Frenefits

(Sexy stuff starting now, skip if you want.)

“D-Diane...I, uh...wow, I just…” Jason was finding it difficult to articulate his thoughts into words, so entranced by the sight before him that he didn’t even notice that he’d unclenched his hand and dropped his backpack to the ground.

The girl he was currently massively crushing on, the girl he was pretty sure he was now dating, was now before him in a way that made his blood catch fire and his pants uncomfortably tight.

She had somehow tied herself to his bed with rope while blindfolded, and was wearing by far some of the most provocative and arousing clothing -if you could call it that- he’d ever seen, all for him.

~If someone had told me this would be my life three weeks ago, I would have thought they were crazy. I’m with the hottest girl I’ve ever known, who can’t get pregnant, and is the second personality of another girl. I...is this a blessing or a curse?~

“I…” He was trying his best to ignore his ever increasingly erect member, which was getting well beyond the point of being painfully hard. “Am...not entirely sure I’m ok with this.”

Diane raised her head slightly and moved it in his direction, having used his voice to determine where he was. “Why not? Do you...not want me anymore?”

“No. it isn’t that…” From the familiar warm sensation pulsating through his body, his throbbing cock, and his libido that was getting more difficult to resist by the second, it was definitely not that. It was difficult for him to even keep his eyes on her face, having to actively keep his gaze from wandering to her body. No matter how many times he’d seen or felt it, he kept wanting her even more each time. “I’m just...I’ve never done this before. I don’t really like the idea of doing stuff to you when you aren’t in control or can really stop me, it makes it hard to tell if I’m doing something you don’t like.”

The corners of her lips curved upward into a warm smile. “Jason, listen to me. I trust you, completely. There’s nothing about me you don’t know, I’ve told you things I’ve never told anyone else. You’ve been nothing but nice and patient with me, tonight I’m going to reward you for that.” She shifted around on the bed a bit, presumably to get more comfortable, straightening her head to face the ceiling. “This is one of the things I was into. If you really, truly think you can’t do this with me, I’ll understand and you can untie me. However, I assure you there’s nothing you could do that would upset me. If there is, I will say something, I promise. I want you to at least try this, we can stop whenever you want.”

Her voice was confident and yet somehow also soothing, it didn’t waver in the slightest. He took a deep breath and walked forward, his hands trembling from how nervous he was. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure that I didn’t stutter.”

He gulped, exhaling loudly as he hesitantly brought his right hand forward, resting it on her inner right thigh and giving it a light squeeze. He heard her sharply inhale, and was surprised by how soft and warm she was, even though he really shouldn’t have been.

“Cupcakes.” Jason heard her whisper with shaky breath.

He turned his head to her, questioning for a moment whether she even really spoke. “What?”

“Cupcakes. It’s the safe word. If I want you to stop, that’s what I’ll say.”

Jason understood the concept of safe words, but didn’t entirely get the purpose of them. If you want whoever you were doing stuff with the stop, why wouldn’t you just say ‘stop’? He was sure there was some explanation for that, but he never felt the need to look into it.

“Ok.” Jason whispered back, his eyes drifting to the two beautiful mounds of flesh on her chest.

He ignored the anxiety inside of him, bringing his left hand up and towards her breast. He slipped it under the thin layer of cloth, groping as much of her left breast in his hand as he could, which seemed quite small in comparison. He could feel how erect her nipple was, matching maybe even his dick in hardness. He gave it a firm squeeze, the absolute softness and addictive feeling of it just as amazing as he remembered, maybe even more so.

He heard her let out a muffled moan and murmur something under her breath, but he couldn’t make out what it was. He gave the cloth a light tug and found that it came undone rather easily, pulling it off of her as her breasts came free and bounced almost eagerly. They were just as perky as he last remembered seeing them, his chest tightening briefly as he recalled that that was technically during when Pinkie was in control.

He had a strange...urge, to run his tongue along her body. He didn’t feel comfortable admitting it out loud, but ever since they’d kissed and he discovered that her lips tasted like bubblegum, he had this curiosity in the back of his mind about how the rest of her tasted. After she licked his neck and literally made him shiver from how good it made him feel, that sense of curiosity blended with his desire to pleasure her the way she did him; it made it hard to say ‘no’ to this opportunity.

