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Tiefling Boyfriend: Leary (complete)
🕑 Added 2021-06-19 19:00:03 +0000 UTC
Female Human x Male Monster Narrator (both cis)
When I took a job as a waiter, I was hoping to learn about the kitchen, because I wanted to be a chef. Instead, I learned that being a waiter was like working retail but with more steps. If I didn’t have bills, I would have quit a long time ago. Tips are usually good, but aside from those and free food the work is draining.
On my days off I’m usually holed up in my apartment, undressed, unwashed, and slouched on the sofa, or over the stove where I am practicing. I still want to be a chef, even after everything I’ve gone through. I love to cook, and maybe one day I can have my own little food truck or cafe, nothing grand like the place I work at. After working there, the idea of having a big restaurant has lost its appeal. Besides, the things I like to cook would be better in the small, outdoor kind of place anyway.
Whatever I cook, I usually leave for my roommate, or at least I think I still have a roommate. We work such opposite hours that I rarely ever see him. I like to pretend my apartment is haunted, and the ghost is eating the food and leaving me uplifting notes on the fridge. I miss having someone to talk to who isn’t part of the restaurant scene.
Tonight the restaurant is a little slow, so I’m not running around as much. I have a few tables, and I’m trying to pay as much attention to them as possible so the tips will make up for the lack of seats filled. One such table looks to be a first date. First dates are pretty easy to gauge, because one or both parties are usually nervous, one person often does all the talking, and there are long, awkward silences.
This date is one of the most one-sided I’ve ever seen. You look so nervous, like you’re trying to disarm a bomb. Your hair is done so nicely, your makeup is impeccable, and you’re wearing a really lovely dress. The guy you’re with has done nothing but talk all evening the flapping of his mouth diminishes his good looks. When I take your order, you’re getting ready to order the bisque, but he interjects and says something that will never fail to repulse me. “I think you should have the salad. Don’t you think that’s better for you?”
The look on your face is enough. You agree to the salad, but your look of disappointment doesn’t fade. If anything, it only gets worse as the date goes on. Every time I go to the table to check on you, your date is talking sideways out of his mouth about you. The needling comments annoy me, so I can’t imagine what they’re doing to you. “You really have a pretty face, you know? Your grandmother was so right about that. If you lost some weight, you’d be unstoppable.” That makes my blood curdle. I was pretty chubby in my youth, and the amount of times that was said to me made me want to remain chubby. It isn’t his right to comment on such things.
“I don’t have an issue with big girls. I think they’re great.” I don’t have an issue with my foot up his ass, but he might. Your smile at him is painful. You’re putting up with this so well, but you don’t need to!
“If you dyed your hair you wouldn’t look so frumpy.”
What the fuck? I’ve had enough. When I go to fill his wine glass, I knock it over ‘accidentally’. It’s not a skill I like to boast about, and I rarely ever have to use it, but sometimes you deal with a diner who is so vile they deserve a stained lap. The glass falls directly onto his chest, and he shouts and stands up, looking at me like I’m the most reprehensible thing on the planet. Maybe I am, but I still feel higher than him. “You stupid…” He scoffs and tries to wipe himself dry. “What the hell are you doing?”
“So sorry, sir! It was an accident. I’ll clean up here if you want to go to the bathroom.” I point towards the back. I don’t make it a point to lie often, but the situation called for it.
He slams down the napkin on the table. “I’ll see your manager when I get back.”
I make a face at his back, then quickly turn to you. “Would you like to run away?”
Your eyes widen and you pout slightly. “Excuse me?”
“Now is your chance to run,” I whisper. “There’s a line for the bathroom, so he’ll be busy for a while.”
Your expression shifts from surprise to fear. “He’s my ride, though.”
I don’t think I could stand thinking about him taking you home. “I’ll take you home,” I offer. Then I extend my hand. “I’m Leary.”
You take my hand, shaking gently. “I remember,” you say with a small smile. Then you introduce yourself. “Please, don’t worry about it.”
“I’m going to worry. You look miserable, and you have since you walked in. No offense if you like this guy…”
“I don’t,” you interject quickly. “My grandmother set us up. She likes him.”
“Then there is no reason to be polite,” I say with a smile. “I can get someone to cover for me, since it’s slow.”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” you answer quietly. “It’ll be fine. I’ll go home and never have to call him again.”
