Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: cisfem
Character: Cracker
Vibe: NSFW Consensual
AU: Government Mandated Marriage AU
Prompt: Bath/Shower/Hot Spring

Summary: You've been matched with one of the more prominent members of the Big Mom's Big Sweets international candy corporation, and... you're not really sure how. No sense in worrying about it however, time to enjoy the vacation Mama sent you on!

Content Notes: open air bath, oral sex, fluffy

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You sat nervously in the hot springs, waiting for your soon-to-be husband to come join you.

The vacation had been decided by his mother. A way for the two of you to get to know one another without anyone else getting in the way. It was, perhaps, a bit much, you thought, but the sentiment was appreciated.

Several years ago the new world government had instituted a mandatory marriage system, to combat declining birthrates and failing population counts. People were getting married less and having fewer children, and so here you were - effectively nobody important, matched to one of the sons of one of the wealthiest CEOs in the entire world.

Big Mom's Big Sweets were a world-wide business, and there were rumors that she'd had most of her children in order to ensure that they were able to keep the business in the family regardless of how successful it became.

Cracker might have been the 15th child born of 80 or so, but he was fairly high up in the company, and almost as well-known as his sister Smoothie and the current assumed heir apparent, Katakuri. He was more comfortable in front of a camera than his siblings and that's how you'd known a bit about him even before the MatchBook had arrived at your home.

It still seemed like some sort of error. You weren't anyone in particular. No notable heritage, and your family was only wealthy in the middling sense. You had a decent education and a stable life, but almost all of Linlin's children were married to other heavy hitters.

There were rumors that she was controlling the match making process to some extent to force it to work out that way.

You sigh. Maybe you were here right now as a means of dissuading those rumors.

It'd been three weeks and she hadn't demanded a Rematch, and neither had Cracker. He seemed genuinely happy with the arrangement, and you weren't uncomfortable around him. His family and his wealth were intimidating, but he was, as you had quickly learned, surprisingly sweet.

He'd gone out of his way to help you feel comfortable, and even now he had let you get ready for the springs on your own, the moment you'd hesitated about it.

You heard the paper door slide open, and Cracker stood there with his hair down, a towel wrapped around his waist. You'd seen him with his hair down before now, but not while also practically naked. He was well-built, lithe, but solid, and the long locks cascaded down over his shoulders so neatly.

"How is it?" He questions, coming over to join you.

"Very warm, but not uncomfortably hot." You reply, an easy smile on your face. You hope you can blame the hot springs if your face starts to turn red.

He's... unfairly hot like this.

"Good," he steps into the spring, coming close enough to talk comfortably with you, but staying far enough away to avoid making you uncomfortable. "Sorry about Mama," he says with a sigh, draping his arms over the rocks and shifting as the water relaxes him. "She can be wildly stubborn about stuff like this, it's best to just make the most of it."

"Oh, no, it's... it's fine." You assure him. Your smile's a little nervous as he looks over at you, but you shake your head. "I haven't been on vacation in years, I was overdue, and this is... it is nice."

Cracker smiles, the expression putting a twinkle in his eyes. "All the better then." He leans back, looking up at the stars, and letting himself melt in the hot water.

There's idle chatter between the two of you. He complains about his mother a little, and promises he won't let her hold you to any weird standards or stresses. He asks about what kind of wedding you want, so that he can push back on details with her in your place, and eventually a staffer arrives and provides you both with something to drink and snacks.

"Chilled sake and sushi." Cracker's brows furrow. "Booze and hot springs don't mix. They should've brought us iced tea - ah." He waves a card between his fingers and you move closer to him to take it. It's a card from Mama, explaining that the extras are part of the gift.

"We can have it when we get out then." You say putting the card back on the tray. Your gaze shifts from the tray to Cracker.

Wet. Naked. Close.

The steam's made his skin shiny, and his hair's sticking to his frame, and the sweet smell of the sake.

You reach out without really thinking, and brush his hair aside, finger drawing a line along his collarbone. His skin shifts as he swallows and you look up at him. Your heart beats faster in your chest, but you shift and move a little closer, letting your other fingers press against his chest until the palm of your hand is flat against his skin.

"Sorry," you say softly, even though you don't back away.

A smile tugs at his lips. "S'alright."

"You're... very handsome... like this." You admit, gaze shifting down to his lips. Your tongue slips over your own and you can hear the water ruffle as he tenses.

"I... the scar..." He mutters.

You wouldn't have guessed that it bothered him, considering how self-assured and in control he always seemed to be. Especially in front of the camera.

"Is it wrong, to say that it makes you more handsome?" You question, your gaze shifting from his lips back up to his eyes.

"... Not at all." He lets his arms come down into the water, and you could feel his fingers press against the towel as he rested his hands on your waist.

"I want to do more than kiss you." You admit, feeling heat flush your body for the first time despite all the time you'd been sitting in the springs.

"I think that's what the booze was for." Cracker grins, still guiding you closer.

"Then, we'd be doing what your mother wanted." You point out.

"That we would," he sighs, the smile growing wider, hands firm against your waist.

"... Just this once then?" You question, lips moving closer to his.

"Just this once." He agrees, tilting his head as you lean down and kiss him.

You let your body rest against his as he explores your mouth slowly. Lips pressing heavy against you, tongue slipping over them, just barely putting on pressure, wanting access to something more, but not pushing you for it.

When your lips part sweetly for him he tugs on the towel wrapped around you, and you pull the cloth ties holding it closed, leaving him to pull it free and throw it over the tray of food and booze neither of you care about right now.

Hands against your back steady you as he leans into the kisses, as he leans into you. Hungry lips move away from yours tracing along your jaw, trailing down the curve of your face to the turn of your neck. He moves you both deeper into the springs, away from the doors and any more possible interruptions. Lifting you up on the far edge of the rocky pool, you gasp at the cool air against your wet skin.

"Cold!" You shiver as he spreads your legs, still in the deep warm water himself.

"You won't be." He promises, one hand bracing you and leaning you back as he licks against the insides of your thighs, shifting your shivering gasps into a trembling quiver of a different kind.

He wastes little time, plunging his mouth into your pussy, and devouring you. Wet and hungry his tongue flicks against your clit, before lapping at your labia as his thumb rolls against your clit sending jolts and warmth through you. You're cold still, but not nearly as bothered by it as your body begins to warm from the pleasure he's giving you.

Your fingers weave into his wet hair and he hums against your body. The deep vibration makes your body curl and you sigh pleasure into the air.

His hands move over your body, teasing your breasts, warming your back. You aren't sure which he's more desperate for, the sweet slick of your cunt, or the soft feel of your skin. But the firm touch becomes drier and warmer as he continues, and after a few long, delicious minutes, you no longer feel cold.

All your shivering is from the pleasure building between your thighs. Every sweet sound that drips from your lips spurs him on. You're sure his jaw has to be getting tired, but just as you're ready to ask he pushes his tongue deep inside your pussy.

Putting your hands over your mouth, you throw your head back and nearly scream as his tongue fucks into you. He has enough of a grip on you that you can't squirm away as the pleasure builds, his breath hot against your slick.

He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you tightly against his face as he slides you off the edge and back into the water. A harried squeak of surprise turns into a deep, satisfied, moan as your eyes roll back in pleasure. The warmth of the water making the orgasm stain your muscles and skin instead of making your body tense and shiver as he carries you through it from beneath the water.

Hazy and panting for air, a little loopy from the deep orgasm relaxing you, you smile at Cracker as he comes back up for hair. There's a big, satisfied grin on his face as he leans in and kisses you.

"All the best sweets are even better wet."