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@amara-eilish
𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢-𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩....
my name is amara!
ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ:
billie eilish + finneas + beyondbeautystar + music + iced coffee + matcha + vlogs + writing + photography + guitar + piano + dance + my dogs + pink + aquarius + twenty requests: closed :(
https://www.tumblr.com/amara-eilish/788260795880439808/hey-so-you-genuinely-cannot-fr-right-now-claiming?source=share
literally everybody knows the meaning of stan that's how ik you're joking lmao
babe it WAS a joke and u just ruined it 🙄
the weak justification for your actions gives everyone all they need to know about you & this situation 😭
dawg i don’t got to justify shit to anyone 🔥💋
Bro I checked to make sure and dude that shit is bar for bar.
…get a life…?
hey so you genuinely cannot fr right now. claiming that zara stole from you is crazy when that was posted yesterday and yours was literally posted an hour ago?? make it make sense. honestly everything about you is just giving stan, half of your reblogs are zara's fics 🧐 but now she's just "that bitch". the switch up is crazyy 😭
my name is amara not stan 🙏🙏
get it right pls
your fic was so good omg 🥹🥹
thank you my love !!!
https://www.tumblr.com/amara-eilish/788259555798859776/pretty-sure-she-copied-me-when-zaras-fic-was?source=share
"how am i supposed to know?" maybe because you reblog every single fucking post she makes??? and the audacity you have to call her a bitch when you're clearly her biggest "supporter" is insane 😭
embarrassing yourself atp lmao
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if i reblog doesn’t mean i read it..?
"pretty sure she copied me" when zara's fic was posted yesterday and yours was posted an hour ago... now tell me how that makes sense???
girl idk i had mine in queue i dont talk to that bitch how tf am i gonna know she posted it first 🤷♀️🤷♀️
girl why are u saying u didn’t steal? there’s factual evidence you did😭😭
pretty sure SHE copied me
word for word 💔
thank you for all the love and support ❤️
how can you say that you didnt steal anything when ANY word is copied. literally so stupid
so actually i didn’t understand a word you said 🤗😂
why’d u steal @dragoneyelashart ‘s fic? like u didn’t even try changing it and u thought no one would say anything? like girl..
didn’t steal anything thanks !
distraction ★⋆˙
smut ୨ৎ
warnings: g!p sabrina, use of vibrator, breeding kink, spanking a/n: i have so many sabrina au ideas rn guys
you’re laying flat on your bed, textbooks splayed across your lap, though you haven’t read a single sentence in the last ten minutes. you tug at the hem of your tiny shorts, heat crawling up your spine, no bra, just a thin tank clinging to your chest in the summer warmth. sabrina hasn’t even walked in yet, and still your pulse is racing like you’re already caught doing something you shouldn’t be.
she’s your tutor. sabrina, glasses that slip down her nose while she corrects your grammar with that quiet little smile. she’s the type who says “actually” before every correction and blushes when you call her out on it. and yet, every time she walks in your room, you feel like you’ve done something wrong.
when she steps through the door, you nearly gasp. her hair’s let down, strands slipping loose to kiss her forehead, and her bangs sitting perfectly. you’re both sitting on your bed now, legs tangled loosely under the weight of a textbook you’ve barely pretended to care about. sabrina’s perched at the edge, trying to act like she’s not completely aware of how close your thigh is to hers. she’s got her glasses on, hair loosely falling over her shoulders, a few strands brushing her cheek.
she’s trying to focus. really trying. but you’re not making it easy.
you stretch out just a little more, leaning back on your hands so your tank top shifts, pulling tight across your chest. the movement lifts your shorts a little higher on your hips. you catch sabrina glancing, just for a second,then quickly looking away, pretending to read the page.
“you’re so serious,” you tease, your voice soft and syrupy. “do you even know how to sit on a bed like a normal person? you look like you’re in a job interview.”
her lips twitch, but she doesn’t look at you. “we’re supposed to be studying.”
“we are,” you say, nudging her knee with yours. “you’re just… distractible.”
“i’m not,” she says, too fast, too defensive. her voice is small.
“oh, you are,” you grin, scooting an inch closer. “i think you get flustered when girls sit too close to you.”
her breath hitches, and she tries to hide it by flipping the page, but the paper rustles a little too loudly. her hand is tense, her posture stiff. you watch her carefully, how she won’t meet your eyes now, and how her blush is creeping down her neck.
“tell me something,” you murmur, leaning in just a bit. “do you think it’s kind of warm in here miss carpenter?” you say fanning your face quicker with your hand, making your tits shift slightly in your top.
that gets her. she swallows hard, eyes darting to the textbook like it might save her. but you’ve already seen it.
your gaze drops and that’s when you notice.
beneath the hem of her oversized t-shirt, there’s a shape. obvious, firm, pressing up against the fabric like it’s begging to be acknowledged. you blink, pulse jumping, then glance back up at her face.
she’s already looking at you, frozen, eyes wide behind her glasses, lips parted like she’s about to say something but can’t remember what words are. the red on her cheeks is deeper now. almost embarrassed. almost desperate.
“sabrina, baby,” you whisper, voice laced with heat, “were you hard this whole time?”
she opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.
you lean in, brushing your knee against hers deliberately. “god. how do you expect me to study when you’re sitting there like that?”
her hand curls into the bedsheet, knuckles white. “y/n…” she says, barely audible.
“what?” you tease, letting your fingers trail along her arm, featherlight. “you want me to behave?”
she nods, once, eyes flicking down to your lips.
you smile. slow. wicked. “then stop looking at me like that.”
“chapter six,” she says, a little breathless.
you glance down at the book, then back at her. “you ever do anything fun, sabrina?”
her eyes flick up to yours, cautious. “…what?”
“you know,” you say, dragging your voice out slow, teasing. “besides reciting grammar rules and acting like you don’t know how hot you are.”
her cheeks flush a deeper pink, and she looks down, trying to focus on the page. you reach over, let your fingers graze the side of her leg, light, feather-soft, enough to make her freeze.
“bet you’ve never been touched there before,” you whisper, lips curling. “poor baby. all brains and no mess. someone oughta ruin you a little.”
her breath catches, but she doesn’t pull away. her hands curl into fists beside the book. you lean in more, so close your nose nearly brushes her cheek, your voice barely above a breath now.
“come on, sabrina. don’t you wanna stop pretending you’re not dying to know what it feels like?”
she swallows, then turns to look at you and you feel it, that moment she gives in just a little. the air between you goes tight. sharp. electric.
then her hand shoots out and clamps around your wrist.
you blink, startled, as she tugs you forward, hard enough that your chest nearly bumps into hers. your nose is filled with the scent of her skin, warm, a little nervous.
“keep reading,” she hisses, voice low and tight like a wire. her eyes flicker down to your mouth, then your chest. “or you’re going to regret this little stunt you’re pulling,”
your pulse spikes, but you force your eyes back to the page. you stumble over a sentence but hurry on, cheeks hot. sabrina’s hand slides, finding your thigh and pressing firmly. you bite back a moan, keep your voice steady: “define ‘extrapolate.’”
she smiles darkly. “good girl.” her hand drifts higher, fingertips brushing over your soaked shorts. you shift, breath catching as her hand grips you through the fabric. she’s so close, the scent of old books and vanilla swirling around you.
“now,” she says softly, “answer the question, while i fuck you.”
your heart hammers. you drop the book, and she’s swift: one arm pins you to the bed, her other hand yanks your shorts aside. you’re naked from the waist down in a heartbeat. she wastes no time, sliding inside you in one smooth thrust. you cry out, mouth pressed to the cushion. she doesn’t let up, you’re thrusting back against her, the rhythm textbook-fast.
“read,” she growls. her hand slaps your ass, hard. you gasp, words tumbling out: “to extrapolate is to infer or estimate by extending known information.”
“good,” she breathes, and fucks you harder, spit-slicked lips brushing against your neck. “keep going or i’ll stop”
you try to steady your voice. “example: using past data trends to predict future outcomes…” you drag the words out through gritted teeth as she pistons into you, teeth grazing your shoulder. each word is a battle. each correct phrase is rewarded with a deeper, rougher thrust that makes your vision blur.
finally, she halts mid-sentence. you’re shaking, face wet with tears and sweat. she pulls out and you whine, missing the feeling of being so full, she turns you so you’re on your back. one hand slaps your thigh, two fingers pressing into your entrance, overstimulating you until you whimper.