I can’t help but frown. The way this guy has gone on tonight, leaving him alone with you makes me worry. “You look too nice to waste the evening on him. Just letting you know that.” I finish cleaning up the table. “Time is precious, so don’t let him squander it.”
Your cheeks become rosy and you smile shyly up at me. “Thank you.”
I smile warmly in return. “You deserve to hear it. Don’t thank me.”
You glance back towards the bathrooms. “Maybe you should get your manager, so he won’t be so upset when he comes back.”
My grin grows. “Not to worry. I’m the manager tonight.”
You bite down on your lip to keep from giggling. I wink at you. “I’ll be right back with your complimentary dessert.” I go back to the kitchen with the dirty dishes and the towels I used to mop up the wine and plate two desserts, rolling my eyes already at what your date will say. But I’m prepared, and if he dares to cause any more trouble, I have backup, because the owner is the chef as well as my friend.
“Here you are.” I lay down the plates on the table. The jerk hasn’t returned yet, but I can hear the bathroom door slam open as I place the decadent cheesecake before you.
“My favorite!” you say excitedly. I know a salad isn’t the most filling dinner, so I can tell you’re excited for something else
“It’s not much, but it’s the best I can…”
“No,” the jerk huffs as he storms up upon the table. “Take those away.”
I look at you, then back at him. “They’re complimentary, though.”
“She doesn’t need cheesecake,” he sniffs. “I want to see the manager.”
I nod. “That’s me.”
The guy looks flustered for the briefest of seconds, then starts to laugh. “I know this scam. I’ve seen the memes. Seriously, I want to talk to whoever’s in charge.”
“That’s me,” I say again. “And I’m giving you complimentary dessert.”
“She doesn’t need cheesecake,” he repeats.
“No one does, it’s dessert. It’s just nice.” I’m ready to throw hands with this boy. I bite my tongue to keep composure. “If you want something else, I’ll get you something else.”
“Don’t you have anything with fruit for her?”
I place a fork near her. “There’s more raspberries on the plate than cheesecake.”
Your date scoffs and rolls his eyes. “We don’t want your pity desserts.”
“I want it,” you say shyly.
He barely looks at you. He’s still glaring at me. “We’re leaving. I’m not spending another second here.” He tugs at your arm. “Let’s go.”
“Ow!” you yelp.
He lets go of your arm. “Then get up.”
I move beside you. “Then go.”
Your date stares at me like I’m crazy, then just scoffs and leaves without another word. I make sure he’s gone, then tend to you. “Are you okay?” I ask gently.
You’re rubbing your arm where he grabbed you. “Yeah. I already had a scratch there, so that’s why I yelled. I accidentally ran into a cactus this morning.” You look near tears, but you smile anyway.
I sigh with relief. “Eat your dessert, and take your time. I’ll bring you some coffee if you like.”
You nod. “Just a small one, though. Thank you.”
Someone who saw the whole event pays for your half of the dinner, which was so nice. And since he stormed out without paying, that meant we could refuse him service later. A small win. I brought you coffee and offered to call you a car to take you home.
“Thank you Leary. You’ve been so nice,” you say as you get up to leave. “Is there any way I can repay you?”
I would ask for a date, but I don’t think that’s what you need right now. “I just wanted to help. I don’t need any sort of thanks.”
Your smile is so sweet, and when you touch my hand to give it a squeeze I can still smell the raspberries on you. You leave, and I think that’s the end of it. Maybe I’ll see you again one day, and maybe I won’t. But the next evening, I’m going over the schedule at the bar when, out of the corner of my eye, I see someone walk in. “I’ll be with you in just a second,” I say.
“That’s okay. I just wanted to stop in and thank you again.” It’s you, carrying a potted plant that has a big blue ribbon tied around it, and you look very pleased with yourself.
“Oh, hey,” I say in amazement. “It’s you again. How did you rnight go?”
“He’s been texting me a lot, but I’ve just been ignoring him.” You set the potted plant on the bar. “I wanted to thank you properly, so I brought you this. It’s an aloe plant.”
“Oh, thank you,” I pull the aloe closer to me. “I’ve been wanting to get a plant for the apartment.”
Your cheeks turn bright red. “The leaves reminded me of the shape of your ears. But it’s also easy to take care of!”
It’s so cute I can’t stand it. “Thank you,” I say again, unable to think of anything else. “You didn’t need to do this.”
