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The lights of the supermarket flicker on and off while you and your boyfriend walk through the many aisles full of goods. While you may not stand out, your boyfriend certainly does. 6ft tall, silver, cobalt, and metallic red skin reflecting the flickering lights. Beefy as all hell with cake to spare and a bulge bigger than a baseball or two. Massive tits too, or as some people would say, pecs. He prefers tits.
Who is he anyway? Well, he's Pepsiman. Pepsi soda personified and, according to some (aka you), sexiness personified as well. You're with him in the juice aisle, browsing for beverages. While your boyfriend can make Pepsi out of thin air, he recognizes that it's not the healthiest, nor that life should be limited to only enjoying a few foods and drinks.
While his strong grip wraps around your hand as you two stand in the aisle, you're busy trying to find some lemonade and sweet tea. Two of your favorite drinks (alongside Pepsi of course). The store recently reorganized its shelves, so the drinks you were previously so familiar with you could find them blind are now lost amongst the sea of V8, Ocean Spray, and store brand juices. Your boyfriend's grip tightens as he looks to you with that stunning smile and eyeless gaze of his.
"Hey babe, I think I see the lemonade over there" he says, his deep voice sending your brain ablaze with love.
"Man, that was quick. Didn't know your sight was that good", you respond.
"Well maybe if someone hadn't left their glasses at home we would've found it faster", he teases in retaliation.
"You know I'm not blind without my glasses. They just help with stuff far away"
"Really? I wouldn't know, 'specially since you acted like you couldn't see those clothes on the bathroom floor yesterday". He's teasing you about yesterday, where you over-dramatically pretended to be blind when he asked you to pick up your clothes, before picking them up while giggling.
"You ass" you respond with false malice.
"Yes, I know my ass is amazing, babe". He's not wrong.
He leads you with his strong arms to the lemonade on display, which also happens to be next to the cooler of iced tea. You make sure to pick up the sweet tea. Last time, when you accidentally picked unsweetened tea, you were met with bitter disappointment. Next stop was the produce section. A few onions here, a bag of potatoes there. Several peppers and carrots to go along. However, one piece of produce was eluding you. The dragonfruit. An amazing cactus fruit with a sweet, seedy inside and a colorful outside you could stare at for days. You realized it might not be in season. Keeping track of fruit seasons was never your forte, and the store constantly shuffles the fruit around every year so they are never in the same place. Hell, they could be in entirely different places next week. You ask your boyfriend to help you look, but sadly you end up empty-handed. Maybe next year they'll be ready. They probably will be, but one should always prepare the worst and hope for the best. Walking away from the produce section, you two enter the dairy section. Walls full of yogurt, cheese, milk, butter, eggs (when were eggs a dairy product), and cream. Man, some cream would be nice, but only the kind your boyfriend can supply. After picking up a box of cream cheese (you'd prefer a tub but they don't have that) and some eggs the aisle for canned and jarred goods is next. There's sauce (which you're hoping to have later if your boyfriend agrees), diced tomatoes, pickles, soup, and anything else they can fit in a can. You grab some sauce and place it next to the milk and feta your boyfriend grabbed.
While in the "boxed shit" aisle as you and your boyfriend have come to call it, you find the best type of mac & cheese ever. White shells & cheddar. You pop it in the cart before your boyfriend wraps his buff arms around you and places his head in your neck. "Howzit hangin, you've been offly quiet today?"
"Oh, it's good. Kinda tired though" You've never been able to keep a sleep schedule in your life, sleeping through two thirds of the day or spending it all awake with no rest. You barely got any sleep last night. While contemplating your thoughts, you awake from your daze to realize your boyfriend has been subtly rubbing against you in his embrace.
"Babe, did you just pull me into this hug cause you're itching for action?"
"Maybe", he responds. You're not annoyed, after all you would've done the same thing if he hadn't done so first. Both of you enjoy this embrace for a bit before separating and moving on. Passing the seafood section, you realize today is Wednesday. The sushi is always cheaper that day as part of a sale. Why on Wednesday of all days? You wouldn't know. While grabbing your sushi, you glance over at your boyfriend and realize what he's wearing. While on the job, he is required to show as much as possible. He's gotta spread brand awareness after all. All he's allow to wear is a tight speedo colored to look like his skin and his signature chain. But while he's not on the job, he'll wear more modest clothing. You prefered his work attire. Today's outfit was some tight, red shorts (you could never get how he could wear something so constrictive), a white tee with blue shoulders, and red sandals. Why is this outfit so important? That shirt was the same one you stripped off him the first time you fucked. It had sentimental value to you, though he probably had no clue.