“quiz time,” she purrs. she reaches onto the table and pulls out a small vibrator, pressing it against your clit. “for every question you get right, i’ll let you cum. but get one wrong…” she trails the toy down your slit, “and i’m going to leave you here all messy, maybe won’t even let you cum.”
you nod, throat dry. she holds the remote with one hand, her other gripping your hair to keep your face buried in the cushion. “first question,” she says, “what’s the derivative of x squared?”
your body tightens around the toy. you answer, voice trembling, “two x.”
the vibrator surges. you cry out as tension shatters. sabrina smirks, dipping two fingers back inside you to hold you on the edge. “very good baby, next one.” she whispers.
you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face, trembling, broken, utterly hers.
your thighs are already trembling.
the vibrator doesn’t stop buzzing against your clit, low and steady, just enough to keep you gasping but not enough to tip you over again. sabrina kneels in front of you, still fully clothed, cock hard against your inner thigh, hand wrapped around the remote like it’s nothing.
your face is buried into a pillow, your hair a mess. hips twitching. wrists clenched into the fabric. you want to cum again so bad your eyes are stinging.
“next question,” she says sweetly, adjusting her glasses. “name three rhetorical devices.”
tears wrack your face.
“i asked you a question.”
you stutter, “im sorry! um— metaphor. alliteration. and—and hyperbole.”
there’s a pause.
then she smiles. “good girl.”
the vibrator kicks up a level. your whole body jolts.
“f-fuck,” you cry, hips bucking as the pressure crests, unbearable.
but before you can cum, she turns it off.
your breath punches out of you in a sob. “daddy—please!”
she leans down, lips brushing your ear. “you think one more answer gets you to cum again? gonna be my greedy girl? cute.”
she flips you fast, face down ass up, pushing your thighs apart so you’re spread open, exposed. her cock presses against your entrance again, sliding between your sticky folds, but she doesn’t thrust in.
just grinds, teasingly.
“you want it?”
you nod hard. “yes. please, daddy.”
“then next question,” she says, soft and cruel. “what’s the capital of switzerland?”
your eyes flutter. “bern.”
click, the vibrator’s back on. high this time.
your back arches, tears spilling fast. you’re right there again, the orgasm crawling up your spine like a fire—
but sabrina grabs your throat.
“don’t you dare cum.”
you freeze. your body spasms, right at the edge.
“next question.”
you whimper. “d-daddy, i can’t—”
she slaps your clit with her fingers, sharp and mean, forcing your head back with a sharp tug of your hair. “answer. or i’ll edge you until you pass out.”
your legs shake.
“define ‘osmoregulation.’”
you choke out the definition through gasps, stammering: “the—the process of maintaining water balance in the body.”
her eyes gleam. “very good.”
she flips the switch.
your orgasm hits like a wave, ripping through you, thighs clenching, cunt pulsing so hard it feels like you’ll break. your scream dies in your throat as you squirt over her cock, gushing down your thighs.
she doesn’t stop. not for a second.
“you want another?” she whispers, hand pressing into your stomach pressing onto the bulge, her cock pounding into your dripping pussy now. “gonna give me another baby?”
you barely breathe: “please”
she smiles like the devil. “smart girl.”
you lip if forced between your teeth, holding it there trying to suppress your noises but it’s not good enough. every time you push back, she stutters, her hand digging into your hip as she fights to hold on. you push your hands back the pleasure becoming too much for you, sabrina doesn’t care, just grabbing your hands and drilling her cock further into your pussy.
“that’s it,” she pants, voice ragged. “so tight… so good…c’mon make me cum princess”
she pulls out of you, moving to lie on her back. you go to straddle her, taking her length in your hands and slowly lowering yourself onto her cock. you lift your hips, impaling yourself on her full length, riding her slow then fast, alternating, watching her eyes roll back. you’re tired, but you know better than to disobey her. her moans are low growls, her free hand tangling in your hair as she bucks up into you, teeth catching her bottom lip.
“m gonna cum— gonna let me cum inside you, mama?” she rasps, but you don’t stop. you lean forward, pressing your forehead to hers, matching her thrusts, grinding down until you feel her tremble.
her cock twitches, filling you completely, and you feel her pulse right at the tip. she shudders, her grip on your hip tightening until you see her knuckles turn white. with one final, shuddering groan, she spills herself into you, hips stuttering, and you ride out each convulsion, letting her fill you again and again.
she collapses forward, forehead resting on your shoulder, breath hot against your neck. you stay right there, still moving just enough to hold her in every drop, your own muscles trembling as you both come down in a haze of heat and wet.
when she finally goes still, you press a gentle kiss to her temple. she lifts her head, eyes soft for the first time tonight, and whispers, “i think you’ll pass your test just fine baby,”
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easy going ★⋆˙
angst/fluff ୨ৎ wc: 3k
billie had come home from work exhausted, finishing 23 hours on call at the fire station. 23 hours of running into buildings, carrying weights that weight two times her own build, and even saving cats from trees. to say billie was exhausted was an understatement.
the food you had made for the two of you, gone cold. you were just coming out of your daughters bedroom when you hear the door lock behind you.
you exhale a sigh seeing it’s just your wife at the door. you walk up to her, and billie’s head immediately falls to your chest. you run your fingers through her hair, as you kiss her shoulder, moving your hands to run down her sides. “it’s late, my love, why don’t i run you a bath?” you say softly, and billie just nods in response too tired to say anything. you lace her hand with your own and lead her to the bedroom setting her down on the bed. she looks up at you a glint of sadness in her eyes, but her eyes drooped with exhaustion. you caress your hand down her cheek, telling her to wait there while you run the bath. of course she doesn’t listen though, and follows you to the bathroom sitting on the sink-top while you fill the bath.
the two of you get into a steady conversation, you asking about her day, the weather, but nothing more. if anything it was more comfortable silence.
you kneel by the tub, adjusting the water temperature like it’s sacred, testing with your fingers, then pouring in the vanilla bath oil you know she loves, the one that reminds her of your honeymoon. the smell begins to fill the space slowly, curling around the edges of the moment, softening everything.
billie’s sitting on the counter, legs swinging gently as her body tries to keep up with the conversation. she’s still in her work clothes, soot-smudged sleeves and thick socks that seem to anchor her under her shoes to the day. her eyes are half-lidded but they follow you. always.
“you’re spoiling me,” she mumbles, voice hoarse with fatigue, a half-smile tugging at her lips.
you glance up at her from the edge of the tub and shrug, offering a smile that’s equal parts love and concern. “you deserve it. all of it.”
she watches you, like she’s memorizing the way your hands move, the way your brow furrows in concentration. you reach for the soft towel you laid out earlier and drape it over the towel rack, then finally look back to her. you move between her legs and gently tug at her jacket.
“can i?” you ask softly, fingers brushing over the zipper.
she nods, slow and trusting, and lifts her arms as you slide the heavy material off. the shirt underneath clings to her with sweat and the day’s weight. you work gently, carefully, like you’re undressing something fragile, not a firefighter who just spent 23 hours being made of steel and smoke.
you strip her down in silence, pressing kisses to her shoulder, her collarbone, her temple. she leans into every one of them like she’s been starving for touch, for peace, for you.
when she’s bare and quiet, you help her into the water. her breath leaves her in a long exhale, like the tension is finally loosening. she sinks in, her head falling back against the curve of the tub, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. her muscles, so tense and overworked, finally begin to soften.
you sit beside the tub, chin resting on your folded arms on the rim, watching her.
“better?” you whisper.
her hand finds yours under the water. “infinitely.”
you trace slow circles into her skin, your fingers tangled beneath the surface. the water ripples softly, catching the candlelight you lit without her noticing.
minutes pass. maybe more. you hum a little tune, not even thinking about it, and billie smiles without opening her eyes.
“you always sing that when you’re calm,” she murmurs.
“or when i want you to be,” you reply, barely above a whisper.
her eyes open then, and you can see the layers of her day begin to peel back. not entirely, some parts will stay until the morning, but enough for her to find her way back to you.
“i’m sorry,” she says, and it’s quiet, raw, out of nowhere.
your brows furrow slightly. “for what, my love?”
“for being short earlier. for not calling. for missing dinner. for—just… all of it.” her thumb rubs your knuckle under the water.
you shake your head slowly. “you were saving lives, billie. being mine and our daughter superhero, i can always reheat dinner.”
“i missed you,” she adds, voice even smaller now.
your chest tightens, warm and full. “i’m right here. always.”
you lean in to kiss her forehead, letting your lips linger there longer than usual. the water sloshes gently as she shifts, pulling your joined hands closer to her heart.
“will you stay?” she asks.
“in here?” you glance at the tub, smiling softly.
she shrugs, a sleepy grin playing at her lips. “or wherever you go next. just… stay close.”
you nod, heart blooming. “always, baby.” stay close.
you nod again, more to yourself this time, and then slowly rise from the edge of the tub.
