Code Geass - C.C x Reader

Summary: You are an ordinary delivery man out doing what you are supposed to do. Expect tonight, you receive a special form of payment by the mysterious green-haired beauty that lived at the large Britannian household.

A blowjob and sex...how you could possibly decline when an ass so good was in front of you? 

Author's Note: I have been sick for the past week so my ability to write has been slowed 😭 Full part is on Patreon!

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It was a hot Tuesday, and you were on your usual pizza delivery route when you pulled up to a huge home. It was borderline a mansion with three floors and a well-kept garden.

You knew this address well; it was something of a legend, in fact. The woman that lived in the house was known for being a regular customer. She didn't buy pizza once or twice a week; no, she bought pizza once or twice a day; and on most days, she paid upfront.

On other days, she did not. Rumours went around that the pizza delivery men were the ones that paid for her. Why? How? Well, the rumour alleged that the green-haired beauty had a unique way of paying for her pizzas. 

Strangely, according to a coworker, she had a boyfriend. This wasn't your first time here and during your last orders, you had handed the pizza off to a young black-haired teen that couldn't have been more Britannia even if he wanted to. He was like a prince. If you remembered correctly, his name was Lelouch.

Owning such a big house for someone so young didn't make sense. So logically, his father probably owned this house and C.C., his girlfriend, was staying over.

Although…that did open up some bad implications. You almost felt bad for the pretty boy.

Almost.

You rang the doorbell and waited. Already, your heart raced with anticipation. The door swung open to reveal the rumour of legend. A green-haired, golden eyed minx that eyed you up. Her long green hair flowed over her slender frame, and her green eyes sparkled with mischief. She wore a silk robe, loosely tied at the waist, revealing a hint of cleavage.

"Hello." 

You felt your cock twitch in your pants at the sound of her voice. C.C.. had a way of making a man's blood boil with desire. "Pizza is here," you said.

"Mm." C.C. looked you over again, arms crossed. The silk robe was honestly a slutty choice. "Come in, please."

You did as you were told and stepped into the cool interior of the mansion, the heavy door closing behind you.

"I don't have cash," C.C. said calmly. "Can I pay another way?" 

There it was. The special payment. The other payment.

Blood rushed down to your crotch. Curtly, you nodded. C.C. turned and walked, hips swaying. The robe clung tightly to her ass. C.C. was a slender beauty with nice small breasts and lovely curves. Young and erotic without having to be. The type of beauty that you would catch once at a mall and try not to look at.

Her long hair was green as grass and hung over her lovely, heart-shaped ass, bouncing lightly. Always teasing, always showing its fine shape.

You followed her into the spacious kitchen, your heart pounding and your balls tightening. The pizza in your hand suddenly felt loose, especially as you put it down. The cool granite countertops and shiny appliances seemed to sparkle in the late afternoon sun.

So there you were, in the kitchen of a classic Britannian home.

C.C. peered over her shoulder, untied her robe, and let it slide off her shoulders, revealing her flawless nude body. Her breasts were full and pert, with erect nipples that begged to be sucked. Your mouth watered as you took in the sight of her slim waist, curvaceous hips, and smoothly shaved pussy.

"I'm a bit tired, see," C.C. said, running a finger along her slit, already glistening with arousal. "So I think we'll go a little further than usual."

So many pizza delivery men before you had received blowjobs from her. But something further? Something better? That had never happened. C.C. had always been clear on her boundaries but something about you got her to change her mind.

"So?" C.C. raised a cocky brow and approached. Her hand slithered down your chest and then lightly stroked your crotch. Your cock immediately reacted. "Today is your lucky day, you know?"

That erotic tone of hers. She was so naturally slutty, there was just no way to disobey.

You quickly shed your clothes, your hard cock springing free. C.C..'s eyes widened at the sight of your thick, veiny shaft, its head already glistening with pre-cum. She licked her lips hungrily as she sank to her knees in front of you.

"You're much bigger than the others," C.C. murmured, taking your throbbing cock in her hand. "Let's see if I can make you cum in thirty seconds like the others."

C.C.'s legendary blowjob. It was coming. You prepared yourself for it, but really, no amount of preparation would have been enough. Her warm, wet mouth enveloped you and you felt what must have been centuries of experience. Tight and wet and so damn warm, you shivered instinctively, your cock throbbing madly.

