Sweet mornings (SBxAnon, >nohooves, preteen, smut&fluff) wip

>It stinks
>It stinks so much it stings
>As if something was burning
>Something's burning
>OH SHIT
>Your eyes fly open as you sit up
>And you see her
>That pure white skin only covered by one of your shirts that's way too big for her
>That sheepish smile
>That apologetic look
>That plate of...
>Something black and smoking
>It takes you a couple seconds to realize that the burning stench comes from whatever that is supposed to be, but you finally calm down
>And she simply stands there, next to the bed, anxiously waiting for you to say something
>You sigh in relief that your house is safe, as you fall backwards into the mattress
>And you groan
"What's this supposed to be?"
>You're tired, but you still manage to turn your head and smirk at her
>"Uhm... Pancakes?"
>You blink
>Pancakes?
>'?'
"You mean, you don't know what you cooked? Or rather, tried to..."
>Her cheeks puff out and she scowls at you
>And you can't keep your chuckle from coming out
>"I-I tried my best, you know! It's not my fault your stupid microwave doesn't work like the one at Rarity's--"
"Wait wait wait, you tried to make pancakes using a microwave?"
>"Well duh, it cooks stuff so much faster than using a stove!"
>Forget the chuckle
>This needs a good old guffawing
"Holy shit, Sweetie! Ahahah!"
>And she somehow finds a way to pout even more than before
>She's so adorable
>A bit silly at times, but so adorable
>"Okay, I get it, I'm horrible at this!"
>Her voice cracks at the end, signaling the emotion behind it
>Ouch, here comes the guilt
>You do your best to contain the last bout of laughter still in you and regain your composure
"Now, now, it's okay, you're, huh..."
>You can see her face lighten up as you search for the right words
"A work in progress?"
>She raises an eyebrow and harrumphs, before placing the tray down on the bedside cupboard and making a show of pouting once again, crossing her arms and turning her back to you
>And plopping down on the edge of the bed

>You can't help but roll your eyes at her antics
>She's still young after all, so it's to be expected
>Not like you don't find that part of her extremely endearing anyway
>And if she really was mad she would've stormed off
>Her sitting there means she's looking to be comforted
>And you're more than okay with obliging
>So you rub the sleep from your eyes and scratch your head to try and shake it awake, before you start to shift and scooch closer to her
>You're not trying to be sneaky or anything, your weight is sinking into the mattress and making her bounce slightly, but she completely ignores you, she doesn't even turn to you to see what it is you're doing
>Or maybe you're doing exactly what she wanted you to do
>That could be it
>But you don't care about that, not now, and you turn to face her back, spreading your legs on each sides of her and hop one last time as you wrap your arms around her
>She still stays silent, even as she leans into you more and more, as she lets go of her entire weight and lets you do as you please
>Your mouth instantly finds the side of her small neck and you kiss it
>And you do get a response from that, a low appreciative hum coming out of her lips
>You slip your arms under hers and she shivers as your hands caress the soft skin of her abdomen
>That's enough to make her disentangle her arms so she can place her hands on top of yours, her fingers instantly starting their well oiled routine of tracing the ridges of your knuckles before sliding their way between yours
>Your hands dwarf hers in comparison
>One of the many reminders of this forbidden relationship you share
>It's easy to forget about it when you're so close, when you love and kiss and caress and hug
>But it's still always there, in the back of your head, nagging you, eating you, making you remember
>And another hum passes her lips, and you push all that bullshit in the back of your head
>She needs you right now, more than you need to be reminded

>"It's just..."
>She hesitates for a bit
>And you tighten your hold on her, and it gives her the courage she needs to keep going
>"I-it's just that Rarity said that it's expected of a lady to know how to cook for her beau, and that men love to eat so..."
>You couldn't help your smirk from growing with every words that came out after Rarity
>It's funny how important Rarity is to Sweetie, even though they keep fighting all day long
>You close the distance and plant another kiss on her neck, but you linger for a bit
>And she tilts her head, as if to ease your access
"I do love to eat,"
>Your lips part from her skin, but only just long enough for the words to come out
>And she tightens her hold on your hands as you start peppering her exposed skin with soft pecks
>You know how much she loves that
>But she still needs to hear what you have to say, so you lean back once more
"But I love you more,"
>Her reaction is exactly what you want, and more
>Her lips part to let out the shortest of gasps, barely audible over the sounds of your heart beats, and her whole body melts onto yours, every muscles relaxing and losing any strength they still have, knowing, trusting that you'd be there to catch her if she fell
>You see her trying to catch your gaze from the corner of her eyes but the rest of her body is betraying her, her neck obviously asking for more attention
>And you're more than happy to oblige

