☆ stargirl ☆

i have a rose toy right underneath my clit at the same time so that when it gets way too intense i'm not able to escape it and i'm just made to take it despite overstimulation. 

my body limp under yours as all i can do is whimper and moan pathetically as wave after wave of orgasms hit me, squirting all over the bedsheets much to your satisfaction. cause you love it sooooo much when i make a mess.

and we're done when you say we're done.

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She’s always got her mouth on you. The second you’re alone, she’s pulling you close, sliding her hands under your shirt so she can latch onto your tits. She sucks on your nipples like they’re her favorite candy, slow, wet, and greedy — moaning softly while her tongue swirls and teases until you’re squirming, begging her for more.

She’ll drop to her knees without warning, shove your thighs apart, and eat your pussy for hours. She gets lost in it, tongue buried deep inside you, sucking messily on your clit, licking every drop like she can’t get enough of your taste. She’ll keep going even after you’ve come, overstimulated and shaking, because she’s not done savoring you yet.

She sucks on your fingers while you’re cuddling, or while she’s fucking you with her strap — eyes half-lidded and blissful as her lips wrap around them. She loves making out for ages too, sloppy and deep, licking into your mouth because she wants to devour you.

And it means when she’s tired but still needy, she’ll rest her head on your chest and gently suckle on your nipple for comfort, humming happily while her fingers lazily play between your legs.

and then just letting weeks pass, time will do this thing. I know that by now whenever I play the song it’ll trigger an automatic reaction. you casually remember and complain to me, hiding your blushing face in my neck while you whimper about how you literally can't listen to that song anymore without getting worked up, your body remembering exactly what i did to you when the first note hits.

which is exactly why i love playing it when we're in the car with all of our friends. you sitting right in the passenger seat next to me, before i casually cue that exact track up on the car speakers, knowing what this song does to you.

i watch your entire body go completely rigid the exact second that song drops on the car speakers while we’re on our way to a house party.

“oh turn it up!" one of our friends says from the back seat, completely oblivious. "right? i love this song" I reply smirking as I turn the volume knob up. I glance over at you, gripping the edge of your seat, your knees pressed together as you try to stop the sudden throb between your thighs. you know damn well this is the exact pace I used when I had your legs pushed all the way back over your shoulders on my bed.

I casually rest my palm against your inner thigh, keeping my eyes on the road. "you okay over there baby? you’re being awfully quiet suddenly." you turn your head toward the window to hide your face. letting out a tiny gasp as you shift uncomfortably against your soaking wet underwear while my hand continues to caress your thigh.

"good girl" I whisper under my breath low enough to be swallowed by the music. squeezing your thigh to ground you. "just sit nice and still for me. we still have a bit of a drive left."

that’s what i like about you when you get like this. no walls. no composure. just you.. completely open and needy and so easy to read. i know exactly what you want. i know exactly what you need. and i’m going to make you ask for it properly before you get any of it.

watching you try to hold yourself together. the way you keep shifting. keep pressing your thighs together. looking for friction that isn’t coming. looking at me like i’m supposed to just give it to you. like that’s how this works.

“please.” barely coherent already. hips shifting. hands reaching for me.

moving them back. placing them at your sides. “no. stay.”

you whimpering. too far gone for embarrassment.

“look at you.” so soft. so warm. cupping your face with both hands. tilting it up. making you look at me properly. “so gone already. so sweet like this.” thumbs stroking your cheeks slow. watching your eyes flutter. “you have no idea how you pathetic and needy you look right now, do you?”

shaking your head. not really processing words anymore.

“that’s what i thought.” pressing a kiss to your forehead. gentle. tender. the kind of tenderness that has something underneath it. “my poor baby.” pulling back. looking at you with a specific look. the one that’s warm and patient and watching everything. “you’re so deep in it and we’ve barely even started.”

watching your breath catch at that.

“please.” again. smaller this time. more broken.

“i heard you the first time.” not moving. just watching. “the answer is the same. use your words. tell me exactly what you need.”

you trying. mouth opening. closing. opening again. “i need— i want— please i just need you to—”

“to what.” so patient. so calm.

“please touch me. please i need— please mommy please i’m so—”

“so what?” leaning in slightly. like i’m genuinely curious. like i want to hear you say it.

“so wet.” barely audible. “please i’m so wet and i need— please mommy please i can’t—”

“can’t what?” tilting my head. eyes on your face. not letting you off the hook.

“i can’t take it anymore. please. please i need you to touch me please mommy please—”

“aww.” so soft. so cooing. pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the tip of your nose. every kiss so gentle. so sweet. hands still cupping your face. “there you go. look at that. you had the words the whole time.”

you whimpering at my words.

