#eva swarm

[ncsdlr]

I'm Bored | GP!Billie Eilish x Reader

Smut: blowjob, dick riding

Your phone buzzes on the table, pulling you from whatever mindless scroll you were on. It's a text from Billie, that familiar name lighting up the screen. You tap it open, and there it is—a photo that hits you like a jolt.

She's lounging on her couch in what looks like her living room, pants tugged down just enough to expose the waistband of her black boxers.

The fabric strains against her obvious erection, the thick outline of her cock pushing up and spilling slightly over the elastic edge, a hint of the swollen head peeking out. Her brunette hair falls messily around her face, green eyes staring at the camera with that signature smirk.

The caption reads: Im bored. Suck me off?

Heat rushes through you instantly, your pussy clenching at the sight. Billie's always been bold, but this? It's direct, demanding, and it makes your mouth water.

You don't hesitate—your fingers fly across the keyboard: On my way. Be there in 10.

The drive to her house feels endless, your mind racing with images of that photo, your thighs pressing together as anticipation builds. When you pull up to her gated driveway, the door's already cracked open like she knew you'd come running.

You slip inside, the familiar scent of her place—faint weed and expensive candles—wrapping around you.

"Billie?" you call out softly, kicking off your shoes in the entryway.

"Living room," her voice drifts back, low and teasing.

You find her exactly as in the photo, sprawled on the oversized sectional, pants still low on her hips. She hasn't bothered to cover up; the tent in her boxers is even more pronounced now, her cock twitching visibly as she spots you.

"Fuck, you actually came," she says, her lips curling into a grin. She pats the spot next to her. "Get over here. I've been hard since I snapped that."

You drop your bag and cross the room, sinking to your knees in front of her without a word. Your hands slide up her thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. She watches you, eyes darkening with lust.

"That's it," she murmurs, her voice husky. "Pull 'em down. See what you do to me."

Your fingers hook into the waistband of her boxers and pants, tugging them down together. Her cock springs free, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It's fully hard, curving slightly upward, nestled against the soft patch of dark hair at the base. You wrap your hand around the shaft, giving it a slow stroke, and Billie groans, her head falling back against the cushions.

"Shit, yeah... just like that," she breathes. "Open up for me."

You lean in, parting your lips and taking the tip into your mouth. The salty taste of her pre-cum coats your tongue as you swirl around the head, sucking gently. Billie’s hand finds your hair, fingers threading through it—not pushing, just guiding.

"Mmm, good girl," she says, her hips shifting slightly. "Take more. I want to feel that throat."

Emboldened, you slide down further, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head. Her cock fills your mouth, stretching your lips around its girth. You work your tongue along the underside, tracing the prominent vein, while your hand pumps the base in rhythm. Billie's breaths come faster, her free hand gripping the couch.

"Fuck, your mouth is perfect," she pants. "Suck harder—yeah, like that. God, you're gonna make me cum so fast."

You hum around her length, the vibration drawing a sharp moan from her. Saliva drips down your chin as you pick up the pace, slurping noisily, determined to push her over the edge as you reach up and fondle her heavy balls. Her cock throbs against your tongue, swelling even more.

"I'm close," she warns, her voice strained. "Don't stop—swallow it all for me."

With a final, deep thrust into your mouth, Billie comes undone. Hot spurts of cum flood your mouth, thick and bitter, coating your throat as you swallow greedily. She holds your head steady, riding out the waves with low grunts, her body tensing and then relaxing.

When she's spent, you pull back slowly, licking your lips clean. Billie looks down at you, chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Best boredom cure ever," she says, pulling you up for a lazy kiss. "Stay a while?"

You break the kiss, your lips still tingling from the taste of her, and meet Billie's gaze with a hungry look.

Her cock, still semi-hard and slick from your mouth, rests against her thigh, twitching faintly as if already stirring back to life.

The ache between your legs has only grown, your pussy soaked and throbbing from the thrill of sucking her off.