“wait—” billie’s head lifts a little, her voice small, a little panicked at the thought of you pulling away.
you hush her gently with a soft smile. “i’m not going far.”
you grab a towel from the counter, kneeling beside the tub to lay it on the floor. then you tug off your hoodie, your sweatpants, slow and unhurried. just closeness. just to be near her.
when you finally step in, the water welcomes you with warmth, already tinted with the soft smell of the bath salts you added earlier. billie shifts to make room, her eyes following you like she’s still not quite believing you’re real.
you settle behind her, legs on either side of her body, and she leans back instinctively, her back against your chest, her head resting on your shoulder. her eyes flutter shut again.
you wrap your arms around her middle for a moment, just holding. just breathing with her.
then, quietly, you reach for the cup on the side of the tub, dip it into the warm water, and pour it gently over her hair.
her body relaxes even more as the water trickles down, and you hum again—something soft, slow, something just for her.
“you don’t have to,” she mumbles, voice heavy with sleep.
“i know,” you say, already reaching for the shampoo. “that’s why i want to.”
you lather the soap into your palms and bring them to her scalp, working slow, soothing circles into her skin. your fingers slide through her hair with practiced care, massaging gently at the roots, the back of her neck, behind her ears. she lets out the softest noise, almost a whimper, and leans further into you.
you tilt her head back just enough to rinse the soap away, catching stray suds before they can reach her eyes. she keeps her eyes closed, fully trusting you, her body melting under every gentle touch.
you reach for the conditioner, working it through the length of her hair, detangling slowly with your fingers. each motion is deliberate. loving. reverent.
“you always take care of me,” she whispers, barely audible over the sound of your movements.
“i always will.”
you press a kiss to her temple, your cheek brushing hers. your fingers drift from her hair to her shoulders, your thumbs gently working out knots she didn’t even realize were there.
she exhales like she’s finally safe. like this, the water, your hands, the quiet, is the only place that feels real.
you rinse the conditioner out last, cupping water with your hands now, wanting to feel it all. wanting her to feel you in every step of this care.
when it’s done, you don’t say anything. you just wrap your arms around her again, holding her there in the fading warmth, her clean hair damp against your skin.
“thank you,” she breathes.
“you never have to thank me for loving you.”
she turns her face into your neck, her lips brushing your skin. “but i will anyway.”
later, the two of you are curled into bed, the covers pulled high and the window cracked just enough to let the night breathe with you. the bath had helped. the warmth, the closeness, your hands, all of it had chipped away at the weight on her shoulders. but some heaviness doesn’t rinse off with vanilla and steam.
billie lies on her side, facing you. her arm draped over your waist, her forehead resting just under your chin. you’re rubbing gentle circles into her back, slow and quiet, almost like a lullaby. her breathing is even, but you can feel it, that shift, the kind that comes right before a storm breaks behind the eyes.
“do you ever wish i was different?”
you blink, staring at the ceiling, not sure you heard her right. “what?”
she shifts beside you, pulling the blanket up to her chin like it might hide the vulnerability curling under her skin. “not… a firefighter. not away so much. not this tired all the time. maybe not so… heavy to love.”
your breath catches sharp in your throat.
“billie, what?”
“i didn’t mean it like that—”
“how else could you possibly mean it?” you sit up, the covers falling off your chest. “you think i’m here out of pity? you think i’m staying because what, i feel responsible for you?”
“no! i just—god, you’re twisting it.”
“no, billie,” your voice breaks, sharp around the edges, not from anger, worse, from hurt. “you’re the one twisting it. making it sound like i settled. like i would ever wish you were anyone else.”
she sits up now too, her arms wrapped around herself like she’s bracing for impact.
“i’ve seen how tired you are,” she says, quieter now, but still pushing. “i hear you sigh when you think i’m not listening. i know how much you carry, and sometimes i wonder if you’d be happier with someone… easier.”
you laugh, but it’s not warm. it’s bitter and broken and made of disbelief. “someone easier? you think i want easy? i want you, billie. even when you’re a mess. even when you come home smelling like smoke and collapse into me like the world chewed you up. that’s what this is. that’s love. real love.”
she looks away, jaw tight.
you reach for her hand and she flinches, just a little. not away from you, but into herself.
“you think i’d still be here if i didn’t mean this? if i didn’t choose you every damn day?”
“sometimes people stay even when they’re not happy.”
and that stings. it cuts through you in a way no fire ever could.
you pull back.
“is that what you think i’m doing? staying because i’m trapped?”
“i don’t know,” she whispers, eyes glossy. “i don’t know what to think when you don’t tell me how you’re doing. when i come home and you’re just… quiet. like you’re bracing yourself.”
you swallow, throat dry and tight.
“maybe i’m quiet because i am tired,” you say, voice trembling. “tired of giving everything and still having to prove that i want you. that i choose you.”
billie exhales, shaky and sharp. “i never wanted to make you feel that way.”
“but you did,” you whisper, wiping at your eyes angrily. “right now, you are.”
silence falls between you like a wall. not comfortable. not soft. just… there. cold and thick and full of all the things neither of you knows how to undo.
you stare down at the comforter, fists clenched in the fabric. “you want to know what i wish?” your voice cracks, but you let it. “i wish you’d stop thinking i’m going to leave. because every time you do, it’s like you’re already halfway out the door for me.”
she turns then, fast and breathless, eyes wide. “i’m not—i would never—”
“then stop acting like this is temporary. like i’m temporary.”
her face crumples. not dramatically. just enough to show the break, the hairline fracture in all the armor.
and then, quietly: “i’m scared.”
you freeze. the air in the room shifts, like it’s holding its breath too.
you stare at her, heart thudding hard, the kind of heavy that comes from somewhere deep and buried. “so am i,” you say, voice low and trembling. “but i’m still here.”
she leans into you, arms wrapping around your waist, her face tucked against your ribs like she’s trying to disappear. “i’m sorry,” she whispers. “i didn’t mean to doubt us. i just—sometimes it’s louder in my head than out here. and i forget which voice to trust.”
you don’t hug her back this time. not yet.
you’re too still. too overwhelmed.
and then, slowly, you peel her arms off you and stand.
"what are you doing?" she asks, voice cracking.
you step away from the bed, crossing your arms like you're trying to physically hold yourself together.
“i just… i need to think,” you say, eyes shining but hard. “i don’t know what to do with this, billie. what the hell am i supposed to do with the fact that the person i’ve built my whole life around doesn’t even trust that i want to be here? for fucks sake billie i married you! you heard my vows, yet still you chose to think i want to leave?”
“i didn’t mean—”
“but you said it. and you meant it, even if you didn’t want to. you’ve been carrying this doubt inside you and you never told me. and now you’ve dropped it on me like it’s mine to fix.”
she opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. just air and pain.
and then, like perfect cruel timing, your daughter starts crying down the hall.
you breathe in, sharp and ragged, and shake your head.
“i’ve got her,” you mutter, walking out of the room without looking back.
the hallway feels longer than it is. the nursery glows soft with a nightlight, your daughter’s tiny fists waving in the air, face scrunched and red. she calms almost the second you pick her up.
“hey, baby,” you whisper, holding her close. “shhh. i got you. mommy’s here.”
you sit down in the rocking chair, pressing a kiss to her forehead, your eyes stinging.
she settles against you fast, warm and trusting and impossibly small.
you stay.
and when you realize you can’t go back into that bedroom, not with all the silence, not with the weight still hanging between you, you gently shift to lie down in the daybed by the window, your baby curled up on your chest.
you sleep there. or try to.
every time you close your eyes, her words echo back.
do you ever wish i was different? someone easier. i don’t know what to think when you don’t tell me how you’re doing.
your arms tighten around your daughter, like she’s the one anchor that still makes sense.
—
it’s early when the door creaks open. you don’t lift your head at first. your eyes are open, but you’re still, pretending. maybe hoping it’s a dream.
soft footsteps. hesitant.
then her voice, thick with tears.
“you didn’t come back.”
you turn your head, slowly, careful not to wake the baby. billie stands there in your old hoodie, sleeves covering her hands. her eyes are swollen, face blotchy, like she’s been crying all night.
you sit up halfway, adjusting the baby who’s now asleep on your chest.
“i couldn’t,” you say quietly. “not after all that.”
she steps closer, barefoot on the hardwood. “i thought about coming out. a hundred times. but i figured you needed space. i just, i didn’t know it would feel like this. like you were already gone.”
you swallow hard, looking away.
“you said something last night i can’t unhear.”