“such a good girl.” thumbs stroking your cheeks. “asking so nicely. being so good for me.” watching something in your expression go even softer at the praise. “see? that’s all you had to do.”

finally moving. one hand sliding down slowly. finding you.

pausing.

“oh.” so quiet. so measured. fingers pressing just slightly. feeling exactly how wet you are. the warmth of it. “look at that.” looking up at you. “you really weren’t exaggerating were you.”

you whining slightly. hips pressing toward my hand desperately. trying to get more pressure. trying to get anything.

not giving it yet.

“i know.” so gentle. hand still. fingers barely moving. “i know baby. i feel it.” pressing a kiss to your jaw. your cheek. “you’ve been so patient haven’t you…? sitting here being so good and getting so worked up and not saying anything.”

nodding frantically.

“poor thing.” said so sweetly. so tenderly. “so desperate and trying so hard to be good about it.”

starting to move. barely. just enough to feel. watching your whole body respond immediately.

“there you go.” so warm. so encouraging. “just feel good. you’re doing so well.”

working you slow. taking my time. learning exactly what makes your hips jerk. what makes your breath catch. finding all of it deliberately. memorizing it. using it.

getting you right to the edge.

stopping.

the sound you make.

“shhh.” pressing a kiss to your temple. rubbing your back. soothing. caring. “i know. i know it’s a lot.”

“please—” grabbing at me. “please i was so close please don’t stop please mommy—”

“i know you were.” hand rubbing slow circles on your hip now. no longer where you need it. “you were doing so well too.”

“please.” tears running down your cheeks. “please i’ll be so good please i just need—”

“you are being good.” pressing a kiss to your cheek. catching a tear with my thumb. examining it almost. then looking back at you. “that’s not why i stopped.”

watching your face try to process that.

“i stopped because i wanted to.” so simple. so matter of fact. “because i like watching you like this. because you look so beautiful when you’re desperate.” cupping your face again. looking at you properly. “and because i can.”

you staring at me. completely at my mercy. aware of it now in a way you weren’t before.

“still with me?” so soft. so gentle.

nodding. barely.

“you already are, baby.” not changing the setting. watching you squirm.

hands tied behind your back. sitting between my legs. vibrator humming low and steady in your boxers while you try so hard to be patient. try so hard to hold still.

just watching you.

the way your jaw tightens when you’re trying not to beg. the way your hips shift just slightly. barely. like you’re hoping i won’t notice.

turning it up one setting.

watching your breath catch. watching your hips stutter forward and then stop. you catching yourself. hands flexing behind your back.

“mommy—”

“shh.” reaching down. fingers threading through your hair. feeling you lean into it immediately. desperate for any contact at all. “you’re okay. you’re doing so well.”

you whimpering at that. hands flexing again behind your back. not pulling. just needing somewhere to put it.

turning it up again.

watching you squirm. watching you fight to stay still. your whole body working against you.

“please—” barely holding it together. “please mommy. please i need— i need—”

“what do you need, puppy?”

“please let me taste you. please. please i’ll be so good i just want to make you feel good please mommy—”

tilting my head. looking at you. letting you wait.

turning it down.

you making a broken sound. hips rolling forward against nothing. “please. please no— mommy please i was being so good—”

“you were.” stroking your hair. “you’re being so perfect.”

“then please—”

“not yet.”

you dropping your head. breathing hard. hands flexing and releasing behind your back over and over. trying to hold yourself together.

sitting with you like that. watching you come back down slightly. fingers still moving slow and steady through your hair.

then turning it back up. higher than before.

watching your whole body react. hips bucking forward. your whimpers growing needier.

“mommy— mommy please— i’m so close please i can’t— please let me taste you please i need something please—”

“you need something?”

“please...” eyes wet. hips still shifting. “please. please i’ll make you feel so good. please just let me. please mommy.”

watching you beg.

“yeah?” tilting your chin up. looking at you properly. eyes already glassy. already so far gone and i’ve barely touched you. “you want that.. that badly?”

nodding frantically. “please. please yes. please let me.”

holding your gaze. letting you wait just a little longer.

turning it down low again first. watching you whimper at the loss.

“please—”

“if i let you.” leaning down close. “you’re going to be good. you’re going to focus on me. not on how close you are. not on the vibrator. just on making me feel good. can you do that?”

nodding immediately. desperately. “yes. yes i promise. please.”

“good boy.”

watching you move the second you have permission. so eager. so grateful. guiding you gently. hands finding your hair as you settle.

turning the vibrator back up.

feeling you moan against me. the vibration of it going straight through you. hands flexing behind your back. hips trying to rock and nowhere to go. making yourself focus anyway. trying so hard to take care of me while you’re falling apart.

