Emma

squishes u (they/them)

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It'd been torture all day, having that bullet hidden tightly in your panties and knowing you couldn't release, you weren't even in control of it. It'd been driving you crazy for hours, getting ready, in the car, at lunch, in the store. It seemed every time you had composed yourself just enough, it started all over again and you could do nothing but be a good girl and take it and keep yourself from falling apart entirely. By the time you got to the party that night, you were so overstimulated it was hard to even walk, let alone dance. Having to stay calm through strong hands grabbing at your thighs, trailing your back, and grazing your ass when you least expect it. Through whispered "good girl" and "you better not" in your ear when you're so close to going over the edge. Seeing that smirk from across the room when you're grabbing drinks from the bar and your bullet starts buzzing again, making your legs wobbly and breath quicker as you walk back over to your butch who was leaning nonchalantly against the wall. As soon as you've set your drinks down, your hand finds a muscled bicep, fingernails digging in, trying to steady yourself as an involuntary whimper leaves your throat.

"Something wrong, princess?" They ask, making the toy buzz faster against you. You choke out a muffled 'please' into their neck. All you get back is a chuckle as they pull you into the back corner and push you up against the wall with one of their legs between yours and leaning against you to push the buzzing toy against you harder. Your legs begin to shake more as you try to raise yourself away from the vibrations and calm yourself back down.

"Ah-ah. Stay put. You wanted this, didn't you?" Your butch says as they push you back into the buzzing and start running their fingers under your shirt and up your side, watching in amusement as you breathe heavier and look at them with pleading eyes knowing you cant hold back much longer.

'Please- no more- I can't, I'm gonna-' you try to speak but it's all too much, the pressure, the hands, the vibrations, it's all about to make you lose the last bit of control you had left and then, just like that, it stops. The toy turns off, their hands slip out of your shirt, the only thing left is the arm around your waist holding you up and it's all too calm. You lean your head back against the brick and whimper, reaching out to pull them closer to you, almost unable to control yourself from rolling your hips forward into their leg for more. They smirk down at you and reach down to swiftly undo your pants, reach into your panties to remove the small toy, and smoothly put it in their pocket. You sigh almost in relief before their hand is back in your panties, touching you ever so gently, dipping inside of you for just a second, and then it's gone. You whimper in protest just as their soaked fingers are pushed into your mouth and you taste yourself on them, sucking in pleasure instinctively.

"There's a good girl." they praise as they remove their fingers from your mouth and plunge them back into your pants, rubbing on your overstimulated clit and smirking when you buck your hips and moan for them. You're back on the edge in no time, with fingers inside you, a hand teasing one of your nipples, and their mouth on your neck leaving marks and whispering how dirty it is, doing this in public, how anyone could see you being such a good little slut. You can't do anything but roll your hips up in agreement and moan their name. The fingers inside of you go harder and faster and the teasing on your nipples becomes more eager as you feel yourself about to tip over and your head rolls back against the wall.

"Cum for me." your butch commands just as they hit just the right spot like they've done so many times before and it takes no more convincing for you to let go and release all of the tension from the day on their fingers as they continue plunging back into you. You ride out your orgasm in absolute bliss, letting yourself relax further into the wall and onto your butch. They don't stop stimulating you though. In fact, they pick up the pace- fingering you harder, playing with your clit faster, and putting a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as you realize what's going on. You look up at them pleadingly, knowing you won't last long at this rate.

"Oh, baby. We're just getting started." they tease, easily bringing you to your second orgasm and removing their hand from your pants. Your butch quickly puts their fingers into your mouth again before you can say anything. You close your eyes and focus on sucking their fingers, taking advantage of the time to semi-compose yourself. Before you know it, their fingers are out of your mouth and your eyes are open in surprise. They smirk down at you as they reach into their pocket and pull out the bullet, put it back in your panties, button your jeans, and turn it on high.