“I wanted to, though. You were so nice last night.” You press your lips together tightly. “If you have any questions about taking care of it, I put the card for the nursery on the side. I… I also wrote my number on the back, if texting is easier.”
My eyes widen. “Oh! Okay, sure!”
“You’re probably busy. I’ll let you get back to work.” You turn at the door to wave. “Have a good evening!”
I quickly take the card and see your number written along the back. I place it into my pocket for safekeeping, then leave the aloe in the breakroom with my things. I want the night to be over with, not just because I have the day off tomorrow, but so I can send you a message. During a break, I put your number into my phone and send a quick message. “Hey, this is Leary, the waiter. Thanks for the aloe again. Should I put it in sunlight when I get home?”
“That’d be best, but aloe is pretty easy to take care of.” Your reply is swift.
“Okay, good to know.” I answer just as fast. “Is that creep still messaging you?”
“I blocked him, so I don’t know.”
“If he tries to cause any problems, tell me and I’ll help you out.”
“I don’t think he will, but thank you.”
Over the next few days, we text back and forth pretty regularly. You work at a nursery, so you often send me pictures of plants you’re working with during the day. I send you updates about the aloe, and I tell you about my dream of being a chef. You tell me your dream of eventually expanding the nursery and starting a honeybee sanctuary.
This goes on and on until one night, I work up the courage to ask you out. “I’m off next Thursday. I was wondering if you’d like to do something. Maybe go see a movie? Hang out? I’d really like to see you.”
“That would be great! I’m off, too. The nursery is closed on Thursdays, so I’m free all day. I’d like to see you too, Leary.”
I leap up excitedly. “Okay! Where would you like to meet up?”
“I need to do some grocery shopping. Maybe we could meet up after that at Monday Cafe.”
“I need to get a few things, too. Why not just meet at the grocery store?”
Usually you reply so fast, but this time I see the ellipses bob along for a while. Your reply eventually pops up. “Okay. Let’s say at nine? They have that little coffee stand inside, so we can meet there.”
“Okay, perfect! Can’t wait.” I really can’t, and my tail is wagging up a storm.
I head out the next morning, having gotten up early to fret over how to do my hair and what to wear. I settle on a red flannel shirt and jeans, since it’s supposed to be a touch chilly. And unusually, I leave my hair down. I haven’t had it down in ages and had forgotten how long it is. I set out, hoping to get to the coffee stand early so I can buy your drink, but to my surprise I find you there already with two cups in hand.
“I just guessed what you’d like.” You offer me the warm cup.
“You didn’t have to do that!” I protest. “I was going to.”
Your smile is cute. “I still feel like I owe you from saving me from that horrible date. Not to mention I’ve really enjoyed talking to you, Leary.”
I love hearing you say my name. “I’ve enjoyed talking to you too. It’s been a nice change of pace for me.”
We get to shopping, and you ask me about my choice of recipes and ingredients. “I’m not the best cook,” you admit. “Most of the time I just throw rice and a veggie into the rice cooker.”
“I like comfort foods. Things that make you feel warm and cozy when you eat them.” I inspect some bell peppers before throwing them into a bag. “I’d be happy to show you sometime.”
“I’d like that.” You walk along beside me as I push the cart. “I’ve been trying to eat healthier lately.”
“That’s good!”
“But the other night really just…” You stop and frown, gazing off into the distance. “I felt like I’d been doing so well. I was eating better. I was walking more. I felt confident, and then…”
I scoff. “I know. That jerk opened his mouth.”
“I like salads,” you mutter. “But I was going out, and I wanted something more than that. It was a treat, I thought.”
“You don’t have to explain to me. That jerk had no right talking to you the way he did.” I smile at you. “I think you’re adorable, no matter what.”
Your cheeks redden and you look aside with a sweet smile. “You’re pretty cute yourself.”
My tail flicks behind me. “You’re going to make me turn purple!”
“I like your hair down, by the way,” you say softly. “It’s pretty.”
“I can let you play with it, if you want,” I tease.
You giggle and playfully shove me. “Maybe.” You stand closer to me as we shop, something that makes me feel warm and excited.
After we leave the store, I help you unload groceries at your house. I don’t have much, so I keep my things in your fridge until we go to see the movie. Or at least, that’s the plan. We end up lingering at your place, you show me all your plants, and we talk on your veranda for a long time. We sit close together, and as a chilly wind blows I put my arm around you to keep you warm. We go quiet, and there’s a nervousness I recognize from the restaurant. It’s an excited and eager one where both have everything to say, but no idea how to begin.
