dacryphiliac

21 (they/he)

you nodding shyly. hands gripping the sheets.

not stopping. not even close to stopping.

“that’s so sweet.” tilting my head. watching another one fall. catching it with my thumb before it reaches your jaw. “you’re so pretty when you cry. did you know that?”

you shaking your head. fresh tears coming.

“you are.” fingers curling inside of you. feeling you clench hard around them. watching your face crumple further. “every time.” thumb circling your clit slow. rhythmically. “i almost feel bad.”

you looking up at me. hopeful.

“almost.” pressing in deeper. watching hope dissolve into overstimulation. “not quite though.”

you making a broken sound. hips betraying you. rolling forward despite everything.

“see.” cooed at you. “that’s what i mean. you’re crying and your hips are still moving.” curling deeper. watching you gasp through the tears. “your body just… doesn’t care that you’re overstimulated does it?”

you whimpering at my words.

“poor thing.” said with so much tenderness. wiping another tear. thumb working steadier now. “having your body give you away like that while you’re already crying.” pressing deeper. “that’s so embarrassing for you.”

you sobbing softly. from feeling everything all at once and having nowhere to put it.

“i know.” kissing your wet cheek. your temple. mouth moving to your jaw. “i know it’s a lot, sweetheart.” fingers not slowing. thumb not lifting. “you’re taking it so beautifully though. do you know that? crying and still being so good for me.”

you gripping my wrist. holding onto me.

“that’s it.” covering your hand with mine for a moment. squeezing. then going back. “just feel it. just cry and feel it.”

“it’s too much— mommy please..i can’t—”

“you can.” curling deep and holding there. feeling you clench more. “i know it feels like too much.” thumb pressing more. watching your back arch. “but look at you. still taking everything i give you. still soaking my fingers.” pulling my fingers back slightly. showing you. “crying your eyes out and still this wet for me.”

you hiding your face.

“no no.” catching your chin. turning you back. “i want to see you. i want to look at you while you cry.”

you looking at me. shy at first. giving in after being encouraged.

“there she is.” resuming. taking my time. “my beautiful girl. so overstimulated.” wiping both cheeks with my thumbs. attentive. gentle. “it’s a lot isn’t it..?feeling this much all at once.”

you nodding. another sob.

“i know.” kissing your forehead. your wet cheek. tasting salt. “that’s okay. you’re allowed to feel all of it.” fingers going back in between your legs. working faster now. thumb circling. building you back up. “cry as much as you need to. i’m not stopping.”

“why—” barely a word. “why won’t you stop—”

“because you don’t actually want me to.” watching your hips roll forward again. “see? your body knows. even when you’re crying. even when it’s too much.” curling hard. feeling you gasp through the tears. “especially then actually.”

you sobbing harder. and still. still chasing my hand.

“aww.” the fondness in my words completely genuine. thumb pressing more. “poor baby. crying and desperate and still so close.” leaning down. mouth at your ear. “cum for me. right now. cry and cum at the same time and show me how overstimulated you are.”

your body obeying before you can think about it. clenching hard. back arching. whimpering. moaning. tears still falling through all of it. hips grinding forward.

working you through every second. fingers slow. thumb gentle. mouth pressing kisses to your wet face. your cheeks. under your eyes. catching every tear.

then stilling. finally.

pulling you close. your face against my neck. your tears warm against my skin.

“you did so so good for me.” stroking your hair. your back. holding you so close. “my good girl. so beautiful when you cry.” pressing a kiss to your hair. “so beautiful all the time.”

you hiccuping softly against my neck.

“i know.” rocking you slightly. “i know, baby. you did so well.” thumb stroking slow circles on your back. “so so well.”

you relaxing in my arms.