Already, you could tell she was a goddess.

Her tongue swirled expertly around your sensitive head. You moaned as she deep-throated you, her soft lips sliding up and down your shaft. Her hands caressed your balls, massaging them gently.

Then she pulled back, kissing the tip of your cock, and jerked you off. 

Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—! 

"Hm, not bad," C.C. noted. Her lips parted open and she deepthroated you again. Every single inch of your cock was consumed by this strange green-haired woman.

She was damn tight. Not just that, when she bobbed back and went back to the tip of your cock, she sucked hard.

Then she went back in again.

You sucked in a breath.

Fuuuck.

This time, she didn't just deepthroat your cock but your ballsack. The entirety of your manhood was being suckled by his random chick and there wasn't a thing you would do about it. You wanted to stay and pant and experience it. You wanted to feel that the center of your being was in your manhood.

Like a blackhole, you felt the pleasure building quickly, but to your surprise, her skilled mouth wasn't enough to make you cum in ten seconds. Not even fifteen seconds.

C.C.'s legendary blowjob had failed. 

C.C. raised a brow, staring up at you. So far, she had not made eye contact, thinking that you would be like the rest and cum early. Quickly, as the clock ticked by, she realized that was not the case.

Pop! 

She began jerking you off. Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—! Twenty-five seconds. Her lips parted open and she throated your cock and balls again. Sucking, suckling, and moaning. Letting her throat do its thing.

You balled your fists together and stood your ground. You refused to cum early. You refused to let her service last thirty seconds.

Twenty-six, twenty-seven—

"Ngh!"

"Mwah!" A quick retreat and kiss. She did a double-handed twist and then deep throated again. She was so fast, so smooth, that your balls nearly coiled together into a climax.

But you didn't.

"Thirty seconds," you breathed out, smiling down at her. C.C. narrowed her eyes, half-surprised. The whole of your manhood was inside her. No balls, no cock, only C.C..

"Mm." C.C. unsheathed herself, exposing your glossy wet cock. She inhaled and exhaled and stared at the glistening tip. The dangling pre-cum intrigued her. "Hm. This is a first. I've lived for over seven hundred years and you're the first man to have ever lasted more than thirty seconds. Consider me impressed. Maybe I should have made a contract with you instead of Lelouch."

"Sorry?"

"Nothing." C.C. looked up, licking her lips. She planted a kiss on the crown of your cock. "Mwah! Tastes good too. Mm, I think I really will have some fun today."

Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—! 

Then it was back to pumping your cock. Your breath hitched. Following that, she took you all the way in. Her hands went around your waist, keeping you locked in. Stepping away was impossible. You could only buck your hips forward and experience seven hundred years' worth of deepthroating.

Suffice to say, you lasted two full minutes before your balls tightened and you exploded into her mouth with a hoarse cry. C.C.. was eager to swallow your hot load, milking your cock with her skilled lips. She didn't move either, she sat there on her knees with her arms locked around you and kept swallowing.

C.C. did not move away until you were completely spent. Until your cock popped from her lips and she smiled.

Seeing her smile earned a couple cum shots. Two meek strings that landed on her cheeks and surprised her.

"Huh." C.C. blinked. "Impressive. No one has ever lasted that long with me nor had a load that heavy." She hummed and wiped away the cum into her mouth. Looking up, smirking, she said, "I think it's time to take this a little more seriously, don't you?"

You could only nod, still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm yet feeling your balls ache with need. You weren't going to be satisfied with one load, not when C.C. was here.

C.C.. stood up and stroked your erection. "I see you're already taking it seriously," she said while slipping down to pat your nutsack. She was very cocky and frugal about it. 

C.C. walked and led you to the kitchen counter with her beautiful heart-shaped ass. To describe it would be to describe an effortless booty. Full at the top, near the waistline, and with a perfect curve at the lower end. C.C. was not a big-booty woman; she was lithe and slutty. She was gifted in ways that other women weren't and casually displayed that superiority.

And nothing demonstrated that superiority better than her heart-shaped ass. Bare and without panties (according to the other pizza men, she never wore them), you could see glimpses of her wet cunt. You were addicted to the shifting tides of her cheeks. The way her long legs complimented them. The way she was, again, just so effortless about it.

Being able to clap those cheeks was an honour.