~Well...she did say there was nothing I could do to upset her. Time to test that.~

He closed his eyes and lowered his head to her solar plexus, sticking his tongue out like he was going to lick a lollipop and running it against her skin. He made a straight line from there to the spot between her tits, leaving it slick with his own saliva and her sweat.

“Oh...fuck, Jason. That’s...do it again.” Pinkamena said as her entire body shuddered, a pleading tone in her voice he’d never heard before.

He happily obliged, this time starting at her belly button. He noticed her body squirm as his hot breath hit her stomach, feeling a tinge of satisfaction at the fact he was teasing her the same way she always did him.

Jason was struggling to describe the taste, it was unique and unlike anything he’d ever tasted before. It was distinctly sweet, which was unusual because he knew sweat and skin in general were kind of salty. This was different. It was like licking cotton candy, but more...texture? He didn’t quite know how to put it into words.

What he did know was how intoxicating the taste was. There was some muskiness mixed in with the smell of her body, that sweet taste he couldn’t quite explain, along with how smooth her skin was and how she shuddered and moaned in response was too much for him. His mind was getting hazy, Jason was soon unable to think coherently anymore as raw lust began to cloud over everything. His anxiety and nervousness began to ebb away as he kept stroking her body with his tongue like it was a paintbrush and she was the canvas.

Before he knew it he was crawling on top of the bed and hovering over her, his left hand still groping her breast and his right one resting just above her groin. When his tongue reached the spot between her breasts again, Diane jerked a bit and let out another moan. He eyed her nipples for a second, curious.

He traced a circle around one of her erect nipples before popping it in his mouth, causing her to let out a yelp in response. He didn’t really know what he was doing acting entirely on instinct and urge. Regardless, from how raspy and erratic her breathing was, and how rapid her heartbeat was, Diane was clearly enjoying it.

“R-Randal...never.” She paused, audibly gulping. “Did anything...like this.”

For one of the few times in his life, Jason felt proud of something he did. He didn’t know much about Randal, other than he sounded like the worst kind of person to be with. Knowing that he was pleasuring her in a way Randal never did made him happy.

Jason brought his right hand down to her crotch, rubbing the outside of her vagina through her thong. He was shocked at the amount of raw heat coming from that spot before he even touched it, and how wet he could tell she was. He pushed the thong aside and slipped his middle finger into her pink folds, the sound of her moaning like music to his ears. His mouth receded from her breast, tracing the tip of his tongue up her chest to her neck. As soon as he reached her chin, she lurched forward, capturing his lips in a sudden passionate kiss.

Taking advantage of his hesitation, Diane forced her tongue past his lips. Her kissing was filled with emotion and desire that he tried to reciprocate the best he could. Even though he was on top of her and teasing her insides with a finger, he still had the feeling that she was really the one in control.

The kiss ended quickly, a trail of saliva between their lips as they both breathed heavily. He slowly opened his eyes, glad that the moon was bright enough to illuminate the room and allow him to see her. Diane’s face was red and flushed; she had a broad grin on as she tried to catch her breath. It was incredibly sultry, but then again Jason was finding every little moan or twitch of her body alluring at the moment. Judging from how hot his own face felt, Jason was probably making a similar grin.

“Jason...I need you inside me, all of you.”

To Jason, those words were the go ahead he’d been waiting for. He feverishly brought his hands to the buckle of his belt, unfastening it with more vigor than he’d ever done anything before. With a light clang his pants and belt were tossed to the floor. His shirt followed them just before he lowered his body to where his erect dick was just outside her entrance.

“Wait!” Diane suddenly exclaimed. “Take off my blindfold first. I…” She lowered her head, the corners of her lips spreading into a sadistic smirk. “I want to see it enter me.”

Her words were honeyed and ardent, making it impossible for him to say no. He brought his left hand under her head and gently raised it, undoing the simple overhand knot as the blindfold slipped off her and fell to the ground. Jason found himself captivated by her beautiful blue eyes, the light behind them, and the fact that blue was his favorite color, made it his favorite part of her body.

