star4y

[star4y]

a.n. based off a dream i had

you have a fixation on your best friend’s mouth. you don’t know when it started— wait, actually you do. it was at a mutual friends’ party. he was eating cherries, and right before he could eat the next one, he stopped. coincidentally, the cherry stopped too, placed right on his pretty lips.

he started talking and absentmindedly fiddling with the cherry. at one point, his lips took the shape of the side of the cherry, making them look so plump and full, until he stopped to speak again.

it has been a cruel, cruel game you have been playing with yourself since that day because you have not been able to get over his mouth. would his lips be glossy when he suckles on your clit? would he use teeth and slightly bite on it? or would he be gentle and suck as slow as possible to make you feel and moan his name and— pause.

this is your best friend??? of two years??? why the fuck are you fantasizing about him. you decide you’ve done enough homework for the day. being a uni student is no joke, and you have to wake up for your 8 am class tomorrow anyway.

you read the time on your clock, 12:30 am. it’s time to sleep. you pack up your stuff, drink water, the usual routine and slide into bed. right before you sleep though, you check through your phone to see if he anyone texted. oh my god he did.

you had texted him earlier after your meet-up that he looked really good today, or in your words, “eatable”. he replied with “i should’ve eaten you out.” FUCK. yes he should’ve, you think. fuck. listen, all of these thoughts you have now are technically his fault. he started flirting with you about a year ago, and it slowly evolved into full out dirty things you both want to do to each other. and there is absolutely NO WAY there isn’t a sliver of truth in what he says. because you know you only speak what you truly want from him.

you blush and put the phone down, tomorrow’s problem. this is your pillow’s fight now. you bury your head into the pillow and think about him. think about the way he caressed your hand today when you told him you got it freshly waxed. fuck, would he caress your inner thighs like that while gazing up at you from his place in between your legs, too?

you think about how soft his face is, yet how sharp his features are. you think about sitting on his lap and burying your face into his neck. you think about inhaling his scent and feeling his hard-on beneath your skirt. you think about kissing up his ear and grinding on him, making him grunt in your ear.

you start to fall asleep without noticing it and suddenly you’re pulled into dreamland. and, of course, he’s there too.

when having dinner, he puts his hands on your thighs, gazes at you with half-lidded eyes, does everything in his ability to make sure your eyes stay on him and you feel that familiar heat pool in between your legs when you see him eating that fuckass cherry. you can’t take your eyes off him, and that little shit is BASKING in it.

you both have desert after you will your eyes away from his pretty mouth, and you both decide to go on a walk where it remains pleasant, but he continuously puts his hand on your waist, really close to your ass, and once even “accidentally” brushes against your boob for too long.

you applaud his perverted self, because knowing he’s just as bad, if not worse, than you is a fucking revelation, an accomplishment.

fast forward, you’re both about to enter the bedroom, you initiate, forgetting any qualms of his status as your best friend. you turn around and kiss him, kicking the door to the bedroom. he hoists you up and carries you inside. gently placing you on the bed, he pulls away slowly making you chase his lips.

he’s smirking and his half-lidded eyes are focused on the strings of spit connecting your lips. both panting heavily while you’re looking right into his distracted eyes. he lays you down and you gaze at him as he takes your shirt off, lacy bra exposed.

he looks back up at you with that knowing look. fuck he’s got you all figured out. he knows. he knows you wore that for him. he knows you’re wearing matching panties in his favorite color and you know he knows how wet you are. he doesn’t waste any time.

he toys with your pretty nipples over the clothing. tease. he puts his mouth over the clothing and sucks making you gasp out his name. eyes rolled back, head lolling, lost in the pleasure.

you look down and your eyes glaze over at the sight of his fucking lips. they’re taking the shape of your tits and you’re losing your mind. the way they slightly flex when stretched over top of your bra. the way his spit soaks through the clothing and on top of your areolas. the slight twitch as he moves and makes out with your clothed nipples.

you can’t hold it back anymore. you take your bra off and push his head towards your nipples, startled noises coming from him, turning into gasped moans, an indicator he likes this new side of you.

he makes a show of flicking his tongue over your swollen tits, hitting the right spot and making you gasp out broken whimpers and moans. you still can’t break your eyes away from his connection to your body. his fucking mouth and that pretty, pink tongue slowly licking you. his glossy lips struggling to take in all of you.

you take his head away from your chest, fingers tangling in his hair as he moans from the rough contact. you push him towards your panties and command, “off.”

he swiftly takes off your panties, as if he was also going insane waiting. he moans as he sees the wet spot. his pink lips about to open to tease you, but you know him so you simply muffle any sounds by pushing his face in between your thighs. he moans and starts licking and kissing your thighs.

he takes his time. slowly caressing your inner thighs with the back of his hand. his cool rings take you to another dimension while also keeping you grounded. you realize this is real and you’ll finally. finally fucking get what you’ve wanted for so long.

you whimper in anticipation and he laughs. he fucking laughs. you glare at him as he gazes at you with that look in his eyes before he dives right in and slowly sucks at your clit. the sight. almost. makes. you cum. fucking hell. his lips right over your clit. tongue working on bringing you out of the hood. the immodest sounds. his adam’s apple bobbing with every swallow as he drinks you up.

your fingers tangle in his hair as you buck your hips into his mouth, giving him no space to breathe.

he takes moan after moan after whine after whimper and you just can’t stop. his moans reverberating right through your spine and you swear you’re on cloud nine. his pretty pretty mouth and his pretty pretty canines biting your inner labia and his pretty fingers spreading you further apart and making you a mess on his tongue. fuck, you look down and gush all over his tongue, spit mixing with it and dribbling down his chin all the way down his adam’s apple and soaking his bare chest.

