Sit on my face and tell me you love me (sonata, gfd) WIP

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>>Sit on my face, and tell me that you love me

>you've been 'netflix and chill'ing for a couple hours now, cuddling with your girl on the couch as you watch some retarded show
>it's meh at best, but she seems like she's having fun
>and what's happening on screen isn't what's important anyway
>that's not why you do it
>it's just been one of those days
>or one of those weeks, even
>you just want to feel her close to you
>closer and closer
>but no matter how bad you find the actors' playing skills, the unavoidable sex scene between the main protagonist and his love interest starts and you're kinda forced to pay attention
>and if that wasn't enough to flip your own switch, you can feel your little blue's not so little buttocks grinding into your crotch
>you don't even know if she's doing it intentionally or not
>and quite frankly you don't know which would be hotter
>but even though you're welcoming it, even more so as you feel yourself growing between those plump cheeks of hers, it's not exactly what you want right now
>what you need
>the sex looks okay, but it was the words the two characters exchanged that got to you
>giving her tummy a last caress as you shift your whole body to make sure you can touch as many inches of her body, you pull your hand from under her shirt and reach for her hand, the one lazily resting next to the empty bowl of chips
>if she's surprised or wondering what it is you're doing, she doesn't show any of it, her eyes still intently looking at the screen as her hips keep working onto you and as your fingers wiggle themselves inside the hold of her hand
>your fingers aren't nearly as manly as you wish they were, yet hers look so much smaller
>so delicate, so soft and beautiful
>yet the way they hold onto yours is firm and assertive and...
>exactly what you need

>this is a well practiced dance you both share, it's not your first rodeo nor is it your first time asking her
>yet you flinch
>that part is so hard, no matter how many times you practiced it prior
>there's always that insecure voice inside your head
>what if she says no
>what if she looks down on you when you do it
>what if she'd rather you were the one more assertive and
>fuck
>that's exactly why you need her
>slowly, you bring her hand up and to your lips
>kissing its back as if doing so would help you find the courage your lips need right now
>she giggles, obviously wondering what it is you're doing
>you love her giggle
>it means she's having fun, and if she has fun then that's more than enough for you
>and maybe that's where you'll find the courage you're looking for
>so you keep going, peppering the back of her hand all the way to her wrist with kisses
>then the knuckles, each one of them, making sure they each receive some of your affections
>and then--
>you jolt as she turns around, forcing her hand free from your grasp as she does
>you instantly miss it's feeling, but you don't have the time to groan your annoyance that her lips are on yours
>it's not a hungry kiss, not one of pure passion the likes you've shared many times before
>but it's not a peck either, just a genuine, happy kiss as you can still feel her lips grinning as they press onto yours
>"That's where you're supposed to kiss me, silly~,"
>then her fingers return, but onto your cheek this time
>you can't help but lean into them and kiss them the second her lips break free from yours
>she's just so
>she chuckles
>"Gee, and I thought you hated this show? If I knew it would get you going like that we would've watched it sooner~,"
>you shake your head
"Nah, it's just..."
>you feel forced to take a deep breath to get it out
"Today was a shitty day is all and I-I..."
>her eyes are too distracting
>or maybe too scary

"I just need... it?"
>you can't help but shy away from her gaze
>"It~?"
>you know she knows what you're talking about
>she's not exactly the best poker player around
"Oh come on, you know..."
>"Nuh-huh, how could I know if you don't tell me!"
"It's written all over your face, I know you know what I'm talking about,"
>her grin widens as she loses all pretense at trying to look oblivious
>"Maybe, but I still want to hear you say it,"
>that's when her expression turns devious
>and as a way to make it even harder for you, her face leans in and her lips find your neck
>god damnit
"W-why? You know what I'm going to--Nngh,"
>a shiver runs all the way down to your every extremities and you feel them tense up as her teeth join in on her assault
>"Because I want to hear you say it, duh,"
>but said assault stops as quickly as it started as she pushes herself back up so her face rests right above yours, just so the only thing you can see is the raspberry color of her eyes
>"And I want you to look at me when you say it~,"
>your heart skips at that
>you can't do that
>how could you?!
>it's hard enough to say it but while looking at her
>that's just...
"You're evil,"
>her eyes light up and her grin widens again as if to prove your point
>"I know, right?! But I know you love it, so~,"
>only then do you notice her hand resting onto your chest, hovering right above your heart
>and her fingers start to dig ever so slightly into your skin as your eyes lock onto them
>as if for making a show of her hold onto it
>as if for reminding you that it's hers
>and she knows it
>this is just too much for you and your arm, with a mind of its own, shoots up to cover your face
>you don't want her to see you like that
>so fragile
>so weak
>or maybe you kinda do but you can't help it