“i know,” she whispers, eyes brimming again. “and i hate myself for it.” you shake your head, not unkind. just tired. hurt.
you glance back at her. “i don’t need you to hate yourself, billie. i just need you to believe me. trust me. because if you don’t, then… what are we doing?”
a sob slips out of her before she can catch it, her hand covering her mouth as she stands there, breaking in real time.
you watch her. really watch her. not your wife. not the firefighter. just billie. raw. scared. sorry.
and for a moment, neither of you speaks.
then, a soft noise breaks through the heaviness.
your daughter stirs in your arms, stretching a little, her tiny fists uncurling from your shirt. a little coo escapes her lips, bright, innocent, completely untouched by the tension hanging thick in the room.
billie’s eyes flick down instantly, face crumpling all over again, but softer now. the baby giggles again, blinking up at you both like she’s reminding you that this… this is what matters.
the quiet shifts.
billie wipes her face with her sleeve, breath hitching, and takes a small step forward.
“can i hold her?”
you nod.
she takes your daughter like she’s made of glass and stars, fragile and precious and too good to lose. she holds her close, her tears falling soft onto the blanket, soaking in.
“i don’t know how to fix this,” she says through a broken breath, “but i want to. i need to. i can’t lose this. you. her. any of it.”
you reach out, finally, resting your hand over hers where it cradles your daughter’s back. it’s not forgiveness. not yet. but it’s something. a start.
“then stop pushing me away.”
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★ thank u, next; b. eilish & s. carpenter
★ fuckboy!billie x fem!reader x starboy!sabrina
★ smut `
★ wc; 4,7k
★ warnings; dom/sub dynamic; strap (r receiving); oral (r receiving); humiliation; choking; dp; slapping
proofread cr — @dragoneyelashart
it wasn't something your mother taught you as a child. it was a sin, a secret, your secret that you were going to keep in your heart for the rest of your life. a secret that was going to follow you to the grave, to be buried deep underground because it was wrong. shameful.
it shouldn't have happened, but was it really your fault that you couldn't just stop at one?
you knew it was a bad idea. seeing them. kissing them. touching them. fucking them. it wasn't an obligation, you didn't promise each other anything, you didn't say ‘i love you’ when your limbs were tangled together and your bodies were spread out on crumpled sheets. it just happened. just little marks left on your body, just little bites stinging their skin. it was just that simple. it was a problem, but as long as no one knew about it, it was okay.
but all secrets come out.
the aggressively loud bass pounds through the speakers and into your eardrums, occasionally forcing you to cover them just to avoid going deaf by the end of the night. a few dozen drunken teenagers, along with a similar number of adults, filled the expansive area, now so crowded it’s hard to take a full breath without choking on the stench of alcohol or someone's cheap perfume. but nothing around you made muchsense. not when the billie was on you. everywhere.
strong arms wrapped tightly around your body, hands clenched around your waist, your hips, your breasts, grabbing them shamelessly, rolling your milky nipples over the thin fabric of the black lace dress that matched your underwear perfectly. you took care of it, knowing this night would surely end in someone else's bed. and she always liked that. how different you were. how you were always ready for her.
but billie was your complete opposite; wide leg pants, a xl shirt. shirt that you once wore into her kitchen without wearing anything underneath. she became obsessed with it after that moment, constantly reminding you how she'd then bent you over the counter. on her feet, her usual massive high-soled sneakers, making her taller, bossier, hotter. you loved it.
the cold rings contrasted with the high temperature of your hot body, her nails digging into your skin, leaving faint marks on your arms and thighs. the metal belt buckle rubs constantly against your lower back, just like her strap against your ass. she sent you a picture beforehand of the massive bulge visible under the cotton fabric of her red boxers. she just knew you wouldn't rest until you felt her inside you.
"god, mama, you smell divine," she whispered, her nose brushing against your soft skin. her lips found the pulse point on your neck, sucking gently, making you rest your head on her shoulder, biting your plump lips. occasionally, you pressed your ass harder against her front, just to feel what might be waiting for you later tonight. maybe in her bedroom. maybe in her car. or even in a bathroom stall. you never know when the hair tie on your wrist might come in handy.
the tension grew exponentially, as did the number of times she kissed your neck. billie wasn't sweating about who might see you. she just sucked your skin into her mouth, leaving red marks that were sure to remain the next morning. which would remain when you lay back in sabrina's bed, obediently spreading your legs and screaming that she was the one while her strap hit deep into that sweet spot inside you. it happened every time. with every one of them. but it wasn't your fault you always got what you wanted. and you wanted them both. always wanted them both.
maybe it was wrong, and you'd have to pay for everything you did. maybe today was the day.
as soon as billie's hands came down on your waist again, she quickly turned you around, attacking your lips and capturing them in a greedy kiss, forcing your thighs together a little tighter. the air in your lungs runs out too quickly and you slowly pull away, leaving a thin string of saliva between your lips as you feel eyes on you. her gaze. a long, burning one, filled with genuine jealousy. your head turns toward the entrance, spotting sabrina.
"fuck" a curse flies off your lips before you can stop it, and billie notices the trajectory of your gaze, following it. sabrina's presence doesn't really bother her, so her hands come down on your lower back again, holding you very, very close.
"everything okay, princess?" you blink a few times, nodding and pulling a smile onto your face.
"yes, s’all good, bils"
your gaze falls once again to the far corner of the room, where sabrina was standing just seconds ago. but now, there’s only a cluster of other people. this was bad.
before you can even process her absence, you catch the scent of her perfume a sweet, sweet fragrance that stands out among a hundred others. then comes her breath on your neck.
you’re fucked.
“what the hell, carpenter?” billie frowns, her eyes locked on sabrina’s hands resting on your body, fingers gripping the fabric of your silk dress. the music fades into a distant hum, drowned out by the frantic beating of your heart, and their murderous stares, which speak louder than any words. you can feel the blood boiling beneath their skin, pulsing faster with each second.
“hands off. she’s my girl.”
sabrina grins sweetly, falsely, clearly unimpressed. to her, it’s all a joke.was screaming last night. "oh, your girl? that’s not what she screamed last night"
everything around you freezes. your body goes numb, your legs turn to cotton. you have to clutch billie harder just to keep your balance.
but the smile is gone from her face, replaced by a sharp, furious expression and deeply furrowed brows. she pulls back and looks you dead in the eyes. quietly. sternly. authoritatively.
“what's she talking about?”
you swallow hard, now feeling sabrina's fingers running up the back of your neck, rising until she burrows them into your hair, pulling your head back in a rough gesture.
"you sleep with both of us and thought you could get away with it? whore."
the words hit you like a slap, sharp across your face, and just as sharp between your legs. as much as you don’t want to admit it, there was something about the way they looked at each other, like they were ready to tear each other to pieces. or maybe they'll just tear you apart tonight.
“i asked you a fucking question.” billie steps closer, her cold rings pressing into your skin as she wraps her fingers around your chin, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make you meet her gaze.
“are you sleeping with her? fucking her?” you don’t recognize the girl standing in front of you anymore. this wasn’t your billie. not that you could ever fully call her yours. a lump of fear and nerves rises in your throat, choking your voice, until she jerks your face, squeezing your chin tighter.
“fucking answer me!” she hisses, her voice dripping with venom.
“although, knowing you, you probably beg her every night to give that cock-hungry pussy the fucking it wants.” your mouth opens and closes, and before you can manage to say anything, sabrina answers for you. “oh, look at that, you’re actually right about something, eilish.”
the sneer in her voice makes your knees buckle, your mind going completely blank. all you can register now are their hands on your body greedy, demanding, hot.
“you think your tiny hands can satisfy her better than mine?” billie scoffs, and for the first time, your eyebrows furrow. you don’t consider yourself an angel, but they had no right to talk about you like you weren’t standing just a few inches away. you slip slightly from their grip, listening to the pointless altercation for another second before sighing heavily.
“don’t talk about me like i’m some kind of toy,” you counter, and immediately, two pairs of blue eyes fix on you, burning through your skin. in that instant, you regret opening your mouth at all. sabrina grins, stepping forward. the height of her heels makes her tower over you.
“you’re the last one to have any say right now, sweetie,” she says it so smoothly, so cruelly, that there’s nothing left for you to do but shut your mouth and wait, silently, for whatever comes next.
clearly not what you were expecting.
the world holds its breath for a few suspended seconds. "you know, if you think you can take us both…" billie nestles herself behind sabrina's back, not raising her head as she continues to speak. "...why don't you prove it?"
your eyes widen, pupils dilating, and you can only detect an ounce of surprise on sabrina's face. she was surprised. she liked the idea too much to try to resist. she plays along, as if they came up with it together, on a mental level. it's like you had no choice to say no.
