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ugh exactly its terribad plus the cramps and skin looking like shit and then the moodswings, frick periods oh my ggodd its terrible i just.. want a certain fictional character to pin me up against the wall and make out with me unu
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thank u at least i know im not the only one argrggh hghghgh
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startng my period is Terrible because i become The Horniest Being but i caNT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT
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updated the last pos t
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latte are u tryin to get me all frustrated omg
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wrote a thing fem reader x a dude of your choice
frustration, teasing, light power struggle —-You’re skirting the edge, only a few thrusts away from loosing control- and he knows it- when he nearly stops, his head only just inside you. You whine as you feel your orgasm recede. You were so close, so fucking close. Impulsively, you buck your hips towards him to try to pull him closer. You don’t want to play his game, not tonight. But he knows you too well, and he anticipates your move. “No,” he states simply, and he pins your hips down with his hands as he pulls away. His head is barely in you now, and it’s nowhere near enough. You try to wriggle free, to gain some friction against him, but to no avail. You’re hyper-aware that his hands are achingly close to your center, inches away from your clit, but he doesn’t budge. He amusedly watches as you writhe underneath him, liking the way you look when you’re helpless and at his control. He allows to you move for a short while longer, then he applies more pressure to your hips so you can barely arch up. He leans over you and kisses you, from your shoulder to your neck to your jaw, then back down to the junction of your shoulder. He’s playing with you now, his cock going so goddamned slow, his movements short and shallow. Any attempt at berating him is turned to muffled whimpers when he thrusts just a little bit deeper. You give up and growl, bedsheets balled up in your fists- a way of saying “fine, you win,” without actually speaking the words. He takes the cue, thankfully, because there was no way in hell you were actually going to beg (so you tell yourself). He thrusts into you, hard, and you unsuccessfully hold back a moan. “That wasn’t too bad, was it, pet?” You don’t reply, and he honestly doesn’t expect you to. He knows he’s just brushing up against your spot as he picks up the pace, working up to the previous speed. With him, you’re never sure if you’ll be making love like equals or fucking- or if it’ll be a game of cat and mouse- but, oh, you’re always happy to play the part. |
