DDLG, Kittenplay, rants, sexual content, coarse language.
I was wearing a baggy, black pull-over hoodie and shorts; My hair was down and messy; and my mood was no where near nice. Usually this means that I'm angered. And that usually ment venting to Brendon. Which we both enjoyed. Mostly Brendon though. Pretty much I rant to him... but I also ride him at the same time. It doesn't necessarily mean undressing completely, it means I do the classic push-to-the-side alternative, and Brendon just needs to pull down his pants.
I barged into the house and slammed the door with all the power I could muster. When I flopped to the floor and screamed into my hands, Brendon appeared with a distraught look plastered against his features.
"What's wrong?"
"I need to rant" I said finally looking up at him. His brows raised, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"Okay, let's go to the room then" he said while waiting for me to follow. I sighed and got up from the floor and walked behind my boyfriend. I don't know how it came to this and how this thing became like a routine for us. Like I guess it's from one time when I was super mad, but at the time Brendon was horny, and he finally convinced me to vent while it happened; and ever since we've been doing this everytime I wanted to rant.
When we made it to the room, Brendon flopped on the bed and laid there while smiling inanely at me. I rolled my eyes and crawled above his body. While I begain to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants slightly, Brendon spoke.
"So, what's wrong, Babygirl?" And this is how it starts everytime. And this is always how I begin: "Well, I was just minding my own business..." and then this is the part I fully get him out and where I push my shorts to the side, "and then this girl came up to me..." I slide him into me and let out a few whimpers, he places his hands on my hips and looks me in the eyes, "she asked if I was the one who was with you..." I began to move, "and I said, yeah, and I was being super nice with her and I was ready for her to..." I let out a small noise and placed my hands on his stomach, "ask for a picture, but she..." I let out a small moan and bunched up his shirt in my fists, "hit me, then I fell a-and," my voice began to break slightly, "s-she laughed at me!" I sped up a bit, "a-and then I got up to d-defend myself" I said while hearing him nod and grunt, "and then we fought for a good f-five minutes," I said before changing my angle, "and I just can't fucking believe th-that I can't have a good encounter wi-without you" I said going harder and faster, "I just want to be able to walk around on my o-o-own!" I said in an high pitched tone. I felt him twitch inside me, do I kept going harder and harder, "I just wish I could always be with you" I said while going the same pace and hitting my spot everytime, "i just wish your fans acxepted me and accepted that fact that im with you" I sped a bit more and moaned a bit, "i-I-I love it w-when a fan is nice, b-but i just wish it was nice all the t-time" I heard him grunt in response. His finger tips putting pressure on my hips, "fuck, i just want to, shit, to," i was losing words as i was gettinc closer, "be a-able to be c-considered for once" i said in a breathy voice, "j just wish you could always be around" this seemed to get him off more, as I felt his warm liquid shoot it self into me, this sent me over the edge as well. I hit my spot once more and let out the orgasm. The weakens me and I fell forward onto him, breathing heavily and looking up at him.
"That was nice" he said, out of breath.
"Yeah"
"And it's okay, I'll be with you everywhe re I go now" he soothed, while storing my hair.
"Promise?" I said in an innocent voice.
"I promise, Babygirl"
Whoop dee doo it's the end.
I'm not editing this or making it longer, I'm too lazy lmao.
But I just needed to update this.