“You smell nice,” you say quietly.
“Thanks, I bathed.” I instantly hate myself. I look down to see you smiling shyly. I want to kiss you, but I don’t want to overstep my bounds. Our eyes meet, and we’re both suddenly shy and so awkward. I lean in, and you close your eyes. Your lips are so warm, so soft, and your hand presses against my chest before slowly moving up to touch my face.
“Wow,” you breathe as we pull apart. “Your hair is really, really soft.”
I chuckle and kiss your cheek. “I buy expensive conditioner.”
You giggle and reach for another kiss, which I happily deliver. “I think we missed the movie,” you pant.
“That’s okay. There will be more. I like it here much better anyways.”
You snuggle back against my chest. “Me too.”
From then on I try to schedule every Thursday off so I can spend it with you. It doesn’t always work, but we often find ourselves at each other’s places. You stay up late some evenings so we can spend a couple of hours together, and I wake up early on some days so we can have breakfast before you go to work. It’s nice, having these moments together, even if they are too brief. We even trade keys, which is an exciting development for me.
One morning, I wake up as you crawl into bed with me. You're chilled from the outside, but you feel so good snuggled up beside me. “Good morning,” you coo sweetly.
“Good morning indeed.” I wrap my arms around you and kiss the top of your head. “I should go put on some pants.” I offer.
“It’s okay. I like your cute panties,” you tease as you kiss my cheek.
I kiss you back. “I just want to remain a gentleman, and I feel I can’t do that when you do see my panties.”
You shyly hide your face against my neck and hair. “What if I showed you mine?”
How dare you say something so provocative in such a sweet, adorable way? You want to kill me, don’t you? I breathe to calm myself. “Th-that’s all up to you, babe. If you want to, go ahead. If you don’t, I’m happy anyway.”
You sit up, pulling off your leggings then slowly, shyly, removing your dress. Your body is soft and plump, and your underwear matches. You must have been planning this! My heart stops beating, and my blood all rushes to my face. The soft seafoam green you’re wearing is my favorite color. You know this, too. Your skin is so soft against mine as you lie down beside me, nervous but proud of yourself. I touch you, running my long fingers over your skin. I remember how to breathe, and I take a deep one to center myself.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur. “You look amazing.”
“Not really. The bra sort of pinches.” You keep your face hidden, but your leg hooks around mine. Your skin is silky, and you’ve shaved and buttered up with coconut lotion.
“Would you rather I pinch?” I ask teasingly.
You giggle and finally peer up at me. “I wanted to spend a nice morning with you. But I know you’re working this evening, so…” Your thoughts trail off before you clear your throat to bring yourself back to them. “I know you need to sleep.”
I lie you down on your back and move on top of you. I kiss you and touch you, running my hands down your body. “I want you more.”
You gulp and turn your head to the side, allowing me access to the skin of your neck and shoulder. I lick there, and you whimper softly. I gently bite at your earlobe and a soft breath escapes your lips. “Look at me.” My lips brush against your ear. “Let me see your face.”
You move slowly, but your eyes focus on me. You blink rapidly for a moment, then place your hands upon my body. “Your skin is so beautiful. You’re like a sapphire.”
My hair falls off my back and cascades down. Your fingers tangle in it for a moment, gently tugging to pull me down for a kiss. It becomes hot and heavy, and I lose my breath a few times when your tongue touches mine. I want to make you feel the way I did. I want to make you feel divine. I look into your eyes and smooth your hair from your face. “I have a rather naughty idea,” I chuckle. “But I need your permission.”
You swallow hard and nod. “What is it?”
I press my lips to your ear again. “I want to eat you until you come.”
Your hands squeeze tight around my arms. “You don’t have to do that!”
I kiss your cheek and neck. “I want to though.”
You shiver and move your arms around me. Your fingers tickle at the back of my neck as you consider my offer. “I’ve never had that done to me before.”
I kiss you softly. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
You nod, then watch me as I slip down and carefully remove your panties, letting them dangle off one of your ankles. I smooth my hands up your legs, kneading them before I gently spread your thighs. You shiver, then relax. I kiss your thighs, your belly before I touch you directly. I rub your vulva with my long fingers, feeling a bit of wetness seep out to greet me. I press my tongue between the folds and your breath shudders. I look up at you, seeing your embarrassed but pleasured face looking down at me. You reach down, stroking my hair away from my face so you can see me better. I spread you open further with my fingers, finding your clit eager to be touched. My tongue presses against it, and your body jerks suddenly.