"Let me ride you," you say, your voice low and needy, already shifting to straddle her lap.

Billie's eyes light up, that smirk widening as she leans back, spreading her legs a bit wider on the couch. "Yeah? You want this dick inside you already?"

She reaches down, giving her shaft a lazy stroke to coax it back to full hardness. It swells quickly under her touch, thickening and lengthening until it's rigid again, the head flushed and ready.

You nod, hiking up your skirt and shoving your panties aside—no time for undressing fully. Your fingers brush your slick folds, parting them as you position yourself over her.

The tip of her cock nudges your entrance, hot and insistent, and you sink down slowly, gasping at the stretch. Her girth fills you inch by inch, your walls clenching around the veined length as you take her deeper.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Billie groans, her hands gripping your hips to steady you. "Slide down all the way—let me feel that pussy grip me."

You do, bottoming out with a moan, her cock buried to the hilt inside you. The fullness makes your clit throb against her pubic bone, and you rock your hips experimentally, grinding to adjust.

Then you start moving, lifting up until just the head remains inside, then dropping back down, fucking yourself on her with deliberate thrusts.

Billie watches, transfixed, her breath coming in sharp bursts. "That's it, ride me hard. Bounce on this cock like you need it."

Her fingers dig into your ass, urging you faster, but she lets you set the pace, her hips bucking up occasionally to meet your descent.

You pick up speed, your thighs flexing as you slam down repeatedly, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Her cock drags against your inner walls with every rise and fall, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Sweat beads on your skin, your breasts bouncing under your top as you chase the building pressure.

"God, you look so fucking hot doing that," Billie pants, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple through your shirt. "Keep going—milk me with that tight pussy. I'm gonna fill you up again."

The words spur you on, your movements turning frantic. You lean forward, bracing your hands on her shoulders, and ride her harder, your clit grinding against her with each plunge.

Pleasure coils tight in your core, her cock pulsing inside you, and you clench around her deliberately, drawing a ragged curse from her lips.

"Yes—fuck, just like that," she hisses, her head tipping back. "Cum on my dick first. I want to feel you squeeze me."

It hits you suddenly, your orgasm crashing over you as you grind down one last time. Your pussy spasms around her length, waves of ecstasy rippling through you, and you cry out, nails digging into her skin. Billie thrusts up sharply, prolonging it, her own release following right after—hot jets of cum erupting deep inside you, coating your walls as she grinds against you.

You collapse against her chest, both of you breathing heavily, her cock still twitching within your pulsing heat. She wraps her arms around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Damn," she murmurs, voice rough with satisfaction. "Round two was even better."

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inspo

[ems1892]

𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑬𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒙 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒃 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Fluff 

It’s always been a known thing in your relationship with Billie that you were obsessed with billies boobs. And most of the time it wasn’t even really sexual, you just wanted to cuddle up in bed and smash your head between them and today was one of those days.

You and Billie had been out all day running errands, and it was warm out, so like any normal person she wore a tank top. But god did it drive you crazy. 

You both were casually walking up the street, ice cream in hand laughing about nothing in particular. But your eyes couldn’t tear away from billies cleavage. And Billie noticed, she definitely noticed. “My eyes are up here you know” she teases “shut up you know I can’t help myself” you huff as She laughs at your antics 

You finally make it home feet aching in your shoes but smiles on both your faces and a lingering taste of ice cream on your tongue. “I thought I was gonna die it’s so warm” billie sighs dramatically, stretching so a piece of her beautiful skin on her lower stomach shows. “You’re so pretty, you know that?” You smile tilting your head, watching her from a few steps away. Billie blushes looking away. “You’re such a flatterer” she murmurs stepping closer to you so she looking straight at you, close to you now. You slide your hands onto her hips leaning in to kiss her softly. 

As the evening progressed you finally end up cuddling in bed after showering together. She’s just wearing a thin tank top to sleep with no bra underneath so you can see the outline of her nipples pressed against it. You lay on top of her, resting your head on her boobs over her tank top, leaving a light kiss on the top of her left boob. 