"firstly, and believe me, last chance to say 'no'" you bite your lower lip uncontrollably, already visualizing in your head what their rivalry. will this night even end for you? no. but it was too late to back out. you shake your head, saying a quiet 'yes' under your breath, but it was enough for both of them to grab their jackets and be outside the next minute.
the cool summer air frames your bodies, the loud music coming from the club now seeming like just background noise. billie quickly fiddles with the keys of her phone, hailing a cabwhile sabrina's fingers reach into her bag, pulling out a pack of expensive cigarettes. your eyes scrutinize every movement.
“you’re staring,” she utters almost indifferently, lighting a cigarette as your eyes drift over her manicured hands, perfect nails and a few rings adorning her lower phalanges.
“sorry,” you whisper, shamefully averting your gaze and staring into the darkness of the alley before her warm breath burns your earlobe.
“don’t apologize, baby. they’ll be inside you soon.” you almost choke on your own saliva, involuntarily pressing your thighs closer together to soothe the aching, throbbing heat between your legs. you’re in for a long, long night.
the cab ride feels like real torture, with you trapped between their bodies, unable to feel a single touch. their hands rest on their laps, fiddling with the edges of their clothes or scrolling through their phones. but you tell yourself this is punishment, sitting here and dreaming about what comes next, if they evendecide to touch you at all.
but once all the extra eyes are gone, the game begins.
all doubts dissipate as soon as your feet cross the threshold of sabrina’s apartment, the one you know like the back of your hand. but tonight? there’s something different in the air. something darker that you’ve awakened.
sabrina’s lips crash onto yours, biting and claiming, drawing out all those pathetic moans and whimpers you’d been hiding since the moment you met her gaze. she’s not the gentle girl you’re used to seeing on stage; she’s desperate, raw, greedy. she doesn’t ask permission, sliding her hands under the fabric of your dress to meet your thighs.
you sigh heavily, biting her bottom lip and pulling away, your arms wrapping around her neck. you almost forget it’s not just the two of you here.
“don’t make me jealous, princess.” billie’s body presses against you from behind, and you can once again feel the bulge between her legs, reminding you that tonight, you’re gonna be filled to the brim. literally.
her lips find your neck, sucking and biting at the soft skin until dark spots appear. “please…” you pull away from sabrina’s lips, reaching back to grab at least a piece of billie’s clothing,pulling her impossibly closer.
sabrina giggles, her fingers dragging along your neck, leaving red marks from her nails and covering you in goosebumps.
“show her where the bedroom is,” she whispers, her hair tickling your chest before she disappears into the other room, rummaging through the dresser drawers. you look at billie shyly, but she’s clearly not embarrassed. with one easy motion, she throws you over her shoulder.
“well, show me where the bedroom is, princess.” you swallow hard and tell her to go to the far room at the end of the hallway. seconds later, you find yourself on the bed. your back hits the mattress as billie’s hands land on either side of your head, trapping you.hot breaths mingle as one. her lips on yours, dirty, hot. your hands weave through her hair, loosening the tight elastic band and freeing the long strands that now fall over your neck and chest. her knee presses between your legs against your clothed, wet pussy. your dress is pulled up at your waist, then ripped off your body.
“oh, a show without me?” sabrina enters the bedroom, closing the door behind her as if anyone could witness the sin about to take place on those sheets. she’s clad only in wide house pants and a white lace bra that barely covers her breasts. you swallow, watching her from beneath billie’s body.
“we were good without you too,” billie reluctantly gets off you, but her hand remains on your thigh, dangerously close to your warmth, keeping you from relaxing.
sabrina ignores the comment, reaching into her pocket for her phone. her body lands softly on the edge of the bed as she opens the stopwatch and, a second later, throws the it onto the white sheets. you stare at her in bewilderment, but as she moves to remove your panties and settle between your legs, a picture starts to form in your mind.
"ready to lose, eilish?" she raises her eyes one last time to billie, signaling her to press the 'start' button before burying her face between your legs, licking a long strip of your pussy's voluptuousness to gather your arousal, moaning at the taste.
her tongue dips into your tight hole for only a second, but it's enough to make your back arch, pushing your pussy into her face. she doesn't resist, just wraps her hands around your hips, squeezing and massaging the soft skin, her lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
sabrina was the calmer type. teasing you as light as a feather. her touches make you beg again and again before she finally takes pity and makes you cum—fluttering her tongue perfectly, pressing on your sweetest and most sensitive spots, making you scream her name and see a million stars. after so much torment, it doesn’t take long, but now? now she’s not being ceremonious, because this is a competition, and women like sabrina carpenter never lose, and she intended to prove it.
billie seems to be starting to enjoy this little show, putting her phone aside and focusing on sliding her hands down your neck, squeezing, not hard, just enough to make you whimper pitifully and look up at her with wide, fawn eyes. one hand drops to her wrist, squeezing tightly, and the other grabs sabrina’s lush hair, trying to pull her even closer. your hips move uncontrollably, you start to ride face, but she only hugs your hips harder until your body begins to shake.
“i’m—close...” the words are mixed with melodic moans and constant heavy sighs, your chest heaving with every breath. no one stops. no one stops tonight until you’ve made a complete mess of their bodies.
the next fifteen seconds are enough for you to collapse on her face, screaming “sabrina” like a mantra. your hips shake and clench around her head, your chest shuddering with each heavy breath. billie reaches back for her phone, pressing the ‘stop’ button and showing you both the screen: 2 minutes and 14 seconds.
sabrina grins sweetly, wiping the corner of her lip with her middle finger as if your release hadn’t dripped down her chin straight onto the crumpled sheets. gaze is predatory as she crawls up your body, stopping at your face to enclose your lips in another kiss, a softer one, letting you taste yourself on her tongue as she pushes her tongue into your mouth.
“give her a minute, and i’ll show you how to make girls cum” billie’s eyes roll in a disgruntled sign, and sabrina only giggles sweetly, pulling away to give you a moment to catch your breath and wait until your sensitivity decreases.
your makeup is smudged, your lips swollen, and the first drops of sweat are forming on your body. after a short pause, you nod, giving billie permission to continue, and she doesn’t miss a second. she crawls to the other side of the bed, settling between your legs. sabrina positions herself on the opposite side, lifting your head and placing it in her lap, stroking your cheeks as you stare at her with loving eyes.
“turn that damn timer on, carpenter,” billie grumbles, her tongue flicking out to wet her plump lips, and you’re instantly enamored by the motion. sabrina rolls her eyes but resets her score, pressing the ‘start’ button again. it takes billie no more than a second to attack your pussy with her tongue, one hand clutching your thigh, the other reaching up your body to grope your breasts, drawing loud moans from you.
she’s completely different from sabrina, ravenous, devouring your cunt, fucking you with her tongue until you have to pull her back by the hair because she’s a goddamn munch who never knows when to pull away from such a sweet pussy.
her hands never stay in one place; she constantly needs to touch every inch of your body, and it drives you crazy. billie is never afraid to show how obsessed she is with you and your body, that once she tried you, no other girl ever entered her mind. you’re just that perfect.
fingers find their way to your pussy, spreading your lips to gain better access and making you writhe beneath her, lifting your hips, pressing your thighs together, enclosing her head in a makeshift cage she never wants to escape.
“b—billie...” you whine, and she smirks against your flesh, continuing to work her tongue around your clit.
sabrina’s hands don’t leave your face, and you reach up to pull her down for a messy kiss, letting her lips shallow your moans. electric pulses begin to run through your body again, signaling clearly that you’re close. billie presses closer, wrapping her lips around your sensitive bud, and the pressure immediately makes you break, cumming all over her face, just the way she likes it.
sabrina pulls away from your face with a smile, pressing ‘stop’ and already showing her phone to billie with a disgruntled expression. 2 minutes, 2 seconds.
billie grins, and you can almost see the urge on her face to show her tongue, but she saves that for a more special occasion.
“i told you i was better,” billie says, bringing your legs together and resting her chin on your lap, her gaze never leaving sabrina’s face for a second.
“she’s just sensitive,” you hear the note of disappointment in sabrina’s voice, but it immediately disappears as she removes your head from her thighs and looks up at billie. there are constant silent conversations going on between them that you can’t catch, but it doesn’t bother you much, it’s always a pleasure.
a pair of strong arms flips you onto your stomach, pulling you closer to her until you're on all fours, supporting your weight on your elbows. billie runs her hand along your spine, applying slight pressure to arch your back.
“come on, princess, show me how flexible you are.” the words hit your pussy, and all you hope is that you don’t drip down your thighs.
“shit, so wet,” billie moans, running her fingers along your folds, plunging the tips into your pussy, watching your walls contract around them. you moan softly, burying your head in the sheets until you feel her enter deeper, starting to pump her fingers inside you.
sabrina watches you swallow billie’s fingers with eyes dark with lust, her whole body burning with desire. desire to watch you squirm, moan, and whimper as you get stuffed with cock. she needs more.
