Totto Land was, in many ways, a paradise. You never lacked for things to eat, with the various islands providing any variety of cuisines for you to try. And as the wife of a Minister and Sweet Commander, nothing was barred to you. Whatever you or he might desire, you could have. All you need do was ask for it.
But, this unique and unrestricted freedom did have one downside.
Your husband's birthday was coming up, and given how big a celebration it always turned out to be--Big Mom wasted no opportunities to hold a party and indulge in sweets--you were out of ideas for what you could possibly give to him on his birthday. What were you supposed to gift to a man who had everything within his reach?
You knew he liked sweets, but how could anything you made possibly stand up to the expertise and skill of the country's many chefs? What was one measly dessert when you were already expecting to eat the most delicious food available at your party? It left you in quite a predicament.
You brainstormed and worried for days. So much so that Cracker began to notice and question what was on your mind.
"Is something the matter?" He'd ask, cocking his head to the side as he catches you staring off into space for perhaps the 3rd time that morning.
"No, no." You'd wave off his concern, too proud and too embarrassed to admit that you were struggling so much over his own birthday gift. "I'm just a bit tired, is all. I'm alright."
He never questioned you further, though you suspected he knew something was up. But he trusted you enough not to pry if you truly didn't feel like discussing whatever it was on your mind. For that, you did appreciate him immensely.
After days of getting nowhere, you were about ready to give up entirely. You hated to disappoint him, but even the thought of a subpar gift was nearly as terrible as no gift at all. Oh, but he deserved something special, after all of his hard work protecting the country and taking such good care of you. He was a good husband. You wanted to be a good wife to him as well.
Maybe it was a bit of overindulgence in your favorite wine, or a unusually temperate afternoon, but a rise of neediness and mischievous thinking whispered their answer to your little problem. You couldn't help but bite your lip at the visions in your mind.
And as you sat there waiting for him to return from his duties that day, sipping on wine and stewing in seamy daydreams, you planned out his birthday surprise.
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The birthday party was enormous and, as expected, provided a truly dizzying variety of different foods to eat. Sometimes you wondered about how much of the food would go to waste--there was enough served at the gathering to serve the country two times over--but you supposed Big Mom would ensure that nothing was truly wasted at all.
Cracker sat beside you, reveling in the many gifts from his siblings and loyal subjects of the country. You couldn't help but be relieved that you hadn't elected to bake or cook him something yourself, seeing as a good majority of the gifts he received were of the food variety. Your would have gotten lost in the sea of cookie boxes and pie tins that piled up on the table beside you.
Cracker held you close during the festivities, placing small and sneaky kisses against your cheek or forehead when he got the chance. He was just as enthralled with you as he was the presents and well wishes he received over the course of the party. Was it possible to love him any more than you already did? It seemed so.
You could feel his curiosity grow as the night wore on and you still had shown no indication that you had a gift for him. You felt a little bad, for leading him on to think you'd gotten him nothing at all, so you leaned in close to his ear and whispered low so that only he could hear.
"My gift for you is something I can only give behind closed doors. You'll have to be patient. and wait for when we return home"
You felt a shiver down your spine at the sheer hunger in his gaze when he looked back at you after, giving your hip a tight and teasing squeeze underneath the table so no one else could see.
To say the rest of the celebration was thick with tension between you was an understatement. Every chance he got, Cracker would level that incredibly curious and seamy stare in your direction, wondering what sexy things you had in store for him.
He'd find little excuses to brush his fingers along your thigh, your shoulder, your hip, anywhere he could reach, really. And while from the outside they were innocent enough, the electricity underlaying each one proved it was anything but.
And finally, after hours of stewing in your own growing need and trying your best not to show it, the party came to a close. Cracker was unusually eager to see the both of you home, instructing his own biscuit soldiers to take care of the make gifts he'd received, and even going so far as to ask Brûlée to let them travel through the mirrors to your home.
The moment you stepped through the mirror into your own home's hallway, and saw that Brûlée had vanished from the reflection, he pounced. You keened in anticipation, letting him turn you in place so he could capture your lips in a rushed kiss.
All the while, he walks you backwards towards the bedroom. Luckily, no servants were around to witness the very beginning of what you hoped would be a long night.
"So darling," He rumbles in between kisses, "about that gift..."
You smile against his lips, feeling the press of the bedroom door at your back. His hands wander as he leans in close, snatching more kisses and preventing you from saying anything in reply. You manage to snake a hand down and turn the knob, allowing you both inside. You nearly stumble, but Cracker's hold on you is steady.