That was fine for a while until you wanted to actually feel her skin against yours. You sit up slightly, leaning up to face her. You tug on the top of her tank top hoping she’ll get the hint. “Can I..?”  You whisper quietly still hesitant to ask even after all this time. She smiles softly chuckling to herself quietly “go ahead baby, you know you don’t have to ask anymore, I love when you act like this”  she murmurs giving you permission.“Thank you, I’ve been wanting this all day” you admit quietly. 

You slide the straps on her tank top down softly, pulling down the front of it revealing her breasts to your gaze. You leave a kiss of gratitude on her collarbone before resting your face comfortably against her cleavage. 

You leave kisses all around her boobs and nipples not meaning to be sexual at all, just comforting both you and her. Once you’ve finished all your kisses, you rest you head comfortably against her chest, listening to her steady heartbeat as it lulls you to sleep right in the heaven of being between her boobs.

A/n -  this was a request by one of my beautiful moots such a cute idea I hope you love it ml <3

[projecthailspiral]

Eva

⛧ Kinktober 10.31 ~ Eva (Swarm)

✶ "She's evil, we've come to tell you that she's evil--most definitely."

⋆ toxic relationship dynamic 😋, smut, fingering (r receiving), reader says like two things the whole oneshot whoopsies, one use of 'y/n', dark themes (?), a few religious terms (should that be a warning??), weird metaphoric imagery, blood mention

⋆ A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! This is lowk one of my favorite things I've written 😛

You were there before it all. Before her words were twisted, unintelligible preaches. Sentences that made you feel like you were touching the unreachable.

You were there, years ago, when she fell at a mere 4'6, with what felt like centuries ahead of you. When she picked flowers that never really stood out, and said simple things that seemed to explain more than they really did at the time.

When the world seemed small, something stupid that only adults understood. When it was just the two of you, her stupid smile, and the shit she said, that gave small things worth.

But something changed—not sudden, not overnight. But secrets, fantasies. Darkness that flowed through Eva's veins like a river of blood. Slow, trickling over the span of years.

Her soft words, stupidly funny one-liners, and dry humor became a ghost of what they used to be. She used her voice like a sword—slicing into your skin until she found an opening to your blood. Your mind. Your body.

Language became power, a sort of corrupt pathway to what she described as peace. Control became a weapon, something that could ground you and pull you right back into her grasp right after a taste of freedom.

You distanced yourself, but it hurt. To watch the girl you grew up with, shared pain and every complaint with—just leave. She dropped out, moved away, essentially erased herself from existence.

But then you found her again — or, more so, she caught you. The memory was a blur. Somehow, she reached your number.

Lured you in with a disgustingly reminiscent greeting, gave sarcastic comments that felt a little too familiar for your poor heart. Tentative messages shifted into arranged meet-ups, dates where she spoke loose and warm but kept you tied to her with a leash. Latched onto you and sucked the self-control from your body like a leech.

Between sermons that seemed more like intimate riddles and brief brushes of her touch, you found yourself staying over at the shared cabin more often than you went home. It was never outright said, but she'd speak to you like she knew you were already sealed right where she wanted you.

And now?

Now, you're just another boundary she can cross. You think about leaving—too often—but it never reaches past your mind. Because as soon as she looks at you like she can see right through you, you're practically already dropped to your knees.

She worships you, sultry praise and sweet nothings spilling from her lips quietly like something never meant to be said. But her words lose their meaning

Eva is calculated—an illusion of comfort and safety that blurs into desire and heat. She'll touch you like you're a treasure—all care and gentle and never rushed—then leave the other side of the bed cold in the morning, made perfectly like she was never there. Only a fantasy.

And then she's normal—like her fingers weren't prying you open just 12 hours before. Her smile is never playful in the morning. Just small. Neutral. Too dangerous to soothe the burn she left between your legs.

And too quiet to make your heart throb any less.

