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"fuckkk," she groans, grip on your waist tightening. a whine slips past your lips, as you feel him press deeper into you.
"you were right honey," she chuckles softly. your eyes flutter open, "huh?" you whisper, breathlessly, "about what?"
she smiles down at you, probably at your lack of snark. if you weren't currently stuffed full of all nine of her inches, you'd probably have said something along the lines of "of course, i'm always right". which to be fair, you usually are.
"missionary is— fuck," her thrusts falter as your arms move under hers and wrap around her back, "missionary is nice. so fucking nice." she breathes out, her purple hair spilling around the two of you like a curtain. you weakly nod your head in agreement, while pulling her closer with your legs—that she'd wrapped around her waist.
"get to look at your pretty fucking face," she says with a thrust perfectly timed to watch your mouth fall open in pleasure, "your pretty chest," she moves her perfectly manicured hand to palm one, thumb flicking your swollen nipple, "get to feel every. single. part of you." she groans in between every word. her thrusts grow harsher, as does your hold on her. your blunt nails sink into the muscles of her back as you mewl out, burying your face in her neck.
"oh, fuck me…" she groans, the sound ripping deep from her chest, her eyes flickering hazel.
"i-i already am," you moan, pressing soft kisses to her pattern covered neck.
"correction baby," she says with a particularly deep thrust, "i am fucking you".
"oh my god,"you cry out, your eyes rolling back.
"that's it sweetheart, let me hear you."
"'m gonna cum… i'm so close!" you moan loudly, sinking your teeth into the skin of her neck.
she increases her speed, mumbling under her breath. you frantically shake your head, "no! no… please go back— holy shit! yes… like that, don't stop. stay just like that please," you rattle out nonsensical praise as she resumes her previous pace. you can feel all of her, everywhere. you feel so full. you can feel her in your throat.
"is that so? you can feel me here?" she asks, wrapping a hand around your neck. heat washes over you as your body tenses. blinding white pleasure surges through your body, your nails dig further into her back—sure to mark her purple patterns with your red ones—your thighs clamp shut around her hips.
"rumi," you moan loudly, tears falling from your eyes as your face twists with pleasure. "don't stop, please don't stop. feels sooo good," you whine.
her head drops down until her forehead is touching yours, "hah!" she gasps, taking it upon herself to drill into you. your eyes shoot open, "oh fuck! you're so—so deep," you cry out, "you're in me—"
"yes baby, i am currently inside of you." she nods reassuringly.
you shake your head with the little energy you have, "no… you're literally in me. you—you're touching my cervix…"
her movement stops. a soft moan pulls from her throat, the newfound information seemingly turning him on.
"why'd you stop?" you whimper, grinding your hips against hers, "keep going," you say, choking on your moans as she nudges your g-spot once more.
she moves her hand down to your hips, her grip bruising, "stay still, please." she begs, her voice suddenly quiet. and it's then that you can feel her pulsing inside of you.
"are you—?" you ask softly, clenching around her subconsciously.
"oh my god yes… don't—don't say anything. gonna make me cum…" her voice breaks on a word or two as she channels all of her energy into not spilling into your guts.
you clench again, watching her movements closely. one hand wrapped firmly around your neck—biceps bulging with the motions—and another resting, barely there, on your torso. her deep purple brows furrowed with concentration as she tried her very best to hold back her instincts.
you wrap one hand around her neck, pulling her closer until your lips ghost her cheek. nimble fingers snake their way up her spine, lightly tracing the raised edges of her battle scars before you reach her neck. she shivers, cock twitching, as you brush he hair behind her ear, leaning forward to whisper in it.
"cum in me…" you say softly, pulling back to look in her eyes, only to find them squeezed shut along with her mouth as she lets out a strangled whimper before quietly crying your name—all bravado flown out the window, as her nails dig into the skin of your hips.
you watch her in awe, warmth flooding your insides, as you clench sporadically around her.
"hah—! wait… you're so… tight."
a smile dawns on your face as you move your hands down to grip her ass, pulling her deeper, feeling her balls smush into the creamy mess that the two of you had made together.
Rumi looked like she was going haywire, hair mussed, patterns illuminating the two of you in what used to be a near pitch black room, and her eyes flickering as if they couldn't decide what color they wanted to be. she had never felt more wrecked. she had never been more beautiful.
and when she finally calmed down and the light show her body had decided to put on for you was over, she looked at you, hands trembling everywhere they touched you, she managed to rasp out a soft "wow…"
you nearly burst out laughing at the contrast, not too long ago your girl was teasing you left and right and now she could barely find the words to tell you just how good you'd made her feel.
"i agree," you nod shallowly, forcing your hands under the weight of her hair to pull her into your embrace. she let out a soft sigh, loving the way your body, your curves, fit against her own. the warmth and sweat and fluids were disgusting in the sweetest way. evidence of the night of passion the two of you had just shared.
"i love you mimi," you said, your voice slightly muffled against the scruff of her hair.
she smiled and you could feel her lips curl upward against your chest, "i love you more," she sighed. what a lie, you briefly thought but reminded yourself that your 'i love you more' arguments never truly evolved into anything more than childish banter with little to no result. you'd let her win this one. for now.
you can feel her snaking her face in between your chest, deciding not to mention it as you simply pull her closer, basking in the afterglow of your love. the moment sits, nothing but quiet breaths and two hearts beating as one, meanwhile pride fills your chest and you can't help but think:
operation: mission position — beautifully accomplished.