He could see how much desire and emotion was behind her eyes as she looked back at him: The way she was slightly looking downward but still maintaining eye contact with him, how she was fluttering her eyelashes at him to taunt him. The hot, rapid gust of air that hit his face each time she breathed, the way her chin was trembling in excitement and anticipation.

He thought Friday was the best night of his life, but this? He already knew that he’d be looking back on this and wanting to repeat it for the rest of his life, and now that he was with Diane, they could create moments like this for as long as they were together.

He followed her gaze down to his still fully erect member, hovering just outside of her perfectly pink pussy. While using every ounce of self control he still had left, he lowered his lower body as slowly as he could. As soon as his tip entered her, he tightly closed his lips and had to lightly bite the inside of his cheek to resist the nearly overwhelming urge to slide the rest of his inches in at once. His body was wracked with his pent up sexual desire, screaming at him to force himself into her and take control. However, his mind was telling him that her enjoying this was just as important to him as his own pleasure. He didn’t want to rush this, he wanted to enjoy it, savor every moment.

His penis fit inside like it was the last piece of a puzzle. A slight squelching noise reached his ears as he felt his cock get slick with her juices. His cock felt perfectly warm, her insides encompassing and squeezing his phallus like it didn’t ever want to let it go. The more of himself that he pushed in, the harder he found it to pull out. It fit in her so...snuggly, which felt like an adjective he’d use to describe putting clothes on rather than putting his penis inside of someone, but it felt right. Something about this time wasn’t like before. Friday was more...spontaneous, there was little forewarning.

With this he sort of knew what to expect, Diane had promised before that something like this would be happening. Now, he knew that she was going to be staying the night. No rush, no place either of them had to be after this and nothing either of them needed to do. They could take their time and enjoy every second, burn this night into their memories.

That’s exactly what Jason intended to do.

As soon as those last inches were in, his balls pressing against her plump rump, a sense of euphoria spread throughout his body. It was like Friday, but stronger than before, something he didn’t think was possible. He couldn’t stop himself from letting out a loud moan as he was overwrought with elation, the carnal knowledge he was engaging with her was by far the most intimate and closest he’d been with someone. His arms, which were on both sides of the bed beside her, were quivering as he struggled to not just collapse and give in.

“Jason…” Diane whispered, panting like a dog on a hot day. “When...you’re inside me…” She tried to suppress a groan as she shifted, raising her lower body upwards and trying to get him as deep into her as she could. “It’s like...you’re filling up a hole inside of me that only you can. I mean it...Both Pinkie and I...have never felt as close to anyone as when I’m with you.”

He glanced up at her, their eyes making contact again. She had raised her head to look at him, a smile so wide it reached her eyes, which were practically sparkling. There was lust behind them, but also something gentler. A warmth he could only describe as joy, the same kind of look he usually associated with Pinkie.

Jason knew he should have been happy that she was looking at him like that, the same way he would see couples look at each other in the hallway. To a point, he was. At the same time, his entire body was trembling with sexual desire. His mind was completely hazed, his impulse to thrust into her and dominate her made it impossible for him to even form words. He did his best to return her gentle smile, placing his hands on her hips. In one swift motion, he pulled his cock out to the very tip, before pushing it back in as far as he could and pushing her body against his.

Diane responded with a loud squeal, arching her back and pushing against the rope around her wrist and ankles. Being inside of her felt so...perfect! Pulling out, even for just a moment, almost felt wrong to do. Each time he thrusted back in, he felt like he got a little deeper in, and her inner walls squeezed him tighter. It was like her vagina didn’t want him to remove his cock anymore than he did.

Soon, he was absorbed in the rhythm and lost in the rapture. Diane broke eye contact and lowered her head again, her eyes half-lidded and glazed over like she was in a trance. Seconds later she was wearing a lopsided grin and her tongue was sticking out, licking her lips eagerly as his cock slipped in and out of her, slick with both of their own body fluids and followed with the loud slapping of their flesh colliding. Each time he gave her every bit of his length he had, she let out a loud moan, thrashing her lower body in time with his thrust.

He followed her gaze, watching along with her the sight of the center of their coitus, joining her in moaning whenever he fully entered her. He soon understood why she was so interested in watching. There was a certain satisfaction in it, in observing the process that was giving them so much bliss, almost like a guilty pleasure. Jason had watched porn before, but actually watching it happen while he was the one doing it was...exhilarating! He felt like he was doing something he shouldn’t be, biting the forbidden fruit.