>And how much you love that part of her
>Her beautiful neck
>Her petite shoulders
>Her feminine jaw and pierced ears
>And her hair
>You lean into it and inhale deeply, to show her how much you do
>To prove her that all those times you said you loved her shampoo weren't just wind coming out of your mouth
>She squirms as your hands start caressing more area and lightly stroking her sides, and her lower half inches backwards, enough to press against your morning wood
>Enough to squeeze it against her soft flesh
>And she once again doesn't react
>She doesn't even look surprised, showing that she's doing it on purpose
>You remember of the first moments of intimacy you shared, and all the anxiety and fears coming from her, fear of messing up or doing things you wouldn't like or wouldn't want her to do
>Moments you'll cherish until you drop dead, you're sure
>But she doesn't stop there, even as you lose yourself in thought and into her touch, and her legs get sent into play
>And you can't contain the content sigh from coming out as she starts using them to caress yours
>Her hairless and slender legs, as well as her small and delicate feet you kissed and loved more times than you can count
>Such a stark contrast with yours
>It makes her all the more beautiful
>And in a bold move, something you didn't quite expect, she lifts your right hand upwards
>And up
>And up
>Until your thumb finally reaches its target
>She's just barely burgeoning
>She only just started wearing bras last year, after all
>Another reminder
>You don't keep her waiting, and you brush against her mosquito bite
>She shivers once again, and her breath quickens ever so slightly
>And she presses backwards some more as she rolls her hips against your pride
>And you groan
>And her smirk widens
>She perfectly knows where this is going
>She's looking forward to it, even

>Saying that you're not would be a lie
>She's got all the proofs she needs
>The hard, throbbing proof
>But you're not to be outdone by something as tame as a little grinding
>So you move your fingers to your target, and you pinch
>Not enough to hurt her, of course
>But enough to make her lips part as she lets out a surprised moan
>You're as surprised as her, to be honest
>You thought she'd expect something like this with how close your hand was
>And with how many times you did this in the past
>The small nub of flesh instantly hardens under your touch, and you rub, and pinch, and roll it between your thumb and your index, and her fingers clenches around the back of your hand, as if unsure if she wants you to stop teasing or to keep going
>And you keep your eyes on her face as you do it all
>You're not sure if she realizes how sexy she is to you
>How hot it is for you to look at her as you play with her sensitive spots
>How hot it is to see her breath visibly quicken and to see her bite her lip to try and stifle another moan
>"Anon--"
>Her voice dies in her throat as you give her bud a slightly sharper tug, and her back arches ever so slightly to try and ease the discomfort
>Or maybe to try and coax even more pleasure from it
>But your left hand still placed against her stomach keeps her in place, keeps her from going anywhere
>And her left hand leaves yours, instantly rushing downwards to try and relieve some pressure, you believe
>But you don't let her anyway
>Your hand shoots for hers not a second later to yank it away from her crotch
>"A-anon!"
>Her little whine makes you throb
>A part of you tries to convince you that you should feel horrible for teasing her like that, and for liking it so much
>But the one in control has other plans
>You let go of her wrist and your fingers pass the hem of her panties before she even realizes you're not holding her hand captive anymore
>And she moans
>And you grin
>She's already wet

>You're supposed to be comforting her anyway
>Right?
>Yep, totally not doing this because you love it
>The sparse hairs of her mound caress your palm as your digits find her clam
>"Ahn~!"
>And her hand finds its place back on top of yours
>Or at least on top of her panties
>And she presses down, and you oblige
>You trace the ridge of her lips with your fingertips as you lean your head in to kiss the neck you neglected for far too long
>"Please Anon,"
>You hum in response as you tease her opening using your middle finger
>And the feel of her hammering heart against your now still hand reminds you that you're still holding her bosom hostage, so you get it back to work, groping and massaging at the flesh
>"O-oh fuck!"
>She blurts it out as a first inch sinks into her
"Language,"
>You half groan half tease
>This is yet another reminder
>The Sweetie you met wouldn't have ever used this word
>That's how much you corrupted her
>"Please--ah!"
>And you hilt
>And she gasps
>And her hips roll forward trying to find even more of you to devour
>You sadly cannot give her the inches she's looking for, so you have to resort on pushing your palm harder against her mound
>"Yes there!
>The soft skin of her fingertips leave place to her sharp nails and they sink into your flesh as you do as she commands, fastening your hold onto her and pressing her button using your palm and pulling your finger out before plunging in again
>She's already so close, you can feel it
>In the way she squirms against you
>In the way she holds onto you
>In the things she tries to say
>You can take pride in that
>And you teased her enough already
>For now, at least
>She moans louder than ever before as your teeth find her flesh
>You think about asking her to keep it quiet, but you really don't feel like letting go of her right now
>Better finish her, you'll talk about your neighbors later
>So you prepare accordingly, and your index follows its brother inside of her on its next thrust
>And she comes