“fuck her,” she blurts out, and billie’s fingers stop halfway, making you grip the sheets. “treat that pussy like she deserves it.”
billie grins, hoarse, low, sending shivers down your spine. “that’s what i always do.”
fingers slide out of you with a distinctive sound, and in the next instant, she reaches for her belt, unbuckling it. pulls her baggy jeans and boxers down her thighs, exposing a dark red, thick strap. nine inches covered in pronounced veins. you look over your shoulder, swallowing hard until you’re interrupted.
“no, baby, eyes on me.” sabrina grabs your chin, turning your face toward her as she works on her own pants with her free hand, pulling them down to her ankles. the pink fake cock hits your face, and your breath catches as she wraps her hand around it, stroking a few times before pressing the tip to your lips.
“open up,” you obey, opening your mouth. your tongue sticks out slightly, and she takes the opportunity to slap the strap against it a few times. eyes fill with pure excitement and pleasure as she slowly begins to push herself into your mouth, looking at you like she’s been dreaming about this her whole life. it’s like she can feel every movement of your tongue.
“fuck. good girl...” her hands burrow into your hair, nails scratching your scalp as she pushes your head a little harder onto her cock until the tip hits the back of your throat.
billie’s eyes burn as she watches this spectacle. blood boils beneath her skin, and her palm lands on your ass with a loud smack, causing you to nearly choke on the silicone in your mouth. your eyes water, but neither of them shows any sign of stopping.
billie teases, lazily pulling the tip along your folds, using your wetness as lube. “such a perfect pussy.”
you moan lightly, your grip on the sheets tightening as she plunges the tip into you, rocking her hips back and forth until she’s fully inside, her body pressing against yours. she finally picks up the pace, grabbing your waist.
the feeling of being filled is insane. their movements synchronize perfectly, hitting the sweetest spots, making the first tears fall from your eyes, streaming down your cheeks onto the ruined sheets. the thin fabric quickly absorbs the wetness.
“just made for my cock, doll.” billie’s hands roam your ass, spanking and groping as if you were her property, like she has the right to touch you however she wants. and she has.
sabrina plays with your hair, her hips twitching as your face presses close enough to put pressure on her clit. little whimpers fly from her lips, making your eyes roll back. your left hand comes up, grasping her thigh, kneading the soft skin as she throws her head back in pure pleasure.
they both glance over, unable to contain their excited smirks while your body is completely in their possession, as long as you do whatever they tell you, repenting your sins on your knees. submissive, obedient.
billie’s thrusts become more intense, her hips slapping against your ass with every movement, and the knot in your stomach tightens too quickly.
your knees begin to weaken and shake, barely keeping you from falling onto the bed, your nails digging into sabrina’s thigh even harder.
“i can feel how close you are, princess. squeezing me so tight,” she grins, wiping a few drops of sweat from her forehead and smearing it on the back of her palm. her face glistens, her breathing ragged and heavy, muscles tense, tongue running across her lips every twenty seconds.
“cum for me, come on, mama”
billie reaches down between your legs, her fingers finding your clit and rubbing in quick circles, enough to send a third orgasm crashing over you in a high wave, draining all your strength and stamina. sabrina pulls out, filled with a wild desire to hear every moan and scream escaping your lips as you try to survive the overstimulation, finally collapsing and burying your face into the mattress.
“that’s it, such a good girl.” billie’s cock slowly leaves your pussy, leaving it clenched around nothing. there isn’tan ounce of strength left in your body. your eyelids grow heavy, your eyes closing under their weight. your head aches at the thought that you need to speak. what’s happening now can’t go on. it shouldn’t. but your body is too exhausted to think seriously about anything other than finally falling into a deep sleep.
you barely find the pillows, dropping your head onto one of them. for the next few minutes, there’s silence all around. then, a quiet whisper and the rustle of clothes. the mattress sags beside you, and you feel your body being covered by a soft blanket. warm breath brushes your back, gentle arms wrapped around your waist. now, it’s hard to distinguish who is lying on which side, but you definitely feel at ease. all night long, as long as they are around, that’s what matters most.
but the clock is ticking. time marches on.
morning greets you with bright rays of sunlight tickling your face, and a slight smile plays on your lips for the first few seconds, before you realize the bed is empty and the sheets are cold, except where your body lies. still half asleep, you reach out to feel the mattress, but only cool air greets your fingertips.
“sabrina?” you call out, finally opening your eyes and noticing that almost nothing has changed since last night. your clothes are neatly folded on a chair, but her clothes are gone.
what’s most frightening is that you're now completely alone. not a single sound. your heart pounds faster, and you summon all your strength to pull yourself up, sitting up and looking around. everything is just as empty.“bils?”
you sit like this for the first, second, third minute, waiting for some miracle, but aside from the quiet hum of the air conditioner, nothing else catches your attention. until you turn your head and notice a small note lying on the bedside table. your fingers instinctively reach for it. your eyes widen. your mouth opens, but no words escape your lips.
'pack up all your things and leave. and never write again'
your heart drops. sabrina’s handwriting. as always, pleasing to the eye, neat, but only you know her hand was shaking as she wrote those words. your chest tightens painfully, making you clutch at your own body, checking if you’re alive, if this is all real unfortunately, it is.
your legs feel woozy as you get out of bed. reaching down the hallway in complete disorientation, you pull your nearly dead cell phone out of your purse and frantically dial billie’s number, then sabrina’s. both are unavailable. messages? blocked. cell networks? blocked. they’ve made sure you can’t text them anywhere.
“fuck,” you whisper as your phone slips from your hand and falls onto the tile floor. you no longer care if the protective glass shatters. only your heart breaks now, from the realization that this is your fault.
and you really should leave.
now.
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smut ୨ৎ warnings: g!p billie, oral (billie receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, sub!top billie, daddy kink summary: billie needs a little extra money for the summer, and you decide to let her help out around your house.
wc: 2.6k
you didn’t mean to answer the door like that. well. that’s a lie. you knew what you were doing when you slipped into the bikini this morning, thin straps barely there, the fabric hugging your curves like a secret whispered against your skin. the color, a deep, sultry maroon, made your sun-kissed skin glow, the kind of shade that caught the light and held it, teasing without revealing too much. the top was simple but perfect: a triangle cut that lifted and framed you just right, leaving your collarbones and shoulders exposed to the summer sun.
around your hips, you tied a lightweight, sheer coverup skirt, soft, translucent chiffon that fluttered with every step, teasing glimpses of your bikini bottoms beneath. the skirt hit just above mid-thigh, swaying and shifting in the warm breeze like it was made to move with you, effortless and a little bit dangerous. the whole look was casual, sultry, and absolutely you, a subtle invitation, wrapped in sun-soaked confidence.
you didn’t expect her to look quite so wrecked, though. she stands on your porch like she forgot how her legs work. her hair is messy, loose strands falling over her face, catching the sunlight in wild, unruly waves. she’s wearing a simple tank top, soft and slightly worn, stretched just enough to hint at the lean muscles beneath. her baggy pants hang low on her hips, practical and loose, with the hems just brushing the tops of her scuffed sneakers.
in her hands is a tool kit, the kind she probably borrowed from her dad without asking, and her eyes flicker around nervously, down at her own pants, then back up to you, like her brain hasn’t quite caught up with the way her dick is already reacting to the sight of you.
“i—uh,” she stammers. “hi.”
“hi sweetheart,” you say, soft and amused, leaning on the doorframe just enough to make your chest rise a little higher. “billie, right?”
she nods, but she’s not making eye contact anymore. her eyes flick to your thighs, to your chest, to where the strings of your bikini tie tight at your hips. you can practically feel her getting hard. no, see it, once you glance down.
her pants do a terrible job of hiding nine inches of anything.
“you’re right on time,” you add, giving her a slow once-over. “you want something to drink before you get started?”
“water,” she says, voice cracking just slightly. “please.”
you step aside to let her in. her shoulder brushes yours, and you swear you hear her breath hitch.
she follows you inside like a puppy, quiet, a little too eager, trying not to stare at the sway of your hips as you walk ahead. the kitchen’s cool from the A/C, but her skin’s already flushed. nervous, maybe. or just hot in all the wrong ways.
you open the fridge, bend at the waist just a little more than necessary, and hear it, sharp breath behind you. you smirk.
you hand her a cold bottle of water and lean back against the counter, sipping your own. her eyes are everywhere except your face.
“you sure you’re good to work in this heat?” you ask, tilting your head.