It made the entire experience somehow more perfect. His heart was beating harder than it had ever beat before, he couldn’t stop smiling, and no matter how much he was sweating and how tired his body told him he was, he didn’t want to stop. Everything about this night was perfect.

Jason quickly lost himself, ignoring everything and focusing on the pleasure. To him, the only sounds that were in the room were their combined moans and yelps of ecstasy, accompanied by the loud slaps of their bodies with each thrust. Every now and again, amidst her panting and gasps of pleasure, she’d curse under her breath whenever he thrusted a certain way. He wasn’t sure why, but learned very rapidly the best way to do it that got the most reaction out of her.

He got a small blot of sadistic satisfaction at every moan and yelp she made, understanding more about why Diane was such a tease. He was also starting to get why people were into bondage. If he just kept in mind that Diane wants this and is enjoying it just as much as he is, he could allow himself to bathe in the pleasure of having control over her like this. He had always had such little control in his life, he had become content with it and it never bothered him. However, now that he had a small taste of it, even in just the confined space of this bedroom, it was just as intoxicating as everything else.

Out of a mixture of how absurdly aroused he was in the moment, his absolute privation of self-control as he indulged in his primal desires, and how pent up he’d been the past couple of days, he ejaculated inside of her faster than he normally would have. Jason couldn’t stop the loudest groan he’d ever made from escaping his mouth. It was guttural and almost loud enough to be a scream. As he did, he pulled out to the tip of his cock one last time and thrusted back inside her with everything he had left, hot spooge spurting out of his urethra and deep inside of her, his cock throbbing eagerly with each pump.

As soon as he came inside her, she let out a mixture of a delighted squeal and a shriek of pleasure, her hips buckling against him as she pushed against her restraints, raising her body towards his as much as she could. He tightened his grip on her waist and pushed it down as much as he could, feeling her vaginal walls squeeze his cock tighter than before, trying to drain him dry of every last drop he had.

When the last shot of jizz was sent inside her, he collapsed on top of her, all his vigor gone following the immense release that build up had been leading to. His head landed on her chest, the spot between her breast and directly on her heart, listening to her heartbeat like she had done to him before. It was rapid and loud like a drum, but there was a certain rhythm to it that was almost soothing.

They were both breathing heavily, he was still inside her and fully erect, but he was sure if he pulled out he would quickly go flaccid. He felt Diane lower her mouth a bit, kissing him on top of his head, then the sound of her pulling against the rope around her ankles again.

“Jason...untie me.” She asked in a raspy voice.

Jason heard her, but it took him a couple of seconds to register it, he was currently experiencing something akin to jetlag. He took a deep breath and raised his head, quickly missing the sound of her heart beat reverberating throughout her body. He reached down and undid the ones around her ankles, finding they were tied with the same knots and just as easy to undo as the one with her blindfold.

As soon as he undid the ones on her wrist, she embraced her lips with his in another kiss. It was just as sensual and passionate as any other time. She brought her hands to both sides of his face, then wrapped it around his neck and brought him closer to her in a tight embrace. For a moment, Jason felt bliss as he sank into her body and closed his eyes, the intimacy and closeness in that moment was all he ever could have asked for.

Just as the moment began, it stopped when Diane suddenly flipped him over with her on top. He sluggishly opened his eyes out of shock, seeing that she had taken advantage of his surprise and tied his hands together above his head.

She was wearing that signature sadistic smirk of hers again.

“You didn’t really think I’d be satisfied with just once, did you?” She leaned down and whispered into his ear, giving his ear lobe a long lick as she traced it, similar to how he did to her earlier.

Jason didn’t have the time to even react, so taken back and effectively stunned by how quickly he had lost control and she had taken it back. He could do little more than shiver at the euphoric sensation of the way she licked his ear, his cock giving another weak throb as it was still inside her.

She flashed him a fox like grin as she lifted her body, his half erect cock slipping out of her with a wet squelching noise. “A little interesting fact about me.” He heard her say as she lowered her body, grabbing his cock in her hand, her mouth hovering above it and blowing hot breath on his tip as she panted. “I like the way I taste.”