“so good.” fingers stroking through your hair. “you’re doing so good for me.”

you working harder at the praise. needing it. needing to hear you’re doing well.

turning it up again.

feeling you whimper. hips bucking. losing your rhythm for just a second before finding it again. so desperate. so close. still not stopping. still focused on me.

“mommy—” muffled. broken. “mommy i’m so close please—”

“i know baby.” stroking your hair. “i know. you’re going to make me feel good first. just a little longer. you can do that for me.”

you nodding against me. working yourself back into rhythm. both of us getting closer now. you shaking with the effort of holding back.

feeling it build. hands tightening in your hair.

“good boy. just like that. don’t stop.”

you moaning. hips rolling helplessly against the vibration. so close you’re crying a little. still not stopping. still giving me everything you have.

finishing with my hands in your hair and your name on my lips.

you following almost immediately after. a breathy moan. hips stuttering. soaking through your boxers completely. shaking. “mommy— mommy—” over and over until you’ve got nothing left.

hips finally stilling.

whole body going soft.

reaching down immediately. untying your hands slowly. carefully. bringing them around to your front. rubbing your wrists. your palms.

“c’mere, baby.”

you turning and collapsing into me without a word. face finding my neck. hands gripping my shirt loosely. breathing hard and unsteady.

wrapping both arms around you. one hand on your back. one in your hair.

“so good.” pressing a kiss to your hair. your temple. “such a good boy. i’m so proud of you, puppy.”

you making a small sound against my neck. still not quite back yet.

“i’ve got you.” rubbing slow circles on your back. “breathe for me. i’m right here.”

sitting like that until your breathing evens out. until the grip on my shirt loosens into something softer. until you come back slowly.

you pulling back just enough to look at me. eyes still glassy. cheeks warm. a little shy suddenly.

cupping your face. thumbs stroking your cheeks.

“hi.”

“hi.” barely audible. hiding your face again immediately.

pressing a kiss to your hair. pulling you back in.

“my good boy.” meaning every word. “my perfect puppy. you did so well for me.”

you going completely soft in my arms. finally settled. finally still.

holding you there. rubbing your back. your shoulders. pressing kisses to your hair until your breathing is slow and even and you’re almost asleep.

“you can rest, baby.”

you nodding against me. grip on my shirt tightening just slightly.

keeping you close. keeping you warm.

and when you pressed yourself against me, and watched the way my head tilted..baring my neck to you immediately. your lips found my skin, nipping softly. hands trailing down my sides until they slipped under the fabric.

i want to hear the soft noise you make when you notice i’m not wearing anything underneath. feeling your throat work around a swallow,

“forget something baby?” you’d hum, your finger slipping across my pussy making me gasp. cheeks flushed even though i’d done it intentionally.

and when i don’t answer right away, i want to feel your hands guide my waist, backing me against the nearest wall. keeping me steady while you lower to your knees, eyes locked on mine.

my breath caught when i felt your finger graze over my clit. feeling how wet i already was. a whimper slipping out as my hips bucked, following the ghosted pleasure.

“mhmm, i-“ i started. stopping when your fingers gaze my hips a squeeze. wrapping around my thighs and picking me up. immediately finding myself on the counter, legs spread. chest rising and falling and my nipples, always sensitive, poking through my top.

“maybe..” you teased, “i should just let you walk around like this all day? dripping down your thighs for me?” you hummed and i shivered. swallowing quietly.

my hips bucked against your palm, flattened over my dripping pussy.

“please-“ i whined, desperate for friction. i saw that smirk tugging on the corner of your lips. the one that always made my breath hitch. “since you asked so nicely baby” you chuckled. your hands spreading my thighs further, just admiring me for a moment.

so wet for you. always. desperate for any attention you’d give me. i could feel it dripping down..gasping when your tongue pressed against me. licking up to my clit, and pressing a finger inside. then two, stretching me out as i whimpered, my hands immediately curling in your hair and pulling you close.

nothing but whiny noises and incoherent whimpers falling from my lips while you worked. fingers curling methodically. one hand gripping my thigh to keep me from sliding off the counter. tongue lapping at the wetness dripping down.

the soft sound when my head fell back, hitting the cabinet behind me. “g-gonna..fuck..can i-“ i breathed. because i needed your permission. your guidance.

my eyes blinked open, meeting yours. a quick nod, “cum for me baby,” you commanded. i could feel the ghost of your words over my soaking pussy.

the way your tongue worked me through it, clenching around your fingers as i came undone right there on the counter.

mumbling nothing but a string of whimpers and “thank you..thank you…oh my god,” on repeat.

and when i finally relaxed, my breath steadying and you rose to your feet. pressing a kiss to my lips so i could taste myself on you,

“i don’t want you wearing panties around the house anymore. understand?” and i nodded, happy to oblige.