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You press my face on the pillow, while you pound in me with your strap. You're being so rough but oh if it feels good. I can hear the slap of the strap on my skin, your hands grabbing my hips so hard to leave bruises but i certainly don't complain. Not when I can't even formulate a single though. I moan in the pillow, it's pathetic really, but I know you like how pathetic I can be for you. You grab my hair, pulling my head back, just so you can see my face, absolutely wrecked by you.

"Oh, such a poor thing" You say, not even slowing down a bit. "Already this ruined? i didn't even start" and you laugh at me, leaving my hair and letting my head fall on the pillow again. Oh, I'm already so close. My orgasm is so close, i can feel it! "Please─fuck, harder!" I whimper, the sound going straight to your core and I can feel it in the way your hips stutter. "'m so close─fuck so close!" I start to move my hips, matching your thrust, trying to take you deeper, harder. You slap my ass, watching as it giggles and starts to get red. My thighs tremble, my hands grip the sheets under us, grounding myself, my orgasm so, so close. You noticed it. "Ha-ha, not yet babygirl" you say, spanking me again, harder this time. "You can cum only when I say you can"

I whimper, squeezing my eyes and focusing on not cumming now. "But─it's so good.. I can't ─ can't hold it..oh god!" I manage to say, maybe, if I whine enough you'll have mercy on me, right? But oh, how i was wrong. You just grin, not slowing your thrust, instead─I feel your fingers finding my clit, rubbing fast. I let out a chocked moan, a whimper while i plead for you to let me cum "Please ─ Please I've been so good, I tried my best to hold it please─let me cum i promise I'll be so─so good after" And now, it seems like i convinced you. You caress my hip and i feel your chest pressing to my back, your breath hot in my ear as you sweetly murmur "Okay, sweet girl. You did so good for me, waiting for my permission. Make a mess on my cock yeah?" And that when i finally cum, my liquids are wetting your strap, the sheets under us. I whimper and moan, blabbering something between "so good" and "thank you", finally collapsing in the bed.

You don't immediately pull out─you lean down to press a kiss to my shoulder, your hands gentling their touch on my sensitive and trembling skins. "That's it, princess. You did so good for me, such a good girl. Rest now yeah? I'll be here when you wake up" And you kiss me again, sweet, gentle, enough to make me smile weakly, before falling asleep.

because… it is. it’s exactly what i’m after. i want to see you cry. i’m working toward it. every movement of my fingers is calculated. every angle chosen specifically to overwhelm you. to push you past what you can handle. to make those tears inevitable.

the first tear that falls? that’s when i know i’ve got you. that’s when everything in me lights up. when i know i’m doing it right. getting you exactly where i need you. vulnerable. overstimulated. unable to hold it back anymore.

and i don’t want you to hold it back. i want more. want to see your face crumple. want to watch your eyes fill up and spill over. want to see mascara run if you’re wearing it. want to see that raw unfiltered emotion pouring out of you because of what i’m doing to your body.

it’s not just about the tears themselves. it’s about what they mean. that you’re so overwhelmed by pleasure that your body doesn’t know what else to do. that i’ve pushed you so far past your normal state that crying is the only response left. that you’re completely at my mercy and your body is showing it.

i love the conflict on your face. how you’re embarrassed by crying but can’t stop. how you’re trying to wipe them away while still grinding on my fingers. how you’re apologizing while your body begs for more. the contradiction makes it even better. makes me want to push harder.

and i do push harder. because seeing you cry doesn’t make me ease up. it makes me want to wreck you further. makes me want to see how much more you can take. how many more tears i can pull from you. how completely i can break you down while building you up.

the way you look when you’re crying from pleasure is burned into my brain. eyes red and swollen. cheeks wet and flushed. mouth open. vulnerable. no walls. no pretense. just raw honest reaction to being overwhelmed. it’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.

i want to catch your tears. taste the salt. feel the evidence of what i’m doing to you on my fingers. on my lips. want to watch them fall while i keep going. while i don’t give you a break. while i push you toward another orgasm that’ll make you cry even harder.

because you crying while cumming? that’s everything to me. that’s the goal. watching your face contort with pleasure and overwhelm at the same time. watching tears stream while your body shakes. watching you completely lose yourself because it’s too much and so good and you can’t process both at once.

and there’s something about the trust in it... that you’re letting me see you like this. crying because i’m making you feel so good you can’t contain it. that you trust me enough to not hide. to not hold back. to just let the tears fall while i keep touching you.