“Sorry,” you mewl. “It felt really strong.”
I chuckle and kiss it. “I’ll be gentle, then.” I lap up your slit, moving my tongue inside you before circling around your clit again. You moan and sigh, showing that what I’ve been doing is well-received. I kiss your clit again, tapping it gently with my tongue before I fasten my lips around it. You yelp and throw your head back, cupping one hand around your mouth while the other tugs at one of my horns. You don’t struggle or try to get away, so I keep going, applying suction.
“Leary! Leary!” you cry out.
I add my fingers, slipping two inside you, and feel your inner walls tremble and pulse around me. Your hips shake and your voice becomes a deep moan. I continue, suckling and moving my fingers. I moan against you, feeling your passion dripping around my knuckles. Your thighs tighten around me, trapping me and shaking me before you push my head back in desperation. “Stop! Stop!” you cry, ears in your eyes. Your body trembles, curling into a fetal position. You hiccup and whimper as I withdraw, licking your fluids from my lips and chin.
“Are you okay?” I gently ask. I brush your hair aside and kiss your shoulder.
“I’m still…” You lose your breath. “That was…”
I lie against your back, holding you until you uncurl. I stroke my hand down your leg, snuggling and kissing you, then reach between your thighs and cup your sensitive mound in my palm. You moan softly, biting your lip as I knead. “I’ve never come like that,” you sigh.
“I’m glad you did.” I kiss your shoulder. “I wanted you to.”
You roll over and kiss me. “What about you?”
“I’m plenty pleased right now,” I purr. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Could I, though?” you ask with a soft pout.
I smirk at you, enjoying the puppy eyes you’re giving me. “Not right now. Just enjoy yourself.”
You snuggle up against me. “I owe you big time,” you giggle.
“This isn’t about owing me. I don’t want you to feel that way. I did that because I wanted to make you feel good. It made me just as happy as you.”
You kiss me. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
I’m positively beaming the rest of the day, and nothing can knock me off my high horse. I’m tired when I get home, but all I can think about is how amazingly cute you were in the morning. I can still remember how you tasted and felt. But as I walk into my bedroom to change, I am greeted by candles and soft music. You’re sitting on my bed waiting for me, and when our eyes lock you drop the robe around you.
“Welcome home, Leary.”
“Oh, wow,” I breathe. I drop my bag on the ground and just look at you. “Oh, wow!”
You giggle and stand, coming over to me. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. I hope you don’t mind me here. I know you must be tired, but…”
I kiss you hungrily, and we fall onto the bed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you either,” I say between kisses. My clothes become disheveled, and your hands find bare skin. My belt hits the ground with a thud, and my tail waves behind me, letting you know just how excited I really am.
Your lips and mouth are so warm, and your hands feel so soft against my shaft. My mind is buzzing, excited and elated. Once I’m hard, I can barely stand it. I put on the condom, though I rush and fumble with my excitement. I move between your thighs again, feeling how soft you are with the most sensitive part of me.
“I want you, Leary,” you mewl, your fingers in my hair.
“I want you, too.” I kiss you as I enter you, plunging deep inside as you cling to me. I don’t know how I’ll make it. I want to succumb to your charm and wiles now. But somehow I find the stamina to make the night last.
The morning feels light and cool. My legs and hips are sore, but your warm body cures that. I kiss your hair and get up to make coffee, standing in the kitchen naked with a big smile on my face. Then my roommate comes out of his room, we lock eyes, and my bliss is gone for.
“Morning, Leary,” he says and strolls by. “Your girlfriend seems nice.”
“Thanks, Yuri,” I quickly use a placemat to cover myself. “Good to see you!”
He smirks. “Good to see you, buddy.” He grabs the packed food from the fridge. “Hope to see you again.” He strides out the door, and I feel miserable. I quickly take the coffee back to the bedroom, feeling better once I have you again.
“Good morning,” you yawn.
“Sleep well?” I place the warm coffee in your hands.
“Amazingly so,” you sigh. You give me a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you. This is nice.”
I smile, watching you as you sip your coffee. “I love you.” The words slip out so naturally it’s almost scary.
You look at me, almost terrified, but then you grin and tears well up. “I love you, too.” Even if my roommate caught me naked, this is still the best day of my life.
