#belledjinn

Cinnamon and blueberries... Again

The bitter ache in my clit was almost as overbearing as the smell of spiced fruit flooding my nostrils.

Her hoodie covered my face, hiding hers from mine while she pistoned her strap in and out of my wet snatch. Darkness swallowed me just as deep as she made my pussy swallow her cock- I felt like fire was consuming me from my hips on up.

Cinnamon snapped across my butt with each thrust, and she was pressed so close over me to hold my hands down, that I could feel her heavy tits slapping my face through her hoodie. I couldn't even suck while she railed me.

Fucking torture.

"Any closer yet baby boy?" Her taunting was venom, but soaked with need. I could feel her strap twitch in my cunt each time its tip scrape across my g spot. She wasn't fooling me, the smartass was just as close as I was, but-

"Cuz, you're stil not cumming tonight if you if you can't cum on my cock. A deal's a deal."

I let out a groan, and she laughed.

"Tougher than you thought, huh? Don't worry, the ice cream'll go to my ass or something. So you'll have a lot more to play with next time you stay the night."

"W-wait! That wasn't part of the deal?!" The last of the lemon in the fridge was a secret, you'd buried it in the back so it wouldn't be noticed. How did she even know to-

"I'm laying the pipe, I makea da the rules." She said, in that stupid Luigi voice. You snorted, and panic set in deeper when you felt the ache in your core subside just a bit. You were close before, but now you definitely weren't gonna cum.

She was though, and you could feel her speeding up inside you as if she were already racing for the fridge. Her, "Fuck, fuck, fucks," came out in breathy whines as she rolled her hips into you again and again, focused just on finishing herself now that she knew she'd won. No room to even protest, since her tits were squashing your face now. It wasn't fair.

You felt her go stiff atop you after a second, her hips stopped and still flush against the back of your thighs- shaking, shuddering, as her climax ripped through her. Then, giggles.

"You fucking bitch, you-"

"D-don't care! Eating your ice cream n-now!" She tried to hop off of you, stuttering as she lifted her hips off her end of the toy, and leapt off the couch at the same time she let go of your hands. And before you could even get her hoodie off your head, you heard two thuds and a snort of laughter.

When you did get the hood off, you saw her; snorting and cackling in mixed embarrassment and playful frustration, struggling to make her legs lift her back off the ground.

Though I will miss those pretty sounds out of your mouth 🖤

I wanna feel her hands tighten around my waist, fingernails digging into my skin hard enough to bruise even me.

When she comes back down I want kisses and thank yous and more affectionate fondling, because the touch is grounding for both of us, and they like the soft noises I make when they do.

I wanna grind my ass back into her hips and ask for more because I'm still feeling needy. Already knowing fae'll say, already knowing I'll catch a kiss before I can finish asking, and a soft, "of course." Said as simply as if I'd asked her to hand me my purse.

I don't mind waiting if they're too sensitive now to keep using the strap, I wouldn't be able to control myself from bullying them anyway, but... Being forced to take long, slow strokes from them... Pinned down so I can't rock back into their hips, being forced to take it nice and slow while they calm down enough to focus. Their hands gently wandering, exploring the bruises faer hands have left, playing with my breasts as much for fun as to help her babygirl cum.

Slowly getting rougher as I get used to more of their attention, sinking teeth into my shoulder while their soft caresses turn into pinching and squeezing again. Just enough to pull the shuddering whine out of me that they were looking for.

(genderless afab/intentionally unclear anatomy)

I told you to spread your legs or else I'd stop.

Why do you always think I'm joking?

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