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fem!john price; her pussy tastes like pepsi cola

fem!john price x gn!reader

the sapphic brainrot has started 🙃 inspired by @iciclesses’s post on fem!john

| face riding, mild breath play | gn!reader

wordcount; 1073

Jane takes a long draw of her cigar, the butt glowing orange in the dimly lit room. Her heavy breasts rise as she fills her lungs, her face disappearing behind her pink nipples. She’s careful not to hold it over you. Your bare skin vulnerable to hot cinders.

You watch, waiting. Fingers along the back of her thighs, tracing the tracks of her stretch marks.

She hums, releasing the smoke in a long, powerful exhale. Her lips puckering in the way thats made you stop in your tracks. The fog curls around her plump lips, framing around them. You want to crawl up and kiss them, but her body keeps you pinned to the bed.

You sniff, trying to catch a whiff. She refuses to let you smoke it. Putting the thing away whenever you bring it up. You know better than to ask right now.

You’ll convince her to breathe it into your mouth one day.

She shifts, leaning to put it on the ashtray she keeps at her bedside table, weight leaving your chest for just a few seconds. Her dark bush hovering over your face, so close to your mouth- but she sits back before you can do anything.

“You did well this week.” Her husky voice always makes a shiver run down your spine. Hand running along your jaw, thumb dusting across your cheek.

You’d certainly tried. You’re still not the best cook, used to throwing together quick and inconsistent meals. But you feel a sort of pride whenever you have a warm, hearty meal waiting when Jane comes home. Her laundry folded and hung up in the closet. A clean bathroom, with a candle already lit for her bath.

You want to make sure you’re pulling your weight. You'd reassured her you’d look for a new job as soon as possible when they'd let you go. Teary-eyed and afraid of the future.

“There's no rush.” She’d said.

You’re mouths already open, tongue out, when she sits on your face.

Wiry hair fills your nostrils as you nudge between her folds. Warm, hot flesh as you drag your tongue over it. Dipping briefly into her but continuing to her clit. Wanting to feel the puffy nub. Roll it around a little, tease her for as much as she'll allow before you slide your tongue into her waiting hole.

Her hitched breath is the best sound in the world, second only to her coming.

Curling inside her, like you’re trying to scoop out as much of her juice as possible. Greedily drinking every drop from her war torn body.

Her hips shift and you know to take a quick breath before her thighs clamp around your head. The world muffled and dark. Only able to smell her musky scent, taste her dripping hole, and hear her thudding pulse against your ear.

Arms hooked over her thighs, your fingers dig into her soft flesh, possibly bruising her skin. She never seems to mind them.

Her hole flutters above you and you want to stuff something inside it. Stretch it out. Your fingers maybe. A dildo if you had one. You have a girthy hairbrush handle but she forbade you from ever using it again.

If she wanted something inside her would have let you know. She keeps your arms firmly stuck to your side with her calves.

She rocks her hips, dragging her wet cunt over your face, pulling at your lips. You try to chase it, following her grinding pattern as best you can. Her clit rubbing against the button of your nose. It’s almost painful, bending cartilage, but you hardly notice.

You stop trying to mouth at her, instead, letting her just grids to the dips and curves of your face since that's what she seems to want to do. You stick your tongue out, hopping to catch against her hole.

The beds starting to shake, creaking with every movement of her large body. You can hear the slap of her breast against her soft skin.

She grinds every stress, every annoying inconvenience, every frustration, into your face.

You want her too.

You’ve seen the weight she carries. The lives that still haunt her. You’ll happily take it. Stagger behind her, carrying her burdens in your arms for a moment so she can have some well-deserved peace.

A sound comes out of you, greedy and animalistic. Muffled by her plush cunt. You know she likes the sound of it because her hole clenches.

She eases off, but only just. You breathe a little easier. Panting open mouthed, still keeping your face against her. You’re not sure when you became so desperate. Chasing her after her warm cunt like a kitten. She knows it too.

Your lips only seal around her clit for a second, she must have been waiting, as she completely sitson you. Pushing your head deep into the mattress. You feel like someone possessed. Sucking her nub into your mouth. Abusing it with your tongue the way she likes. Devouring her as a tightness begins to grip your chest. She doesn’t buck, doesn’t grind, doesn’t move, but you can feel her clit pulse, her legs starting to tremble. She wants you to be the one to make her come.

Your fingernails dig into her skin, a delirious need to feel her come undone over you. However, you’re not sure if it’s from arousal or your lack of oxygen.

Her cunt clenches and you know you have her. Sloppily mouthing over her, flattening your tongue- refusing to stop even as you run out of air- you chase it, relentless, until you hear a moan rip from her lungs. Even from between her thighs it’s a beautiful sound from the near silent woman.

Her body bucks uncontrollably, muscles spasming as her orgasm overtakes her. Her clit throbs in your mouth, gently pinned between your teeth. Her come leaks from her fluttering hole. Dripping a milky trail onto your chin, down your neck.

Her weight disappears from you all at once. Air fills your lungs, smokey and warm.

You see her looking down a you, a flush over her cheeks, the roll under her chin. Her fingers push aside the hair at your temple and you lazily lean into her touch. You’re only a little dizzy.

“how we doin love?”

Can you be in love with someone’s voice? You certainly think so.

You give her a crooked smile, “I’m fantastic.”