"Here you are." C. C bent over and bracing herself on the cold granite, her ass cheeks parted and her pink pussy lips glistening with desire. "Fuck me," she demanded, smirking. "Show me what that big cock can do~"

An honour not bestowed to Lelouch, her supposed boyfriend, but you. You were going to clap those cheeks. 

Cock bobbing, you strode forward and grabbed a handful of those cheeks. Fuuuuck, they were firm. Slapping them once earned little in the way of jiggles, so you tried again. Again and again and again until C.C. actually moaned.

"W-what are you doing? Hurry up and just fuck me."

Where you were invested in her ass, she was invested in your cock. You slapped that firm ass one last time before positioning your cock behind her cunt, rubbing your cockhead up and down her soaking slit.

"Mmm…" 

That sound of acceptance. The sound that a good cock was about to fuck her was mesmerizing. You waited, you teased, and then—

"Nnggh~!" 

C.C. gasped as you plunged into her, pelvis hitting straight into that ass. Her toes curled and the crossed arms on the table became tight. You grasped her hips, thumb on that delightful ass, and began to thrust. 

"Ngh~! Oh~! Y-you…!" 

You cock slid in and out of her cunt, making lewd squelching sounds. C.C. was bent over, arms crossed on the counter, and all-around carrying herself with a degree of confidence. Your cock appeared good but it couldn't be that good.

But it was.

"Ngghhhh~! Y-you…! Ah~! F-fuck…!" C.C. muttered. She was cowering, already feeling that incredible deep, deep inside her. "I-I didn't…mmmph~! F-fuck! What is this!? Y-you're no—mmmpph~!" 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

She bit her bottom lip, nearly losing total control of herself. C.C. was the type to always be in control, the type to never give up. She refused to be defeated. She refused to be overwhelmed. She drew up all the tightness in the world and—

At long last, you stopped, balls-deep inside her. Breathing synchronized, you stood there and experienced the vice-grip of her tight cunt. Exhaling, smirking, C.C. looked over and slammed her ass back.

"Yes... just like that," C.C. moaned, pushing back against you on her own. "I've been craving a cock like yours. So thick and hard..."

She pounded into you and you could feel her pussy contracting around you. The sensations were overwhelming, and you knew you wouldn't last long. 

Especially because of that ass of hers. There was no way around it, it was like a goddess'. Men must have begged and pined for her ass every time they saw her. Small and heart-shaped yet increasingly addicting. A curse that a man could not look away from. A curse that urged you to plunge into her.

Truly, there was nothing better than clapping dat ass of hers. Getting her to moan and whimper slightly. C.C. wasn't the loudest woman but when she did make those little sounds, it was like the world was becoming heaven itself. It was like thinking you were doing something right for once. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Powerful thrust after powerful thrust. Ass clap after ass clap. You felt your balls tighten again.

"I'm going to cum again," you groaned.

"Already?" she asked, turning her head to look at you over her shoulder. She didn't seem all too fazed.

"Y-you're too tight!"

There was no shame in admitting that. This woman was practically a seven-hundred year old virgin. Because of her immortality, even if she had fucked a man before, she wouldn't loosen up. She would have the same, tight cunt as that of a twenty year old. 

C.C. hummed as your desperate thrusts hammered into her. Her ass met your thrusts halfway, softening the kisses to her G-spot. You were doing good—just not good enough. Her ass cheeks squeezed against your pelvis, her walls naturally reeling you in. 

You couldn't hold back. There was just no way. Whether you were truly a quickshot or not did not matter, this was C.C. you were fucking. Staying long inside her was an impossible mission.

Grunting, you pulled out of her dripping pussy and aimed your throbbing cock at her perfect backside. You stroked yourself, ropes of thick cum arced through the air, splashing across her creamy skin. C.C. sighed, watching your cock throb mindlessly. Once you were finished, she stood up and turned to you. Your fully erect cock stood proud.

"Not bad. I hope these balls aren't empty." C.C. leaned in, mouth to your ear and hands stroking your balls. "I'm not even close to being satisfied."

Squeeze! Grabbing your sack, she dragged you elsewhere. You could do nothing but follow.

"Fufu~! Good boy."

The little smirk on her nude figure was like a drug that kept you hooked. You allowed yourself to be dragged by the balls and walked up the stairs. The aroma of pizza lay forgotten.