Eva is but a whisper of pleasure—a temporary fulfillment that warms the ache in your chest. But as soon as the lamp is dimmed, and her breathing slows to a steady pace in her sleep, the emptiness returns. Deeper. And when you wake up to an empty bed, you only feel hollow.

She still makes your heart race—because of the butterflies or the fear of what she could do to you, you're not sure. Maybe you are, but some things are better left unspoken.

Today is no different. Scheduled, half-planned, half-improv by the genius herself. Hikes before the clock can even hit a reasonable number, where the sky feels more like a void than something free. When the grass crunches beneath the girls' shoes, familiar, borderline satisfying.

A comfortable lunch, where feelings escape mouths like routine. Like some sort of eternal group therapy. The clock ticks louder in your ears when you're thinking. Eva notices—she always does—and pulls you back to earth with a tone that you know is rehearsed.

"Y/n? What about you?" She'll say, and you'll lift your head like she's got you trained. And maybe she does.

You'll spill like you always do. Never overflow—you're careful not to—only say enough to make everyone question less, for them to nod and move on.

You're called in by one of the girls. The door, propped open like a forced welcome, is tall. Pale. Toned with shadows that only form because the lights are always off.

She's sat down. Waiting. Expecting. You've been through this before—too many times to count. "A refresher," she'll call it. "A way to get all of your feelings out."

She greets you with a hug, one you barely hesitate to reciprocate. She'll hum right in your ear, enough to send shivers across your skin. She'll lead you to the floor—plush, neutral-toned beanbags. Knit carpet. Headbeams tilted up, low enough that it feels like it's closing you in. Light filters in from the annoyingly colorful stained glass window.

Her voice is soft. Melodic. A dangerous harmony that slips into your ears, and you already know you're fucked when it does.

"You've been tense lately," she'll comment. Not an accusation, nor a question. Just a statement. A fact. Something that lets you know she sees everything. Hears it all. And soon enough, she'll be feeling it.

You don't nod, but the way your fingers curl and uncurl into themselves tells her more than it ever should.

A soft breath escapes her lips, contrasting with the disgusting silence. "I just want to understand. Tell me, what's on your mind?" Her fingers still yours, prying your hands apart and joining them with hers. Her words never tremble. They don't waver, they don't carry uncertainties.

They never do. Like she's got everything planned out. Every wrinkle of your mind, sketched into her own. Her eyes scan your face as if she already knows you're going to answer.

And you do. One by one, feelings, tension, thoughts, fears, it all tumbles out. Interrupted occasionally by her insufferably gentle prompting and hushed, dark praise.

When almost everything you have is out, she'll smile—serpentine, sultry. Because your vulnerability is a trophy, and with every secret her twisted mind stores, she's only getting closer to the finish line.

"Very good," she hums, syllables drawn out longer than appropriate. "You did so well today."

And every word hits deep. Low. Scandalously low. Exactly where you don't want it to. When you shift, she already knows she's won.

"Still a little tense, though," she'll purr, hands slipping onto your thighs. It's all too familiar. And you hate the fact that you thrive on it. "Do you need me to handle that?" She doesn't have to ask. But she does, because it gives the impression of choice. That you could say no, even when every inch of you knows you want it—want her.

A plea escapes your throat despite yourself—just like every one of your confessions has in the past 30 minutes. Her eyes will darken, even despite the absurdly blue shade. Before you know it, her lips are on yours—not harsh, never harsh. Gentle, deep, messy enough to make you feel like you're the only one.

You're drunkenly responding, driven by arousal and everything you shouldn't feel. Her limbs tangle with yours, removing each piece of clothing from your body like she's slowly de-armoring you. You're shattered, weak, vulnerable when she's like this, and she knows it.

"Always so soaked, love," she hums, fingers dancing over the wetness between your legs. Two graceful fingers slide inside of you, working you open with ease. The sounds that spark are horribly loud, wet, obscene. "You've needed this, hm?" You nod frantically. It still sounds therapeutic. Like she's still digging for your weakness—and she probably is. She's probably already found it.

