#i just wanna make it clear that mary was wearing that sabrina carpenter heart cutout dress

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pop star ! mary

warnings: explicit smut, so much fluff, cunnilingus, squirting

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you scream along with the fans, cupping your hands around your lips to amplify the sound. mary is flushed and grinning, and you can tell the happiness radiating off of her is genuine. she looks around the sold-out stadium and meets your gaze. her expression softens into something tender, and you feel a wonderfully warm ache ignite in your chest.

in a room of over 100,000 people, she looks at you like you’re the only person she’s capable of seeing.

you rush out of the vip tent, making your way backstage. on the way, you spot mary. despite her 9-inch heeled boots, she’s running at you at full-speed. you have just a second to spread your arms wide before she slams into you.

wrapping your arms around her, you press soft kisses into her curls. “you were so good, baby.”

she pulls away just to lean back in for a kiss. her lips are warm and soft, and you melt into it. the fans scream from their seats, but you don’t care. you don’t care about them. your hands slide into her hair, tangling between the thick locks.

vacantly, you step back, not letting go of mary as you fumble along the wall behind you for the entrance to backstage. you stumble inside, shutting the door and slamming mary against it, deepening your kiss. the screams of the fans dull to a muted roar.

mary pulls back, gasping for air. her lips are flushed and red, lipstick smudged. her chest rises and falls at a rapid pace, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the kiss or the show. her brown skin is shiny and slightly damp with sweat, and her curls are an absolute mess. she’s beautiful.

“come with me to my changing room,” she says abruptly, slipping away from the door. her fingers wrap around your wrist and she tugs. you follow her mindlessly, willing to do anything for her, completely pliant.

you don’t know how she even has the energy to walk after the show she put on, how her throat doesn’t ache, and how her feet don’t drag, but she seems as energetic as ever. she pulls you into the changing room, immediately picking up where you left off, except now you’re the one pinned against the wall. perhaps she’s even more energetic.

she kisses you with urgency, her tongue exploring your mouth like a woman on a mission. you moan, the sound catching between her glossed lips.

her leg slots between your thighs, knee-high boots rubbing against your skin.

“fuck,” you mumble into the wet cavern of her mouth.

your hands slide down the length of her body. from her hair, to her shoulders, to her collarbones, to her chest. she’s wearing a pink mini-dress, with a heart cut out at the center of her chest. you feel along the exposed skin, fingers making themselves at home inside her cleavage.

your fingers slide along the sweat caught between her breasts, reaching inside the cloth until your hands are beneath them, cupping the soft flesh.

she bites down on your lip as you squeeze. shakily, and with a mounting sense of want, you remove your hands, feeling along her dress until you reach the zipper on the back. as you fumble to unzip it, her mouth detaches from yours, trailing down your jaw.

the zipper slides down and you press your hands against her warm back, engrossed in the feeling of her skin. her heartbeat is pounding so strongly you can feel it flutter beneath your palms. you tug on the dress, letting it fall to the floor.

her lips slide to your neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin.

your fingers undo her bra, throwing it to the floor. you reward yourself by grabbing at her chest with both hands. her nipples are two hard points stabbing into your palms.

her knee jolts as you circle her nipples, pushing against your throbbing clit. you’re so wet you can feel yourself seeping onto her leg.

you pinch a nipple between two fingers, and her lips quiver against the heat of your throat. you gently pull at her head until she lets go. she looks at you with wide brown eyes, cheeks shimmery with glitter, and her hair tousled. you push her back until she falls onto the sofa.

never breaking eye contact, you push off her boots and slide her lacy panties onto the floor. they’re fully soaked through and make a squishy sound when you toss them aside.

“you’re so—” mary cuts herself off with a moan, throwing her head back as you bite down on her nipple. using your hand to twist the other, you suck. her fingers ease into your hair, pulling.

you kiss the soft skin of her breasts, trailing kisses down her stomach. you grab onto her hips, sliding lower and lower until you’re on your knees, lips just above her core. her curly pubic hair teases your chin. you slow down the speed of your kisses.

you lower your lips down to her thighs, slowly inching towards the center of her legs.

her breath is shaky and ragged, legs twitching the closer you get.

when you finally make your way to her cunt, it’s glistening wet, throbbing with desire.

you press a soft kiss to her folds and her legs fly together, thighs squeezing your head. you’d be willing to suffocate here, if it meant dying between mary’s thighs. to be perfectly honest, you’re tempted to.

she releases a breathy moan as your nose bumps against her clit.

pressing the tip of your nose on it harder, you lick your way between her folds, collecting her slick on your tongue.

you lap up her wetness, letting it coat your tongue and paint your lips, drip down your chin. you devour her pussy like a starving woman. she tugs on the strands of your hair, her thighs twitching around your skull, drowning you in her softness.

you thrust your tongue into her hole, and you hear her throw back her head with a dull thud. you dig your nose against her clit harder.

you can taste the excitement of the day in her pussy, feel it in the way she pulls on your hair with fervor.

“you taste so good, baby,” you mumble, lips rubbing against her folds.

she whimpers at your words.

“my delicious princess.” you thrust your tongue again, and again, and again, slamming against her walls. she cries out, pulling one hand out of the mess of your hair to muffle her screams.

she’s unsuccessful, but you don’t care. let the crew hear her scream your name, let the fans hear her sob with pleasure as you make her come.

she grinds forward, pubic bone slamming into your face. you swirl your tongue inside of her, reaching up to pinch her clit between your fingers. she releases a high-pitched moan. “fuck, i’m gonna come.”

“come for me, baby,” you say, words drowned inside her pussy.

your fingers circle around her clit, tongue exploring her insides. a constant string of whimpers and moans fills the air as she releases. she coats your entire face in her cum, squirting against your lips. you open your mouth to catch it, letting her shoot it down your throat.

looking at her though your clumpy, now wet lashes, you swallow it all. her pussy twitches at the sight of you.

“fuck.”

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