the plan - taking her frustrations out on you - she finds herself living out her fantasies through you.

she brings you sweets of every kind, chocolate, jam filled donuts, and flaky pastries with glaze. celia sits behind the desk, kicks her feet up, and watches you eat every treat like a hawk. she watches your content expression, happily munching away after being left with little to nothing to eat while she was busy babysitting imbeciles at the office. there's crumbs and powdered sugar in the corner of your mouth. celia finds herself licking her lips, almost tasting the tooth aching sweetness at the edge of your cute little mouth.

when she starts to see you struggle - your shiny, frightened eyes meeting hers, silently begging for permission to stop - she has to scoot away from the desk and press her thighs together in an attempt to soothe the spike of arousal that soars between her thighs.

you're at her complete mercy and don't dare complain when she says, "just another one. you can do it."

that another one turns into another one. then another one. then another one. and if you do complain, she has no qualms about pointing her gun between your brows. after all, if you're not a good little pet, there's really no reason to keep you.

but you do finish, somehow, you almost always do. and she's so so proud of you. . if anything, she's even a little impressed! she pats your head and purrs, "good girl." and you just soak it up don’t you? practically melting at her feet when she praises you. it’s rare. . but when you do. . you feel butterflies in your tummy.

but if there’s one thing about celia, it's that she can never have enough of a good thing. 

she guesses that’s why she restricts herself so much. 

she starts coming over more often, needing her fix of your cute face as you await her instruction and hang on to her every word.

every other day, she pushes you a little further.

it's not just sweets - even dogs don't survive off of crap for long - often times she feeds you things she wants to eat but thinks she can't. takeout, stacked, fatty burgers, pasta, and the greasiest fried chicken she can find. 

she makes you eat until you're at the brink of tears.

sometimes, she takes pity on you. sometimes, just one more bite, is really one more bite. and she even feeds it to you!

when she hand feeds you a fry - after you almost break down over not being able to handle a bite more - and your soft lips graze her fingertips, celia knows she has to have more of you. 

just watching isn’t enough to satiate the hunger she has for you. 

so the next time she brings you food, she makes sure to slip a little something extra in! and really, it's not like you need any convincing. not when all celia has to do is point the gun at you. you're so completely at her mercy it makes her melt.

but no, she doesn't exactly feel like terrorizing you into it. it's so much more rewarding to watch you eat and slowly get warmer, tugging at the collar of your long sleeve and squeezing your thighs together as the aphrodisiac starts to work its magic. by the end of five minutes, you can hardly hold your spoon, shaking and mewling, a flush all over your face as you complain about feeling weird.

celia, always so calm and collected, all she does is coo and cup your face. her hands feel so cold and nice against your heated flesh that you can't help but nuzzle further into her soft hands.

and watching you, so eager and inviting, how could she ever deny you?

her hands are everywhere in a matter of seconds. she gently caresses your neck, your chest, then further down, kneading your thighs, and finally travelling up underneath your clothes. her hands possessively grope over your stomach, sliding past your belly and massaging the soft curve of your waist like she's trying to mould you. her perfectly manicured nails, always filed into points, rake over your ribcage, and she has to snap at you, "be patient" when your hips won't stop trying to hump her like some dumb dog.

it's enough she has to hear you whining all high pitched and needy. . she starts to realise you’re beginning to influence her behavior. . because she finds she's become just as impatient as you are.

it's not long until celia reaches what she's wanted to touch since the very first time she laid eyes on you.

she's denied herself far too long.

her hands greedily paw at your breasts, tugging at your nipples and whispering into your ear how nice your tits feel. how needy you are just from a little teasing. how good you are for her. how you must be so hot, as she tugs the fabric of your shirt, and coos, "let's get this off you~."

your shirt goes over your head and she lays you on your back. her hands grope and massage your tits until your nipples harden, and when they do, she leans down and bites them. your squeal only encourages her, as she closes her lips around the hardened buds and hollows her cheeks just to hear you make those little sounds she loves so much.

when she pulls back, she licks her lips and smudges the cherry red lipstick stains left around your areolas.

when your hands start to paw at her, celia bats you off and goes to straddle your chest and. . what a coincidence, really, when you look up her skirt and she's not wearing any panties.

your mouth waters at the slick sight of her, at the smell of her. she smells better than anything you've ever eaten. 

with shaky hands, she hikes her skirt up until it’s out of the way, tangles her hands into your hair and straddles your face, her own blush matching yours before she sinks down.

you meet her halfway with your tongue. 

while riding your face, celia finally lets herself indulge. 

her moans aren't high pitched and fake, she's not performing when your tongue snakes into her and presses against the gummy insides of her pussy.

she doesn't have to look like a supermodel to appease some man who can't even bother to get her off. so she allows herself to sweat and her eyes to roll and cross. she allows herself to snarl and sneer and hump her cunt against your mouth like she's in heat, because you're not harold. you're you, desperate, subservient, hungry, and. . surprisingly good with your mouth.

you have her thighs shaking on either side of your head in no time. she twitches, bucks her hips, and whines like a virgin who's never had the hot, slick caress of a tongue on their cunt before.

when she fists your hair with two hands, angles her hips down, and your lips wrap around her swollen clit and suck like you're nursing from her, she has to muffle a scream by biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

and gushing slick, panting above you, it still isn't enough. her hips roll in tiny, jerky circles, allowing your tongue to torture her a while further. maybe you'll wring around orgasm out of her. 

god knows you're the only one who can make it happen nowadays.

you moan underneath her in absolute glee when her hands yank your hair and further smother you between her thighs.

a dopey smile spreads across her face.

you've turned her into a glutton.