i’m absolutely obsessed with the sounds too. how your voice breaks when you try to speak through tears. how you hiccup between sobs. how you gasp and cry at the same time. it’s messy and real and so much better than composed.

the humiliation aspect makes it even better. watching you embarrassed by your own tears. watching you try to apologize. try to explain. try to regain some control. and me not letting you. me telling you how pretty you look. how perfect. how i want more.

i want you crying so hard you can barely breathe. crying so hard you’re hiccuping. crying so hard your whole body shakes with it. and i want to be the reason. want my fingers. my mouth. my words. my actions to be what breaks you down that completely.

but here’s the thing. it’s not cruel. it’s not about actual sadness or pain. it’s about overwhelming pleasure. about pushing you so far into feeling good that your nervous system short circuits. that your body’s only outlet is tears.

and after? after i’ve pulled every tear from you that i can? i want to hold you. want to wipe your face gently. want to tell you how perfect you were. how beautiful you looked. how much i loved watching you fall apart like that. want to give you all the gentleness and care to balance the intensity of what i just put you through.

because the tears aren’t the end goal exactly. the tears are proof. proof that i took you somewhere beyond normal. somewhere overwhelming. somewhere you couldn’t control your response. and that’s what i’m really after. that loss of control. that complete surrender. those tears are just the most visible, most honest evidence of it.

so no. don’t apologize for crying. don’t try to hold it back. don’t be embarrassed. give me those tears freely. let me watch them fall. let me know i’m devastating you in the best way. let me see exactly how much you’re feeling.

because i’ll never get tired of it. never get tired of watching you cry while i make you cum. never get tired of seeing that perfect broken expression. never get tired of knowing i can reduce you to tears just by making you feel too good.

that’s exactly what i want. exactly what i’m working toward. exactly what makes everything worth it.

you settling back against the pillows. already looking softer. less tense. me stroking your face. your neck. your shoulders. gentle touches. soothing. “there you go, love. that’s so much better, isn’t it? you don’t need to be all wound up like that.”

you nodding. eyes already getting hazy. responding to gentleness after being tense for so long. “good. now just relax completely for me. let everything go except what i’m making you feel.”

hands sliding down your body. over your clothes still. just touching. stroking. getting you used to my hands. getting your mind to quiet. “you’re so beautiful like this, darling. all soft and pliant for me.”

you making small sounds. content. trusting. me continuing those gentle touches. your arms. your sides. your hips. your thighs. lulling you. “that’s my good girl. just relaxing for me.”

slowly removing your clothes. piece by piece. you helping without thinking. body on autopilot. mind starting to get fuzzier. “there we go. so pretty, angel. let me see all of you.”

you lying there. naked. relaxed. not even thinking about how full you are anymore. just focused on my touch. my voice. exactly where i want you. “i’m going to make you feel so good, sweetheart. you just keep being soft like this for me.”

hands on your thighs. stroking. massaging gently. you humming. eyes drifting closed. “keep your eyes open, love. look at me. stay right here with me.” you opening them. looking at me. unfocused but present.

leaning down. kissing your stomach. soft kisses. your hips. your thighs. you sighing. body sinking deeper into the bed. deeper into that fuzzy headspace. “so good for me. such a sweet girl.”

kissing lower. between your legs. gentle kisses on your inner thighs. you spreading them without being asked. just responding. just wanting more soft touch. “that’s it, baby. just like that.”

finally kissing you there. on your pussy. soft. gentle. you gasping. but not tensing. me licking slowly. thoroughly. taking my time. making it about pleasure. about sensation.

you moaning softly. hips moving slightly. unconsciously. me encouraging it. “that’s right, darling. just move however feels good. don’t think. just respond.”

continuing to lick. you getting wetter. getting more into it. mind going quieter. fuzzier. all thoughts disappearing except how good this feels.

one hand sliding up. over your hip. your stomach. resting there. light pressure. barely anything. you not even noticing. too focused on my tongue. on the pleasure building.

pressing down slightly while licking. you moaning louder. not connecting the dots. not realizing what that pressure is doing. just knowing it feels good. makes everything more intense.

