[ Hearing that she feels good to him (especially that she doesn’t feel better than normal) thrills her as much as the way he grabs onto her, at how distinctly she can feel him filling out against her. The tail certainly isn’t ideal, in more than one way, but she’s oddly excited by how sensitive it is, how well she can feel him. It’s a poor replacement for actually having him inside of her, of course, and the thought that she could be stuck like this permanently starts creeping in again, though she’s quick to push it aside in favor of focusing on Bellamy’s words. ]
You’ll return the favor some other time, [ she murmurs against his jaw, lips grazing across his skin in light, teasing kisses as she pulls back to look at him. ] I’m not worried. [ Even if they hadn’t just agreed on a very good celebration when she’s back to normal, even if she somehow got stuck like this, she knows Bellamy would find a way to return the favor.
She notices the difference in his expression and while she’s charmed by it on some level, it simply won’t do. (And not just because on some level deep down, beneath the thrill of her swim and finding Bellamy with his hand on his dick, she’s self-conscious about the tail.) One hand keeps him held against her tail, thumb slowly circling along the head of his erection, while the other moves to cup his face. ] I would want you just as bad if you were the one with the tail, you know. [ Catching a stray droplet from his cheek, Clary shifts herself closer, pressing their chests together so he can feel something that hasn’t changed, too. ]
There is nothing that you could do, or say, or become that would make me want you any less, Bellamy. [ She pauses, just for a moment, before her soft smile shifts to something more salacious and flirty, obviously not bothered by his arousal. ] And for the record? I like that you’re this hard for me now, with the tail, because it would make want I want do to really difficult if you weren’t.
CONTINUATION — when your crush becomes ariel 🧜🏻♀️
[ Hearing that she feels good to him (especially that she doesn’t feel better than normal) thrills her as much as the way he grabs onto her, at how distinctly she can feel him filling out against her. The tail certainly isn’t ideal, in more than one way, but she’s oddly excited by how sensitive it is, how well she can feel him. It’s a poor replacement for actually having him inside of her, of course, and the thought that she could be stuck like this permanently starts creeping in again, though she’s quick to push it aside in favor of focusing on Bellamy’s words. ]
You’ll return the favor some other time, [ she murmurs against his jaw, lips grazing across his skin in light, teasing kisses as she pulls back to look at him. ] I’m not worried. [ Even if they hadn’t just agreed on a very good celebration when she’s back to normal, even if she somehow got stuck like this, she knows Bellamy would find a way to return the favor.
She notices the difference in his expression and while she’s charmed by it on some level, it simply won’t do. (And not just because on some level deep down, beneath the thrill of her swim and finding Bellamy with his hand on his dick, she’s self-conscious about the tail.) One hand keeps him held against her tail, thumb slowly circling along the head of his erection, while the other moves to cup his face. ] I would want you just as bad if you were the one with the tail, you know. [ Catching a stray droplet from his cheek, Clary shifts herself closer, pressing their chests together so he can feel something that hasn’t changed, too. ]
There is nothing that you could do, or say, or become that would make me want you any less, Bellamy. [ She pauses, just for a moment, before her soft smile shifts to something more salacious and flirty, obviously not bothered by his arousal. ] And for the record? I like that you’re this hard for me now, with the tail, because it would make want I want do to really difficult if you weren’t.