Froot by marina and the diamonds has been playing in my head all fricken day so in my 2nd period i made a story/smut about it-
Its not very detailed ok i tried. It was early in the morning and i was going slightly crazy-
I was pushed up against the cherry tree, his hands pinning mine above my head. His plump lips passionately kissed mine. So sweet and juicy. I bit his strawberry lip, and gave him a sour apple mark on his neck.
A sweet melody moan came from his mouth, filling my ears with pleasure. His hands slowly lost grasped of mine, and i pushed him into the raspberry patch. A sly smirk on my face.
I gave a him lustful look, and his eyes went submissive. I went down to my knees and slowly crawled to him.
I lick the raspberry juice off his lips, and wrapped my arms around him.
"You taste so sweet hun~" i whisper into his ear, causing him to shiver.
He gave me a small smile.
"I've waited all my summers for you, like froot~" he responds, and caught me off guard by sucking my neck.
Now it was me who was giving him the beautiful sound of pleasure. He kept on going, slowly sucking my neck a grape color. I peeled his fruit layer off, and he did the same to me.
"Your so ripe~" He says, kissing my lips once more. His hands roamed down, touching them in places no one else does.
"No.." I moaned out, and he looked me in the eyes.
"Now's not the season to be saying no baby, I'm ripe now~"
"Like froot~"
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