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now you two fuck like bunnies. the sex is frantic, desperate, as if he's trying to merge with you, to erase the boundaries between your bodies. he whispers things against your skin that make your heart race, "never leave me," "i can't- fuck- i can’t be without babe," "my girl…youre my girl." you come apart in his arms again and again, knowing this intensity is born from trauma but unable to resist how alive it makes you feel.

but god forbid you need to go somewhere alone. the first time you went to the grocery store by yourself, you returned to find him pacing, his eyes wild, phone clutched in his hand. "where were you?" he demanded, though you'd only been gone forty-five minutes. "i tried calling seven times. why didn't you answer?" when you showed him your phone, dead battery, he didn't calm down.

now you lie about your plans, saying you're visiting a friend when really you just need an hour to yourself. the guilt eats at you, especially when he saves you from your nightmares by pulling you close, his body shaking with remembered terror from that place. how can you deny him anything after that?

“I’ll make you” you said, caressing his hair tenderly.

“C’me on pretty girl… ain’t nothing better than to have this thing in one’s mouth y’know?”

You giggled, your boyfriend was always so hard-headed sometimes.

“Although, if you gave me something better to taste..”

His hand stopped caressing your tummy and went lower, trailing his fingers up and down your exposed thighs and the hem of your dress.

“You will put that shit out?” You said, liking the idea.

“Hell yeah” he said, placing the blunt out of the bed and getting atop of you, kissing your lips gently. His mouth tasted of something sweet, apart from the bitter taste of what he was consuming earlier.

His hand kept massaging your thighs, trailing your dress up until it was placed at your hips. He was taking his time, as he always did, but you already felt yourself dripping.

His fingers slid under the waist of your panties, pulling them agonizingly slow down your legs as if he knew the anticipation was killing you.

When the fabric was completely out of you, he began to kiss your thighs, stopping at the vertex where it passed over your anxious core.

"Babe, c'mon." You begged, moving your hips towards him. He gave in to your plea, burying his face in your pussy and dragging his tongue through your slit before surrounding your clit.

You were startled by the delicious touch, letting him mistreat your lower half so that your legs now hung on his shoulders. Your back arched over the mattress while he sucked your clit and circled it with his tongue.

“Mmmph—“ he mumbled with his mouth full of your juices.

He was absolutely right; this was a better use for his mouth. You two would probably do this whenever he got high, but you would never leave his room.

“Babe that's s’good—mmph."

He quickly got pussydrunk with your moans of praise, gently nibbling on your bud before sucking it again. You planted a hand in his hair, bringing his head even closer, if that was possible. Your grip made him moan in your pussy, the vibrations ran through you while you tried not to squeeze his head with your thighs.

Feeling that you were quickly reaching the edge, he let go of one of your thighs to insert a finger into your trembling hole. Then he added a second, making you move your hips to the rhythm of the rapid movements of his fingers.

“Fuck babe! imm…imm—gonna”

Just when you were about to cum, he took his mouth away and slowed down the movements of his hand. That bastard had the smuggest smile ever.

“Gonna what? Mmm pretty girl? Think you deserve it?

"Please."

"I don't know, you were pretty mean to me, making me turn off my dutchie and didn’t even apologize”

He was joking with you and enjoying it a lot. He gave a quick turn to your clit, not enough to take you to the limit, but enough to make you breathe choppy, wanting more.

"Maybe you should beg for it."

"Babe, please, I'm so close." That wasn't enough for him since he shook his head with false disappointment.

“m’sorry m’so so sorry please please make me cum”

You leaned on his fingers, hoping that your words were enough to convince him. It was, and in an instant, with a smug smile, he was licking and sucking your pussy again, moving his fingers to what looked like the speed of lightning.

He didn't give up when you reached the climax, instead guiding you through it while your eyes rolled and you made incomprehensible noises. He continued with the abrupt rhythm until you pushed him back because of the overstimulation.

Then he slowed down until he stopped, giving your clit one last kiss that made you shrink before approaching to be face to face with you. You kissed him, tasting yourself, and all of him. That almost made you want to push his head down again. Not that he would mind.

“Ma pretty girl satisfied now?” He said, leaning to kiss on your neck.

You felt something hard grinding against your thigh, and you looked down and smiled before turning to your boyfriend, now with rosy cheeks.

"Someone’s excited too"