Writer: Admin C Warnings: food play, smut. Marshmallows. That was the prop that they had given Joy for the photoshoot. Tons and tons of the small, fluffy treats. The other girls had gotten other sweets, chocolate and lollipops and such, but Joy had marshmallows. “These look so tasty,” Joy teased when she wasn’t shooting. She would take one from the bags he was holding and eat it as slowly, and as teasingly as possible. You would sit there and watch as she stuck it on her tongue and then pulled it into her mouth, finishing with a slow lick to her full lips. “Do you want one?” she asked, holding it out to you, eyes wide and innocent. When you would decline she smiled and ate it instead, smirking as she chewed the gelatinous sugar. After a fifteen minute break, the whole group had changed. Each girl went from cute little dresses that matched their candy, to revealing crop tops, jean shorts to match. You gulped when they smothered Seulgi’s stomach in chocolate syrup. You but your lip when they covered Wendy in caramel. You almost fainted when they made a whipped cream sundae out of Irene. All because you knew exactly what they would do to Joy too. You watched as they took marshmallow fluff and smeared it all over Joy’s smooth, porcelain skin. She smiled and giggled as it tickled her sides, but you were straight faced, watching as they made her look absolutely… Delectable. There was nothing more you would’ve wanted to do than lay her down right then and there, licking every inch of her body free of the fluff. You wanted to watch her writhe and whimper as your tongue teased the sensitive parts of her body. You wanted to cover yourself like Seulgi and make a smore with yours and Joy’s bodies. “How do I look?” Joy asked, coming up to you once she was covered. She took her finger and ran it up the inside of her thigh, gathering a good sized glob of fluff. Holding it up, inches from your mouth, she smiled. “Wanna taste?” You opened your mouth involuntarily and leaned forward. Being the tease that she was, she pulled her finger away, your mouth following, until your mouth was on hers. “Joy, on set!” A loud voice yelled, taking you from your trance. Joy pulled away and sucked her finger clean, making sure to get every bit off. With a wink she skipped away, back onto set. Another torturous hour later and the shoot was finally over. The girls cleaned themselves off, except Joy, who grabbed your hand and pulled you into the empty dressing room, locking the door behind her. “I think I need help getting cleaned up,” she pouted, poking out her bottom lip as she made her way back towards you. A smirk crossed your lips. With one sweep you had Joy laid out on the floor, her hands pinned above her head, and your hips pushing down on hers. You eagerly dip your head down, taking a long, slow lick on her collarbone, the sweet taste of marshmallows taking over your senses. “You tortured me all day princess,” you growled into her ear. Her chest started rising and falling more rapidly as her breathing became more erratic. “I. Wanted to. Taste. How sweet. You were. All day. Baby girl.” You paused every few words to clean her stomach, more and more of her pale skin revealing with every word. “I think I made a mess down there,” Joy said sweetly, looking down at the shorts she was wearing. There was a trail of white leading down past the waistline. Obliging, you slid down her half clean body, slowly taking her jeans with you. When she was just in her underwear, you started licking her thighs clean of the treat. “Please clean me up baby,” Joy begged when you licked all the way up to her panty line, but no further. You smirked as you swallowed, taking her panties off and throwing them off to the side. Her pussy was completely covered in fluff. It was like you were in a candy shop, and the best treat was beckoning for you to spend all your allowance on it. Your face disappeared between her thighs as you place your lips on the mess. Marshmallow mixed with her sweet juices, the taste even sweeter on your tongue than before. You didn’t stop once she was clean either. You kept licking up and down her wet, sweet pussy, reveling in the taste that faded from marshmallows to all her sweetness. You suck her clit into your mouth like a lollipop, causing her hands to twist into your hair and pull. Her face scrunches upend her mouth falls open in a moan. “So sweet,” you say, muffled because you don’t want to move your mouth and lose any flavor. “So fucking sweet baby.” Your tongue swirls in her juices, peaking teasingly into her slit. She groans and whimpers, but you don’t relent. Instead you move your tongue faster. Joy’s body shakes as she creeps over the edge, her orgasm spraying all over you. When she’s finished you place a small peck on her entrance, then sitting up and going back to holding her hips down with yours. “I hope you’re ready for round two. You’re still dirty, my naughty baby.”
The fork cartel is out to brainwash people. And make sure that you have an adult cut your watermelon and roast your marshmallows. That way when they cut or burn their hands, you can still eat the watermelon.
This year has moved like a freeze dance, a tiptoeing around before sun up, and I plan to spend this last sip of it cloud gazing and dreaming in the lingering haze of 2021’s strange slumber
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(All this to say, let’s calmly slink along and occasionally check out amidst the holiday frenzy.)