"Close the door." You command in a whimsical tone, fingers feeling up his exposed chest. God, you loved that he never seemed to wear a shirt...
He hums against your lips, and not a moment later the door closes with a distinct thud from behind him, leaving you both properly alone for the first time all day. You expect him to push you backwards onto the plush bed right behind you, but he doesn't. He stays firmly attached to your lips, savoring the feel of your body against his for now, waiting for you to take the lead.
You pull him back with you, and he goes without resistance, until the back of your legs hit the foot of the bed. You sit, finally pulling away from the kiss, and look up at Cracker as he stands before you.
He goes to unbuckle his pants, but you reach out and lay a hand over his, stopping him. "Not yet."
"Hnn." His grin widens and he does as you instruct, eyes roving over you as you lean back and slowly begin to undress from the outfit you'd worn to the party. It had looked good on you, but he much preferred you wearing nothing at all, you know.
Your top goes first, discarded somewhere on the floor, and your breasts are on full display for him. His gloved hands massage them slowly, surprisingly tender given how long you'd both been yearning to get to this point. You hum approvingly while continuing to undress, shimmying down your pants and panties before kicking them away entirely.
You're completely nude, and you stare up into your husband's face with unabashed lust. His pants have a clear bulge, and you'll relieve him of it soon enough, but for now, it was time for his gift.
"I know I couldn't have cooked or baked anything that would compare to the other treats and sweets you received from the others," you say honestly, quickly holding up a finger when it was evident he was going to deny it, "and that's ok. So I figured...I'd give you a special dessert that no one else could."
You lay back, slowly opening your legs for him, revealing your most sensitive part for him to see. His eyes rivet immediately onto your throbbing entrance, already wet with need and desire. And the way he looks at you, the way his breath leaves him in a rush...you feel like combusting then and there. Could you cum, just from how visibly hard he wants you? You suspect yes.
Cracker wastes no time in dropping to his knees, licking his lips as he nears your cunt. You feel his hands grip beside your knees, pulling them that little bit wider so he could see you completely open for him.
Without further hesitation he licks a fast stripe up your slit, jolting all the nerves in your lower half at once. Your breath hitches at the sound of his unrestrained groan, and your toes curl when you feel his hot breath right there.
"My, my...you've prepared for me a feast." He mutters with a dark chuckle, shooting you an absolutely sinful look from between your legs before diving right back in.
You yelp, the intensity of his tongue delving into your heat electrifying. Your first instinct is to close your legs against the sudden pleasure but his firm hands keep them apart, fingers squeezing as he truly gets the full taste of your pussy.
His face presses closer, nose pressing and rubbing against the very tip of your clit and sending spark through your nerves. Each moan that echoes around the bedroom seems to only spur him on, makes him want to see you absolutely wrecked from just his mouth alone. And by god, he will. He'll pull every last shred of pleasure from you and make you feel it.
His hums send the most crushing vibrations through your cunt, making your fingers scrabble in the bed comforter for some sort of purchase, for something to keep you grounded. But it's not enough and your back arches off the bed, eagerly wanting more and yet needing relief from the high-strung feeling in your core. Fuck, fuck! This was so good, so much...
Cracker seemed to stop paying attention to holding your legs apart, because after a particularly sharp spike of pleasure that shoots through your cunt, you manage to close your legs around his head, trapping him right where he was and pulling him in even closer if it were at all possible.
His tongue plunges deeper, pushing past your slit to lick up all of the juices you had for him. You're water to a dying man, and he drinks his fill, relishing every lick. You squeeze your thighs, feeling that coil of pleasure tighten. And Cracker senses it too, retracting his tongue just enough to give your clit fast and light. Over and over, in the perfect spot to have you squirming and keening and panting in preparation as your muscles contracted and-
You shiver as your orgasm hits, back off the bed and mouth agape in ragged moans. Cracker's name streams from your lips over and over, interrupted only by the broken and mindless cursing in between.
As you come down, your legs slowly release his head and drop to rest against his shoulders. You feel weak, spent, completely drained. And yet Cracker makes sure not to miss anything as he laps up the juices of your finish, riding you through each wave until it subsides enough to think straight.
Only then does he pull away, face wet and lit up with a satisfied smile. You can only gaze at him from where you lay on the bed, chest rising and falling with your fast and deep breaths.
"Happy birthday..." You manage to mutter, and he gives a chuckle, lifting himself to lean over you.
"Your gift trumps all other, by far." His kiss to your lips tastes like you, but he pulls back a moment later. "Now, let me return the favor somehow..."
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