“yeah—yeah, totally,” she mutters. “just, uh… gotta get used to it, i guess.”
her voice is tight, and she keeps adjusting her pants. the fabric’s doing nothing for her anymore—it’s stretched high and obvious over the hard line of her cock, thick and pulsing and definitely not something she can hide.
you let your eyes linger.
she sees you looking, and freezes.
“sorry,” she blurts, color rushing to her face. “i—it just—happens sometimes. i didn’t mean—”
“don’t apologize,” you say, and your voice is low now, smooth like honey over warm skin. “it’s flattering.”
she blinks, mouth slightly parted. she doesn’t move.
“you ever get distracted like this doing yard work before?”
she shakes her head, stiff. “no. never.”
you take a slow step forward. then another. she stays rooted in place, but her eyes are wide now, caught between panic and something needier, darker, lower.
“you’re cute,” you murmur. “do people tell you that?”
she nods. “not like this.”
you smile, wicked. “not when they’re old enough to be your—?”
“don’t,” she says, voice cracking again, this time with need.
you reach out and tug at the hem of her hoodie, lifting it just enough to see the outline of her abs, the pale strip of skin above her waistband.
“what if i do?”
her breath shudders out of her, and you know you’ve got her now. you’ve had her since the moment she walked up your driveway.
your hand grazes the waistband of her shorts, and she twitches.
“this okay?” you ask, even though her cock is straining so hard against the fabric she probably couldn’t speak if she tried.
“please,” she whispers.
you palm her over the shorts, slow and firm, and she nearly folds in half. her hand shoots out to grip the counter behind you like she needs something to hold onto.
“fuck,” she mutters, voice rough.
“you’ve been hard since the porch,” you say softly. “poor thing.”
she whines. actually whines.
you tug the waistband down just enough to free her cock, and fuck, fuck, it’s big. thick, flushed, leaking already. you wrap your fingers around it and she jerks like she’s going to come already.
“been a while?” you ask, pumping her slowly, teasing.
she nods again, rapid and desperate.
“how long?”
“months,” she gasps. “i—I didn’t think—”
you hush her with a look.
“you’re doing so well,” you murmur. “so good for me.”
you drop to your knees, watching her bite back a moan when your tongue grazes the tip.
you drop to your knees, slow and smooth, like you’ve got all the time in the world. the tile floor is cool beneath you, but all you can feel is heat, radiating off her, thick in the air between you, pulsing under your skin.
she’s panting now. hands still braced on the counter like she doesn’t trust herself to stand.
her cock twitches once, hard, and you glance up at her with a lazy smile.
“shy all of a sudden?” you murmur, lips barely an inch from her tip.
“n–no,” she breathes, but her voice breaks on the edge of it.
you tilt your head and lean in, licking a slow stripe up the underside. she chokes on her breath, hips jolting forward like she didn’t mean to. her cock is hot and heavy against your tongue, salty-slick from precome, and you hum as you taste her.
“fuck—fuck,” she whispers, like a prayer, like she’s already overwhelmed.
you wrap one hand around the base and take her in, just the tip, wet and swollen and trembling against your lips. her knees buckle slightly and she whines again, desperate and already losing control. you flatten your tongue and let her slide a little deeper, sucking slow and steady while your hand strokes the rest.
“holy shit,” she mutters, eyes squeezed shut. “i can’t, fuck i can’t—”
“yes you can,” you say, pulling off just long enough to murmur it against her skin. “you will, baby. be my good girl c’mon”
you take her deeper this time, relaxing your throat inch by inch until she hits the back. her thighs are shaking, and her fingers curl tight around the edge of the counter, white-knuckled and straining.
you moan around her, and the sound makes her curse, low and guttural.
“oh god” she rasps. “you’re—so good, oh my god—”
you bob your head slowly, rhythm steady and slick. spit gathers at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin as you work her deeper each time. you can feel her pulsing under your tongue, twitching in your hand, already close and fighting it.
she looks down at you like she can’t believe this is real, as if she’s dreamt it before but never dared to imagine it this vivid. your mouth on her. your eyes locked on hers. your lips stretched wide around her cock.
you pull off again just long enough to stroke her faster with your hand, letting her glisten with spit.
“you’re gonna come for me, baby?” you whisper, voice thick and dark. “gonna let me taste you right?”
she nods, frantic. “yes. yes—please—i’m gonna—fuck—please—”
you suck her deep one last time, hollowing your cheeks and humming like you want her to feel it in her bones.
and she breaks.
her whole body goes rigid, and she lets out the quietest, most wrecked sound you’ve ever heard, a broken whimper as her cock jerks in your mouth, thick ropes of come hitting the back of your throat. you take it all, swallowing without flinching, hands never stopping their pace.
you stay there a second longer, licking her clean, letting her breathe.
when you finally pull back, she looks like she’s about to collapse.
you smile up at her, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
“good girl,” you say softly. “so sweet for me.”
her knees give just a little, and you catch her hips in your hands like it’s nothing. you watch her try to recover.
she's pink in the face, still trembling a little, like she hasn't come down from it yet. there's a drop of sweat at her temple, her lips parted, breath shallow. you give her thigh a soft pat and rise to your feet, brushing your fingers through your hair like none of it even fazed you.
"now," you say, sweetly, "didn't you have a list of things to do today?"
she blinks at you like she doesn’t speak english.
“you can start with the side gate. it sticks.”
you press a water bottle into her hand, smirk still curling your lips, and gesture toward the back door.
“chop chop.”
she looks stunned. dizzy. her cock still half-hard and damp in her shorts, clearly aching. but she nods and stumbles outside, and you watch her go with a smug little roll of your hips.
you rinse your mouth at the sink, pour yourself a cold glass of sweet tea, and head to the living room. the air feels sweeter now. heavy with satisfaction. you flop down onto the couch and scroll through your phone, every now and then catching glimpses of her through the back window.
she's not getting much done.
mostly she’s just… pacing. fidgeting. adjusting herself constantly. at one point, you see her press her palm flat to the wall, forehead against her arm, like she’s trying not to scream.
pathetic, you think, lips twitching.
but you don’t realize how far she’s slipping until you walk into the kitchen again an hour later, barefoot, glass in hand, and she’s suddenly there, behind you.
you barely hear the screen door shut.
then it’s heat. weight. her, right up against you, her chest pressed to your back, her breath ragged in your ear as her hips grind against your ass, slow and desperate.
“i—i can’t,” she whines. “i can’t take it. please.”
you let out a breath, startled but not surprised.
“billie—”
“please just the tip,” she begs, rutting against you like she’s lost her mind. “just for a second, please, please—i need it, i need it.”
her cock is hard again, throbbing against the curve of your ass. she’s leaking through her shorts, and you can feel it. sticky. wet. your thighs clench before you can stop them.
you turn around, glass thunking against the counter.
“you couldn’t last a full hour?” you taunt, raising an eyebrow.
she whimpers, shakes her head.
“no—no, i can’t—i tried—but you—your mouth—fuck—please let me in, i’ll be good, i swear—”
you glance her over, eyes trailing from her flushed cheeks to the twitch of her hips. her hands are gripping the counter on either side of you now, trapping you between her arms. she’s trembling. full-body, wrecked.
“fucking pathetic baby, go on then, just the tip,” you warn.
“yes—yes, just the tip—i promise—”
you grab her hand, drag it between your thighs.
“then make it quick, baby.”
you don’t even get your bottoms off all the way, just push them aside and let her fumble for her cock, already dripping. the moment she slides in, it’s like she breaks.
you gasp at the stretch, even the tip is too much, thick and hot and swollen from earlier, but before you can tell her to stop, she’s already moving. grinding. inching deeper without permission.
“oh my god,” she moans. “you’re so warm, so soaked, i can’t— daddy i can’t—”
“billie—baby—just the tip—”
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry daddy” she gasps, “but i have to, please—fuck—”
and then she thrusts.
hard.
you choke on your own breath as her cock sinks in deeper, too deep. she’s not slow, not gentle, not asking anymore. she’s fucking you like something snapped inside her. like her brain shut off and her body’s only got one gear now: ruin.
you brace yourself on the counter, eyes wide, mouth open. she’s panting behind you, moaning shamelessly, hips slamming into yours like she needs to break you open.