But you're too mesmerized by the feelings to care. Right now, you're malleable. Ignorant of what she's turning you into. Because it feels like she's worshipping you. It feels like something deeper than desire. And it is—but not in the way you want. Certainly not.

"How does that feel?" She murmurs, as if your whimpers and moans aren't enough to tell her.

"Fuck—so-so good," you gasp, back arching while she fucks deeper into you. She's got you in fetters. And you don't dare try to struggle.

Her touch alone feels like it could sanctify you. She treats you like something sacred when you're broken open for her.

Her free hand marks course across your bare, sweaty skin. Clicking her tongue when you jump from her thumb on your core.

She rubs you like it's premeditated, but you don't care. You can't. Not when your end is right there and her praise is unimaginably perfect.

"You did so well," rolls off her tongue like it's made to be, like maybe you deserve it. Her fingers speed up, followed by your choked whines and gasps. "Let go for me, sweet girl," she says, like she's memorized every tell. Everything she knows that says you're at the edge.

Your climax hits you like a brick, white-hot, crashing over you hard, leaving you in overwhelmed tears and trembling.

Her continuous, smooth praise barely makes it through to you as you tumble back down to earth, chest rising and falling unsteadily.

"There you go..." she hums as your body melts against the bean bag. She watches your eyelids flutter, sleepy with the intensity of the day and the intimacy you just shared. "Rest well," she giggles as you doze off in the plush material caging you in.

You know you'll probably wake up in your bed, carried there by yours truly. You know she'll be the way she always is—a cycle of ruining you and then bringing you right back to reality in the morning. You know there's no tenderness outside of her half-present touch during the day.

But really, you can't care. You will, and you know it—but not yet.

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[47lake]

need me

synopsis: you’re on a road trip when you run into eva at a gas station, it’s getting late and she invites you to her place. things quickly grow hot and heavy as the magnetic stranger lures you in further.

‼️: dom!eva, sub!reader, manipulation, coaxing, smut, cursing, oral, fingering, controlling, praise, idk they’re fucking w/c: 2.4k

you scanned the gas station shelves, carefully eyeing over the small selection of snacks. you were stuck between some m&ms and some takis, a pros and cons list forming in your mind of each option. the question of ‘which would be easier to eat for another 63 miles?’ danced through your head.

you were deep in thought as the smell of warm vanilla ran through your nose. you turned around, scanning the store for the culprit.

that’s when you spotted her, her gaze already even with your own, like she had carefully handpicked you out of everyone in the small, crowded room.

her eyes held yours just above the shelves, her bright blue stare and blonde locks the only thing visible overtop the bright bottles.

you felt your feet leading you across the aisles, it was like she was luring you in.

once you got to her chosen aisle you stoped, now face to face with the captivating girl.

“hi.”

she turned away from the array of drinks in front of her.

“hey, what’s your name?”

her voice oozed with invitation, it was like she was pulling your darkest secrets out of your throat without the need to even ask. everything about her seemed so sweet, so warm.

your name left your lips before you could realize you had opened your mouth, your hand flew to cover it, like you could put it back somehow.

“what a beautiful name, you can call me eva.”

you smiled, scanning her over in an attempt to figure out why you felt so drawn to her.

she turned her back to you and made her way to the register, to no surprise you followed right on her heels.

“so, what brings you into town? i can see you aren’t from here.”

your eyes danced around the store as you took in her newly formed perception, looking for an answer that would pique her interest while also making yourself appear relaxed.

“just passing through, i’m on a road trip of sorts.”

she nodded along as she stepped up to the register, motioning for you to put your m&ms down next to her items.

“oh, you don’t have to..”

your sentence trailed off as she pulled them gently from your hand.

“i insist.”

her hand lingered on yours as you listened to the barcode scan.