>"Hey!"
>her hand leaves your chest to grab onto your wrist and pull it away, pinning it down against the couch's arm and exposing yourself to her once more
>"No cheating!"
>she's one to say that
"You cheat all the time!"
>you try and hide your embarrassment behind some playfulness but your voice still betrays you at the end
>"Maybe, but those don't count,"
>nani
"How so?!"
>"Because I say so~,"
>oh of course
>that makes sense
>and yet you can't even come up with anything to counter that
>or maybe you don't want to

>you squirm a bit and give the arm she took hostage a couple of tugs to try and break free but it's not moving
>she's strong like that
>freakishly so, scaringly so
>but kinda what you'd expect from an 8 feet tall seahorse monster in a cute teenager body
>and even though she doesn't really need to do anything to secure her hold onto you, there really isn't anything you could do at this point, she still shifts up and forward, lifting her left leg to slip it in between you and the back of the couch to straddle you
>to really get on top of you
>and you groan as her plump rear, the object of so much of your affection, finds your crotch
>you're hard as a rock
>you feel as if you could explode in only a couple of pumps
>yet it's not even what's on the forefront of your mind
>that's not even what you care the most about right now
>and you hope she knows that
>that she understands that
>sex is fine
>it's great, it's absolutely glorious
>but it's still not what you crave for
>not what you need right this moment
"I love you,"
>it slips past your lips
>you had it on the tip of your tongue for a while now but you still didn't plan on letting it out so soon
>and she's just as surprised as you are, obviously not expecting these words right now
>but her surprised face only lasts for so long, her expression softening and smile turning warm and comforting as she leans in again and kisses you
>it might be the best kiss you've ever felt
>you feel so happy, so safe and secure and comfortable right now, even as her nails dig into the skin of your wrists
>nothing could ever ruin this moment
>and you lean into it as she tries to back away
>which seems to dissuade her from stopping it so soon, chuckling as she watches your body straining to follow her lips due to the position your arm is in right now, before complying and leaning back down to keep going

>you don't even know how long it lasts
>you don't care
>it's still not enough, even as it turns hungrier and hungrier
>even as her tongue pushes its way past your lips
>even as you feel it forcing yours into submission and hear that victorious, devilish sound escaping her throat
>even as you feel her breasts and crotch grinding against you, searching for more of your warmth
>but it has to end, eventually
>even if you once more strain to follow her lips when she pulls away, even as you whine in need when her second hand pushes your chest back down onto the softness below to stop your chase in its tracks
>more
>you want more
>you need this
>you'd do anything--
>"Nuh-huh, no more kisses until you tell me what I wanna hear~,"
>shit
>anything but that?
>she's got you again
>exactly where she wants you to be, writhing under her and putty in her hand
>and she's looking at you like a wolf would a piece of meat, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips before her upper teeth come out to nibble onto the lower one
>god how you wish that was you right now
>and her eyes
>god, her eyes
>just a look at them and boom, you're done
>nothing you can do against those
>and your mind is so fuzzy right now you think you can see hearts shaping them
>and the thumping in your chest isn't helping your case
>you need more
"Baby please..."
>you beg
>pushing forward and against her touch, trying to fight it
>to no avail of course
>and she softly moans at the display, before shaking her head
>"Not until you tell me what you really want,"
>fuck
>but it doesn't take you long to decide
"I want..."
>she leans forward a bit while giving a few short nods of the head, seemingly eager to hear it
>but that proves too much and your gaze shies away to look at the tv showing the title screen
"...you to sit on my face, please?"
>she harrumphs
>"Awww, come on!"

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