he’s looking right at you. the little shit. you can’t. you fucking can’t. you start clenching and he pulls away right as you’re about to cum. you moan with a pained undertone and he coos at you, coming up to messily kiss you.

you can taste yourself and you buck your hips up, brushing against his clothed boner and he whimpers into your mouth. his tongue slows as you’re forced to adapt to the pace. he takes your legs and pushes them up, looks at you once more, leans down toward your glistening and aching pussy, and shoves his tongue inside you.

you can only feel him. the thought of his pretty mouth inside you and his nose stimulating your clit makes you gush and you clench so hard. one finger on your clit rubbing tight circles pushes you over the edge and you cum so hard you stop thinking.

it takes you 3 minutes to come back down to reality and he’s still inside you. you’re overstimulated and you want him to keep going. but you have to. you have to see what his lips look like after having been on your pussy.

you pull his head up and his face is dripping with your squirt and your eyes immediately trail and lock on his lips. he’s licking his lips but they’re still flooded with your white and sticky cum and he smiles, strings of your cum stretching with his lips. you see white.

you gush all over the bedsheets and he’s looking at your empty, clenching pussy as he realizes you came from his face alone and he buries his face in your pussy again. you pass out.

[star4y]

cw

it’s 3 am.

it’s 3 am, and it’s the night before your flight, and you just can’t seem to sleep. fuck it’s like all the thoughts in the world decide to grace you with their presence the one time you actually have to be well-rested.

you look at the clock and— fuck. 3:02 am. if only there was something that could help. your shorts stick to your ass as you reach for your phone. feeling too hot, you remove the blanket completely, and start scrolling on twitter, when a thought comes to mind.

no.. it’ll take too long and the sheets will get stained. but it could help…

so, you search up porn hoping it would help you get some ideas to relieve your stress and finally fucking sleep.

fuck all the videos seem to be tailored to old pervs. *scroll* girls fucking back on big dicks, *scroll* girls fingering themselves, *scroll* girls sucking dick.

*scroll* and then you stop. you adjust your position in bed by turning slightly to the side. it’s a home video, and is recorded on a fairly poor quality camera, titled “she told me to pull out so i did, but she never said anything about putting it back in right after”.

the video starts, sound on. she’s moaning and he’s grunting as she envelopes him with her warm cunt. he’s close, seems to be on the edge, and pulls out his dick as soon as he cums, tip flushed and all. however, this isn’t what gets you going though.

it’s how the video is angled in a way that shows his cock inside her puffy lips. shows the way he keeps rutting and thrusting and rutting until he pulls out and cums.

it’s all milky and white, the cum. and there’s so much of it, and he angles his dick right above her clit so the cum drips down and down. it slowly starts flowing into her puffy, fat lips, and coats her stretched out hole. he then slips it inside again, fucking some of the cum in.

you feel that familiar heat pool into your shorts and fuck the idea of being fucked like that gets you so wet.

you put the phone away and reach for your pussy. you fumble with the strings of your shorts, and then have to unstick it from your wet cunt, moaning in the process, slipping a hand inside to relieve yourself. god— there’s so much. you’re so wet and pathetic and hot and you just want someone to cum all over your little clit while you whine about not wanting it.

wait… not wanting it.

your thoughts wander as you readjust yourself and lay down, pinching your nipples to the point of extreme pain that you squirm. fuckkkkk not wanting it. that thought gets you so wet you almost feel the slick gush out of your hole.

and so you think.

you close your eyes as you play the part, thinking about being asleep as someone slowly traces the outline of your inner labia, effectively collecting all the slick gathered from your leaking pussy. you put it back inside your hole, imagining thick fingers violating you in your sleep. “mmf..”, you whine. you close your eyes and fondle your tits, pinching your clit and applying pressure every now and then. just the thought of someone using you, fondling you, having no power over them has you whining.

you pretend to wake up to see a man with his cock in one hand, stroking it at the same pace he traces your puffy pussy.

you try to scream in protest but end up whining, playing the part of not wanting him to touch you. you act alarmed, terrified even, and he just keeps playing with your pussy, juices going everywhere— dripping down your soft thighs and staining the bedsheets. you’re frozen. you put your fingers in your mouth, pretending this man wants to see how you gag.

“mmmffh~.” tears well in your eyes from the building pressure. fuck it just keeps building and building and building and you just imagine him rubbing his raw dick alllll over your puffy lips and then entering you in one thrust, knocking the breath out of your lungs. a visible bulge in your tummy, pistoning in and out and in and out until you start crying and shaking and begging him to stop— knowing you want it.

you keep whimpering in protest while he tells you to take it. he lets go of your mouth and squeezes the fat of your tits together and bites down on your nipples, part played by your nails scratching them.

you moan and you’re sure by this point your neighbours are awake and forming a noise complaint but you just can’t stop playing with your pussy. and then the video. the fucking video.

you close your eyes again and imagine him pulling out and nutting all over your pussy, rubbing the juices and spreading them everywhere. him calling you a “cum-hungry slut” when he sees your hole fluttering around nothing and your eyes all watery chasing your stolen release.

fuck you’re so close, and then he rubs your clit lubed with his cum and your wet, slimy slick. back and forth and back and forth, simultaneously restraining your hands and spitting in your mouth. he then violates you further, touching that sweet spot. and that’s what gets you. and you cum so hard you almost pass out and fuck it’s everywhere.

you lay there breathing, panting, hand coated in cum, finally tired enough to sleep. and as you’re about to get up to wash your hands, you hear it. the front door opening and closing.

you live alone.

guess your wish really might come true after all.