With that she practically devoured his cock, still slick with both of their liquids, taking its entire length without a moment's hesitation. Since he just came, the tip of his cock was still very sensitive, his baby batter still dripping from it. With the way her tongue was swirling around the head, her head bobbing as his cock returned to it’s full erect glory, it was an overwhelming sensation of sudden pleasure. He couldn’t help but moan and pull against the restraints. He stopped squirming for a few seconds in surprise when his legs refused to move though. Looking down, Diane had managed to tie his ankles. Jason tried to ask her how and when that happened, but her tongue chose that second to roll over the tip of his cock, forcing the question from his mind as he bit the corner of his lip.

As soon as the bulbous tip of his member reached the back of her throat, getting fully erect again faster than he ever had before, she pulled it out. Her long tongue lopped out eagerly, licking his urethra as his cock was now covered in a new coat of liquid, holding it in her hand and giving it agonizingly slow strokes as she stared back at him longingly.

“I liked being dominated, and I’m sure you enjoyed dominating me. But now, we’re going to see how you like being the one who’s tied up and getting fucked.”

She lifted her body up, placing her left hand on his chest, her lower body hovering above his. She moved her hips around until her entrance was directly above his dick, bringing her right hand down to her penis fly trap and spreading her lips. He couldn’t help but watch. Something inside him reveled at seeing his thick white semen drip out of her and onto him; how her pussy was covered and filled with so many liquids from the both of them that it had a visible sheen to it.

“Remember, the safe word is Cupcakes.”

Some part of him expected that she would, as slowly as possible, guide herself down so he could watch. Instead, she took all of his manhood in a single swift motion. She tossed her head back and sighed, her right hand rubbing the little pink nub at the top of her vagina.

“One more time.” She whispered as she lowered her head, bringing it down to Jason’s. Her long, pink hair covered most of her face, but he could still see it clearly. The wide grin on her face, her heavy panting and red hued look, her blue eyes filled with something similar to wanderlust as she looked down at him.

It was a stark contrast to how she was just last night. It was how he preferred to see her.

“You’ve got…” She brought her mouth to his neck, licking him from his collarbone to his right ear lobe. “One more in you, right?” She whispered into his ear, her voice pleading with him as she gently nibbled on his earlobe.

~How could I say no to that?~

“Y-yeah, I think so?” Jason said as he tried to move at all, his libido coming back with a vengeance, making the feeling of his cock just sitting inside her without moving frustrating in a way he’d never experienced before.

“Good.”

She raised her body again, glancing down between her legs as she raised her hips, he could just barely make out the tip. She let out a deep sigh as she pushed back down, placing both her hands on his chest as she started to ride him. He peered up at her, seeing she had that same expression on her face as Friday. Her eyes half closed and filled with lust, her tongue hanging out of the corner of her mouth as she let out moans that got louder with each bounce.

Diane was slamming down hard and desperately onto his cock, like it was the last thing she’d ever do. Combined with how sensitive his cock still was, basically his entire pelvis area was experiencing a dull pain. Yet, at the risk of feeling a tad like a masochistic, Jason kind of liked it. It was comparable to whenever he’d get the occasional cramp, the stark feeling of relief as the muscles relaxed wherever the cramp was easing. This was stronger though, and was still accompanied with a bit of pain with each downward thrust of Diane’s hips, which somehow made it better.

Maybe it was just the fact that the pain was being caused by the hottest girl he knew screwing herself silly on top of him. That probably helped.

At first, Jason disliked being tied up like he was now, having gotten used to and enjoying the dominant role for the short period he had it. Now that his ardor was taking over again though, he was enjoying not having to do anything and letting someone else just completely take over. If he really tried, he could probably break the restraints, even as weak as he was compared to most men.

But something about the illusion that he was just a slave to her whim, that she was in complete and utter control, was alluring and aroused him further. He could also tell with that devious glint in her eyes and the way she was staring down at him, that she was just as turned on by being on top as he had been just moments ago. The faster she picked up her bouncing and harder she brought herself down, the more her nails dug into his chest as the melody of her moans got louder. He honestly didn’t mind the pain, it actually helped him focus on the pleasure more.