“you taste so sweet, sweetheart. doing so well for me.” you preening at the praise. melting further. becoming more pliant. more empty headed. perfect.

sliding one finger inside while my tongue stays on your clit. you gasping. taking it easily. body so relaxed. so open. “that’s my good girl. taking my finger so nicely.”

pumping slowly. gently. curling slightly. finding that spot. you moaning. hips rolling. chasing the feeling. not thinking at all now.

hand on your stomach pressing a little more. rhythmic pulses. gentle but purposeful. you moaning with each one. not understanding why it feels so good. just knowing it does.

adding a second finger. still gentle. still slow. working you open. tongue still licking. you completely lost in it. eyes unfocused. mouth open. moaning. leaning into my touch more.

“so beautiful like this, pretty. all fuzzy and sweet for me. not thinking about anything except how good you feel.” you nodding vaguely. proving my point. completely gone.

pressing on your stomach more deliberately now. timing it with my fingers inside. creating pressure. you moaning louder. body responding. getting wetter. getting closer. not noticing the small leak that escapes.

but i notice. and i don’t say anything. just keep going. keep licking. keep pumping my fingers. keep pressing. making it feel too good to think. too good to realize.

pulling back briefly. kissing up your body. your stomach. your ribs. your chest. you whimpering at the loss. “shh, i’m right baby, angel. just want to kiss you.”

reaching your face. cupping it with my free hand. fingers still inside you. still moving. “look at me, honey. show me those pretty eyes.” you focusing on me. barely. so fuzzy. gone.

kissing you deeply. swallowing your moans. fingers still pumping. still curling. still hitting that spot. you kissing back messily. uncoordinated. too far gone to do it properly.

pulling back. kissing your cheeks. your nose. your forehead. your temples. covering your face in soft kisses. “such a good girl. my perfect angel. so sweet for me.”

you making happy sounds. basking in the attention. in the praise. mind completely empty. just feeling loved. feeling good. feeling safe.

hand leaving your face. sliding down. both hands on you now. one still inside. pumping. the other on your stomach. pressing. you moaning. arching. another small leak. you not even noticing.

“that’s it, love. just feel everything. you’re doing so perfectly.” you nodding. agreeing. not even sure what you’re agreeing to. just wanting to be good.

building you higher. fingers pumping a little faster. a little harder. still gentle but more purposeful. tongue back on your clit. licking. sucking gently. hand on your stomach maintaining pressure.

you getting close. body tensing. hips moving more. chasing it. me encouraging. “that’s right, angel. let it build. you’re going to feel so good.”

pressing on your stomach more firmly. fingers curling more deliberately. tongue more focused. you right there. right on the edge.

“cum for me, darling. let go. give it to me.” you starting to let go. body clenching. releasing. cumming hard. leaking more. not realizing. not caring. just feeling the pleasure crash through you.

me working you through it. fingers still moving. tongue still licking. hand still pressing. you shaking. moaning. completely lost. another leak. bigger this time. you vaguely aware but too far gone to stop it.

starting to come down. still fuzzy. still floating. me pulling my fingers out slowly. moving up your body. gathering you in my arms. “such a good girl. you did so well for me, baby.”

you curling into me. fuzzy. mindless. happy. not even thinking about the wet spot. not thinking about anything. just feeling safe. feeling good. feeling loved.

“you leaked a little, sweetheart. did you notice?” you blinking. confused. slowly coming back. realizing. face going red. “i… i didn’t mean to…”

“i know, love. you were so fuzzy for me. so far gone. couldn’t help it. that’s okay. that’s exactly what i wanted.” stroking your hair. your back. soothing you.

you processing slowly. realizing i did that on purpose. made you too fuzzy to notice. too far gone to control it. “you… you made me…”

“i made you feel good, angel. made you let go. made you stop thinking. and you leaked because you were too blissed out to hold it. exactly what i planned.” kissing your forehead.

you torn between embarrassment and arousal. not sure how to feel. me just holding you. “you’re okay, honey. it’s okay. you were perfect. now let’s get you cleaned up and then you can use the bathroom properly.”

helping you up. steadying you. you still fuzzy. still floaty. letting me guide you.

taught you something today. that i can make you so mindless you lose control without even realizing. that pleasure can override everything. that being fuzzy and dumb for me means giving up more than you intended.

next time you’ll be nervous. wondering if i’ll do it again. wondering if you’ll notice. wondering if you can stay present enough to control yourself.

Running around like little bunnies, so desperate and needy, wet cunts just begging to be fucked until you can’t think anymore.

But you said you don’t want it.

BILLIE EILISH

BILLIE EILISH