Entering the frozen section, you're already in a remembering state of mind, and end up on the topic of when you first met. That fateful day when that beast of pure carnal energy came to you all nervous to ask you out. You nearly fainted that day. He, Pepsiman himself, courageous superhero, your now boyfriend, wanted to ask you out. You never thought that he would actually be interested in you. But he was, and it made your day, no, your life, so much better. To have someone who loved you so dearly, one who would never give up on you no matter your flaws, he really was the man of your dreams. Not to mention that he was hotter than the sun itself. After all, Pepsiman rhymes with sexyman. Back to shopping, the frozen section was one of your preferred sections. Sometimes you don't wanna cook. Sometimes you can't cook. You've made boxed mac & cheese taste like licking a salt lamp and feel like eating shoelaces covered in sand. You would have eaten it if your boyfriend hadn't stopped you out of fear you'd get sodium poisoning. You don't like wasting food. You also learned you don't like sodium poisoning. Luckily that was one of the bad days, and you've gotten a much better track record with mac & cheese now. Either way, your boyfriend already found the frozen dumpling and chicken alfredo that was on your list. You couldn't help but kiss him that moment. He's one of the nicest and most considerate people you've met. No wonder you instantly fell in love.
After checking out and going home, you ended up with the dreaded 'actually putting the groceries you bought'. The worst part of the grocery experience. You just wanted to break in all your new food. Luckily you had a beefy hunk with super strength for help. Putting away all your food you weren't gonna eat tonight, you pulled out something you bought when your boyfriend wasn't looking. Five boxes of frozen meatloaf. While your boyfriend has always had options in what food he could eat, he never really had the option to try frozen foods. PepsiCo kinda kept him isolated for a large part of his life, but eventually they let him free after a public scandal involving Pepsiman saying he wasn't allowed to have the foods that the executives call "cheap foods that poor shits eat". It was a long battle, but soon he was allowed free. His first frozen meal was a frozen meatloaf, and he loved it. It's been his favorite frozen meal ever since. "Hey babe, I got you something," you say before bringing him into a kiss.
"Oh really, what is it?"
You take one of the boxes out from behind your back "Meatloaf!"
"Aww, fuck yeah babe!" He brings you into a passionate kiss. You begin making out in the kitchen, your boyfriend pressing you up against the counter. He pauses for a moment.
"I've been so horny all day" he growls.
"Me too. Lemme put the boxes away and then we can get to it.” He hurries to the bedroom while you rush to put the meatloaf away. Luckily for your boyfriend, the only meatloaf you want is between his legs, so they're all his.
Opening the door to the room you are immediately embraced is a frantic make-out session and dragged to your bed. His non-existent gaze stares deep into your existent one while you begin to take that special shirt off. He then begins to take yours off as well after you're done, while you drag your tongue down until it reaches one of his tits. Your shirts are both off when you begin sucking on his boobs. He shudders when your mouth fully covers his nipple. He begins helping you take off your pants. The taste of Pepsi enters your mouth as his tits leak, a curious side effect of being Pepsi personified. Your pants are off and your boyfriend kicks off his, revealing his 7 inch cock. He lowers his head onto your cock, swallowing it in his spit while a chill rises up your body. He fondles your balls while swirling his tongue around your shaft, before switching, balls being caressed by his lips and cock being stroked by his hand. He swaps a few more times, pleasing your groin with every lick and gulp. You have collapsed on your back in pleasure as he works his way to your ass. Spreading your cheeks, he dives right in, sending his tongue darting inside. A moan of pleasure erupts from you.
His lips and tongue do masterful work on your hole. Perhaps meatloaf isn't his favorite food. Perhaps it's cake. He grabs some lube and spreads it iver his hands. One begins to massage his own member, while the other enters your hole. Your ass has always been able to handle a few fingers, but that doesn't mean you won't let him work his magic down there. Once he’s sufficiently lubed up and you're sufficiently loosened up, he spreads your legs and pushes his tip in.
The rest follows soon after, alongside a wave of pleasure flowing through your body. He begins to thrust inside you, Pepsi-flavored sweat dripping down his body. Your lips meet while your body rocks, and you go back down to his chest and suck his tits for some more of his Pepsi-flavored milk. You milk him while he thrusts deep inside you. You release your mouth when he speeds up, unable to treat his boobs while he's rocking so hard.
Your lips meet again, and with a share of tongue, a moan escapes from your mouth as he smashes your prostate. Noticing he hit the mark, he becomes akin to a feral animal, wild and savage, waiting for release. But he's still your boyfriend, gentle and kind. He really can pull off anything. As he slams into your prostate, you begin to feel pleasure build up in your ass. You can tell from his frantic breathing his groin has the same buildup too. Loud moans erupt from you and your boyfriend. Streams of your cum spray over each of you. His Pepsi-flavored cum fills you up. He crashes on you, licking some of your cream up and meeting you in a kiss, sharing the taste of your fluids. You much prefer his. While the mess you've made is going to be hell to clean up, that is for another time. He wraps you in a cuddle with his big strong arms. Arms that make you feel safe and secure.
"I love you babe. I love you so much". In your sleepy stupid you can't tell who said that.
You two slowly fall into a deep sleep, exhausted from fucking.