After just a few moments of Diane taking him like this, Jason’s libido began to overwhelm his body's concerns. All sense of time and dull fatigue was pushed to the back of his mind like trying to remember a dream. Despite this, his entire lower body was still rebelling and telling him to stop and rest, still not having recovered. He got the idea that he was going to be absurdly sore tomorrow. Regardless, he did his best to push through, fairly sure he was ‘feeling the burn’, as he’d heard in several workout commercials.

With every ounce of strength he had, he tried to match her pace, squirming beneath her and using his knees to help Diane bounce on top of him. It was messy and chaotic. Their breathing, moaning, and heartbeats weren’t in sync like the few sex scenes he’d seen where the couples were perfectly in tune. He could briefly feel the rapid beating of her heart where their bodies were connected, just as erratic as his own but dancing to its own beat.

Even so, despite their motions being out of sync like two musicians who’d never played together, they were still the same. Feeling the same overwhelming, mind clouding, numbing pleasure. They were making the same noises like animals breeding in the wild going hand in hand with the wet, meaty slaps of their flesh and creaking of the bed. If they looked, they’d have found the same jubilant and awestruck smile on each other as they both watched the intersection of their sex like it was their entire worlds.

In that moment, they were the same, and couldn’t have possibly been more intimate or close. Jason added on to the list of things he now understood about Diane, finding the list of stuff he didn’t understand getting drastically smaller. When she said that she had sex not for the pleasure, but for the intimacy, he didn’t get it at first. How was that any different than hugging someone? Even after they’re previous session of coitus, he was much more concentrated on not messing up than truly enjoying the moment.

Now he got it. Now that they were connected in the closest way possible, with him being inside her and her dropping her mask and showing him who she really was, he got it. In this moment, the intimacy and bliss being shared between them allowed both of them to understand one another in ways nothing else could. She understood him better than anyone he’d ever known, Jason actually liked himself around her, and felt he could be genuine. Also, for once, he thought he understood why she was the way she is. There was no awkwardness, no anxiety or nervousness when there was eye contact between them. Nothing existed but how he felt and who he was deep down.

Her, both Diane and Pinkie, and only them, had truly broken his shell that had held him back his entire life.

Jason was enlightened by this. A plethora of emotions, all positive, began to overwhelm him. His last few thrusts were almost mindless and desperate, some part of him having sensed he would be releasing again deep inside her soon, and intending to give her everything he had left. The girl, no, the woman who offered him everything deserved nothing less. He wanted to combine his physical pleasure with his emotional breakthrough in hopes of arriving at the absolute peak of fulfillment he could.

When he reached climax, along with their combined screams of pleasure as he could discern she came almost at the same he did, he couldn’t help but cry. A hot tear rolled down his face as his screaming groveled down to something between a sob and a moan. The strongest sense of relief and happiness he’d ever experienced rose to the surface like boiling water in a pot.

As he shot what he was sure was the last of the semen he had, almost positive that once again his balls actually shrank a bit, she collapsed on top of him with a sharp gasp. His hands relaxed as her fingers were no longer digging into him, leaving small red marks behind on his chest that weren’t deep enough to bleed, but would likely take a day or two before fading away completely.

Without either making any more noise than their shallow breathing, she raised her right arm above her and effortlessly undid the restraints on his wrist, then down to his ankles before plopping back down on his chest like she had no energy left in her at all. As soon as the ropes were off, he acted on the first impulse that came to mind, wrapping his arms around her and pulling Diane as close to him as he could, biting his lip to stop himself from letting out another sob of relief. He wanted to capture it, to grasp the intimacy between them like it was a real, tangible thing.

He peered down at her, able to tell from where her long eyelashes were that her eyes were closed. Her long, gorgeous straight hair covering most of her face, some of it slick with her own sweat. Yet, without a shadow of a doubt, he could see that little grin of hers. A distinct satisfaction, like she’d just finished the biggest and best meal of her life and was about to sleep better than she ever had before.