“you feel so good—so tight—i’m gonna lose it—fuck—”
“b–billie, wait—slow down—”
“i can’t,” she cries out. “been waiting so long daddy, tr—tried to be your good girl but —fuck — your mouth, your body, need it—” your knees nearly give out from the force of her thrusts, your legs trembling beneath you, muscles locking and then failing with every brutal snap of her hips. the counter edge bites into your palms as you scrabble for something solid, anything to hold onto. the countertop, the cabinet handle, the slick curve of the sink. all of it feels too far, too smooth, too useless.
and she just keeps going, fingertips slipping on the smooth tile. her cock drives into you again and again, relentless and wild, dragging shocked little gasps from your throat each time she bottoms out. the sound of it, skin on skin, wet and obscene, bounces off the walls like it means something. every slap is a sharp echo, every thrust a gut-punch of pressure and heat. your slick drips down your inner thighs, pooling where her hips meet yours, and she’s using it, gripping your waist like it’s the only thing tethering her to reality, slamming into you so hard the cabinets rattle.
your stomach brushes the counter now with each thrust, the hard granite cold under your skin, grounding you just enough to feel how badly you're unraveling. your mouth drops open, but the only sounds that come out are gasps, high-pitched, desperate little hiccups of breath that feel like they don’t even belong to you anymore.
“fuck, baby, you’re so deep, gosh—”
the words fall out of you, shaky and half-slurred, barely coherent through the moans clawing their way up your throat. your voice wavers, pitch climbing, your whole body twitching with every brutal snap of her hips.
but she’s not listening.
she’s gone somewhere else entirely now, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted, her face twisted in something dark and wild. there’s no trace left of the nervous, soft-spoken girl who stumbled in this morning. no hesitation. no shame. just raw, animal hunger bleeding out of her in every brutal thrust.
the shy energy she clung to earlier has shattered, scattered across the tile floor like broken glass. what’s left behind is something messier, darker, needier. she doesn’t just want you, she wants to own you. carve herself into your body, leave a mark that won’t wash off. she’s gripping your hips like you might disappear, dragging you back onto her cock with a force that knocks the breath from your lungs.
you’re soaked, dripping. stretched so full you feel like you might split open around her. her cock slams into you again and again, thick and relentless, and your legs tremble like they can’t decide whether to hold you up or collapse beneath you.
she fucks you through every word. every gasp. every shaky plea. like she wants to fuck the dominance out of you, needs to. and she does.
bit by bit, thrust by thrust, she tears it out of you.
until all that’s left is the slick sound of skin slapping skin, her ragged breath at your neck, and your whimpering, fucked-out voice breaking as you try to keep up with her.
within seconds, you’re gasping, broken open around her cock, your voice going high and panicked.
“please—too much—slow down—i can’t—i can’t—”
she moans, deep and rough.
“you said just the tip,” she pants, “but you’re taking me so deep daddy, feels so good.”
you’re drooling. you’re soaked. your thighs are shaking and your dominance is gone. completely stripped away.
now it’s you who’s begging.
“billie—fuck baby—m’ gonna come, m’ so close—slow down”
but she doesn’t.
if anything she fucks you harder. relentless. like she’s wrapping her whole body around you, locking you in place with the sheer force of her need. every thrust is deep and perfect, hitting that soaked, sensitive spot inside you that makes your legs kick uselessly under you. you can’t even stand anymore. you’re just there, pinned between her and the counter, your body open and helpless and trembling.
you feel like you’re being devoured. her cock fills you so perfectly, thick and throbbing, sliding through slick heat like she was made for this, made for you.
your moans dissolve into incoherence, little high-pitched gasps and garbled sobs of her name. your nails scrape the counter. your forehead drops to the cool tile. every inch of your skin is burning. every thought in your head is gone.
and billie?
she’s gone, too.
whatever sweet, nervous girl showed up this morning doesn’t exist anymore. she’s feral now, needy, obsessed, completely unhinged in the way she chases her pleasure through yours. her mouth is at your shoulder, breath hot and open, teeth dragging across your skin like she wants to bite. her voice is thick and wrecked, each moan a promise that she’s not slowing down.
“daddy, feels so good” she groans. “so wet, want you to cum for me mama, please”
your orgasm crashes into you, your whole body locking up and then shuddering violently, mouth open in a silent scream. your cunt pulses around her, soaking everything, dripping down both your thighs as your body milks her cock for everything it can give.
she moans behind you, a desperate, needy sound, and her hips stutter. “billie, baby, cum in me, please,” billie’s breath hitches, her hips slowing just enough before she finally releases inside you, warm and heavy, every movement softening as she collapses against your back, whispering “thank you’s” profusely.
you squeeze her gently, a slow smile tugging at your lips. “i think you’ve earned that summer money, princess”
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warnings: spanking
a/n: did i wake up at 6am just to write this? yes 😸😽
the bar was packed, bass-heavy music pulsing through the bodies packed between low red lights and sticky floors. you were leaned against the high-top near the back, drink in hand, dressed in something you knew would make billie twitch.
she was across the room, posted at the bar, watching you with the kind of stare that could set skin on fire. you’d clocked it the second you walked in, she was already on edge. you liked that.
you smiled at someone who passed by a little too close, just enough to catch billie’s attention. you didn’t even have to look; you felt her move before she did.
she was suddenly at your side, cool and quiet, towering over you.
“you done being a brat yet?” she asked, close to your ear, voice low enough to make your neck prickle.
you turned your head slowly, flashing that cocky smile of yours. “was i being a brat? or are you just mad i’m not begging for your attention tonight?”
billie didn’t respond, she just looked you up and down like she was picking out the exact way she was going to break you later.
“you think i won’t embarrass you right here?” she muttered, hand brushing the small of your back like a warning. “keep running that mouth.”
you stepped closer, chest brushing hers. “please. you’re not gonna do anything in public.”
billie’s smile was tight. dangerous. “keep testing me.”
you took another sip of your drink, slowly. “you like it when i do.”
she stepped forward until your back hit the edge of the high-top table.
“you wanna keep playing? but baby you and i both know i’ll have you begging for my dick in seconds?”
your lips curved. “you wish.”
billie grabbed your wrist, not rough, but firm enough to make your pulse jump. she didn’t say another word, just guided you through the crowd and out the door, her grip unrelenting the whole way. the cool night air hit your skin like a slap, but it didn’t sober you. not with the way billie’s jaw was locked, the silence vibrating with all the promises she hadn’t spoken yet.
the door slammed behind you with a sharp click.
you barely had time to kick off your shoes before billie was on you, her hand gripping the back of your neck, pushing you up against the hallway wall.
“still feeling brave, sweetheart?” she murmured into your ear, voice deceptively calm.
you let out a breathy laugh. “little bit.”
she chuckled, low and humorless, her other hand sliding around your waist to hold you still. “you think i didn’t see what you were doing back at the bar? making me chase you. acting like i wouldn’t do anything about it.”
you tilted your head toward her, smiling even as your heart pounded. “worked, didn’t it?”
her grip on your neck tightened, just slightly. just enough. “you love testing me, don’t you?”
“maybe,” you whispered, bold. “maybe i just like what happens when you lose patience.”
that did it.
without another word, billie spun you around, her grip firm as she dragged you down the hall and into the bedroom. you stumbled slightly, heart leaping as the tension cracked open into something heavier.
she pushed you down onto the bed, one hand pressed between your shoulder blades to keep you there. the mattress dipped beneath your knees as you shifted, breath hitching as you heard the faint sound of her belt sliding through its loops behind you.
“you gonna behave now, slut?” she whispered in your ear.
your ass was already sore from the spanking billie had just delivered earlier today, each slap a sharp reminder not to play games you couldn’t win. your face was pressed into the pillow, body aching, your pussy dripping, puffy and needy from hours of cruel teasing. you whimpered, broken down and soaked in the haze of it all.
“please—please bils,” you whined, voice cracking on the edge of desperation.
“tsk. you know better than that, princess,” billie said, her voice like gravel and silk. “c’mon—does daddy need to punish you again? hm?”
you shook your head quickly, but the moment you did, her hand came down hard on your already tender ass, pulling a sob from your lips.
“daddy—daddy—m’sorry,” you gasped, your body trembling. “please, i need you—”
she grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up. “you need me? huh, baby?”
you nodded frantically, tears welling in your eyes from how much you did. from how deep she had you under now.
billie scoffed softly, her gaze dark and unforgiving. “how stupid are you, baby, huh? daddy’s barely touched you and i’ve already got you too dumb to remember your manners.”
you couldn’t speak, just nodded, shook your head, did anything to show her how far gone you were.
she smirked. “fucking slut. can’t even be thankful. need daddy to fuck you stupid, babygirl?” you nod quickly, as billie’s cock enters you, slowly splitting you apart. billie runs her hands down your back, pressing into your back dimples as she stills inside you. “move, daddy, move please” you whimper out, softly. “hm? what was that c’mon speak up, whore” “daddy need you to move please” billie just hums in approval.
“that’s it baby, see is it so hard to behave?”
“no daddy, m’sorry, gonna be your good girl daddy” billie hums, beginning to move her cock at a faster pace. your moans increased, whimpers and whines heard everywhere.
“yeah, so much better when you don’t have that slutty mouth of yours running,”
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