She raised her body a bit, her arms shaking as they struggled to hold herself up, and gave him a peck on the lips. She opened her eyes and glanced down as she raised her lower body too, his dick popping out and going flacid in moments. Doing so unleashed the floodgates of her vagina, the semen he’d shot into her began to pool out of her, resembling a donut someone took a bite out of. Rather than some grape flavored filling, it was his own man jelly that began to make a small puddle on his pelvis, some of it leaking down onto his bed.

(Sexy stuff over now.)

“Wow, you really…” Diane said with a surprised sounding scoff. “Came a lot inside me. Like, a lot. I guarantee you if I could get pregnant, I would be.”

Jason couldn’t stop himself from smirking, a joke coming to mind that exemplified more than anything just how dirty his thoughts had really become. “I guess…” He tried to catch his breath as he spoke, the endorphins and adrenaline fading away and making him realize just how exhausted he was. “You’re a CreamPie now, huh?”

She laughed. It wasn’t just a laugh, it was identical to the one he heard the first time they’d met. It gave him a sense of nostalgia, which felt almost wrong since that wasn’t even really that long ago.

“That…” Diane said, collapsing on top of him with a playful slap on his chest, which stung a bit more than it should have. “Was by far the worst joke I’ve ever heard. That means something since Pinkie has made some terrible ones, you have no idea how much I envy you for not having to experience her pun phase.”

She looked up at him, her mouth open like she was going to say something else before abruptly stopping. Her eyes narrowed and her smirk dropped into a frown, shifting to a much more concerned expression.

“You’re crying.” She said as she brought her right hand up to his face, trembling slightly as her thumb traced his cheek and wiped away his tear. “Why are you crying? Did you...not like it? Did I...do something wrong?”

The sudden transpose from her usual cocky and confident tone, to a meek one that sounded like a little girl who knew she’d done something wrong was so extreme and sharp that it actually hurt his heart to hear. He shook his head back and forth as he gazed down at her, bringing his right hand up to her head as her soft hair interlocked his fingers, playing with her hair like she had said she liked.

“No Diane...I’m happy. I’m....” He gave her the best smile he could, which felt more real than any he’d given before. “Just so happy and relieved. How could I not cry? I’ve never felt like this before! I have everything anyone could ever want. You’ve made me happier than I could have thought possible, I can’t put it into words, crying is the closest I can get.”

She cusped the side of his cheek, a tear rolling down from her left eye as she let out a wet sob. “Jason...You have no idea what that means to me. I...I’ve spent so long just trying to make someone, anyone, happy! I..didn’t think I could do it, that a fuck up, an accident like me wouldn’t be able to make anyone happy. To hear you say that is…” Her hand fell as her head slowly dropped, resting her head on his chest like it was a pillow. “If I could cry right now, I would. But, Pinkie didn’t exactly get a lot of sleep last night. That, which was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life by the way, took everything out of me.”

He could tell how tired she was because of how close they were. Her entire body was quivering, her legs and arms especially so. They were both so soaked in sweat that he was sure if there wasn’t the thick smell of sex in the room, it would be impossible to ignore it. Every part of her body that was on top of him was completely relaxed and would flinch every now and again, he didn’t think she could move even if she tried. He typically would have been disgusted by the various liquids covering his lower body, they were warm but he could also tell they were very sticky and kind of felt gross.

But he didn’t have the energy left to be disgusted, or to really do anything. Both his hands were stagnant on her body, fatigue setting in so quickly and heavily he found it near impossible to keep his eyes open. As he closed his eyes and darkness encompassed his vision, there was one thought left on his mind. His self control and self regulation gone and not there to prevent him from turning it into words, his anxiety not there to warn him of what could go wrong by saying it.

“Diane.”

“Hm?”

“I think...I love you.”

His words came out as nothing more than a raspy whisper, but from the way her fingers, which had been tracing a circle around his nipple idly, stopped. She had heard him. He couldn’t look down to see the expression on her face, as curious as he was about it. His senses were dulling very quickly, he knew with absolute certainty the soreness he’d be feeling in the morning would come with likely the worst pain he’s ever experienced in his life, and yet he didn’t dread it.

The last thing he felt before slipping into unconsciousness was Diane kissing his chest where his heart was, raising herself up and bringing her mouth to his ear, whispering to him six words in a gentle tone he thought only a mother would be capable of.

“I think I love you too.”