“that’ll be 11.78”

her touch left just as quickly as it appeared, somehow you already missed her warm and soft skin.

you looked around the register, eyeing the extensive collection of magnets that came from all over, several countries and states with beautiful designs. each magnet unique in its own way.

“well, are you coming?”

you snapped away from the suddenly unimportant magnets and saw her waiting in the doorway, the bell over the door ringing out as it swayed back and forth. you told the cashier thank you and hurried out behind her.

“it’s getting a little late and there’s not any hotels near by, you should come stay at my place.”

you stopped in your tracks and met her gaze again, thinking it over, or you were trying to. it was hard to focus with her gaze seeping into your skin.

“that’d be great! ..unless you’re like gonna kill me or something..?”

she smiled and laughed as she fished your m&ms out of the plastic bag in her hand.

“i promise i won’t ‘like kill you or something’.”

she pointed down a winding road with dark trees lining each side, a street light flickered in the distance, she turned to be sure you saw her.

“i’m right down this road, just follow me.”

she walked over to her car as you got back into your own, gripping the steering wheel as you started it up.

were you really about to go spend the night with a stranger?

well, at least she’s a pretty stranger.

you watched across the small parking lot as she began to drive off, you followed closely behind her, per usual.

after a short drive you arrived a rather large house, far too big for just one person. you shrugged it off and parked, turning the car off and hopping out.

“this is all for you?”

she smiled and admired the grand structure.

“oh, no. i live with a few friends but they’re all away on a retreat right now, they won’t be home for a few more days.”

you nodded and gathered your belongings out of your trunk, locking your car as eva led you inside.

as your foot passed the threshold of the doorway you were greeted by a smell you couldn’t quite place, something sweet and nostalgic yet earthy almost.

you took in the spacious interior as your eyes danced around the open floor plan.

“follow me.”

two simple words, somehow silky smooth yet firm, in a way that you obliged without a second thought.

at this point she could practically put you on a leash the way you followed her around like a moth to a flame.

she gave you a simple tour of the place, the bathroom, the room where you’d stay, the kitchen, the whole nine yards.

you ended the tour at the end of a lined hallway, a dark oak door pulled shut, warm light peering just under the edge.

“this is my room, just in case you need something in the night.”

she pushes the door open and you slowly step inside, taking in the warm ambient lighting coating the off-white walls, the space somehow simple yet intricate. wood accents flowed throughout, perfectly contrasting the pale paint. greenery bloomed in corners, housed in beautiful pots and vases.

various art pieces were scattered around, each piece unique yet somehow on the same plane as the others. one wall covered completely by a dark bookshelf, housing dozens of novels and stories as well as vinyl for miles. an antique record player sat in the corner, it was something you could tell was personal to her.

“like what you see?”

you smile and turn to her, not realizing how enamored you had become with the space.

“sorry, i just love what you’ve done in here.”

she nodded and ran her hand over your shoulders, goosebumps now adorning your skin.

“i appreciate that, look as long as you like.”

her hand drops and your heart rate follows close behind, returning to a normal and steady pace.

you walk over to the grand bookshelf, eyes dancing around the colorful spines as you look over her vast collection.

“you can borrow one if you like.”

you shake your head, yet smiling at her offer.

“thank you, but i’m not a big reader, i envy people like you that are.”

that’s when you make your way over to her vinyl, this array somehow seemed larger than the previous one.

you could tell she took good care of her music, artists ranging from the beetles to tyler, the creator.

“this must’ve taken years to collect.”

your fingers run along the shelves as you take guesses as to just how many albums there were in front of you.

“oh yes, i’ve been collecting since i was a young teen.”

you nod along and start to head towards the door.

“i’m sorry for encroaching on your space, i-“

she places a soft hand on yours, cutting off your sentence, her other hand grasping your now rosy cheek.

“don’t apologize, you’re welcome any time, love.”

your eyes meet for a second, she only pulls her focus away to study your features, like she was putting a puzzle together in her mind.

“so gorgeous..”

the words as quiet as a whisper, just under her breath but loud enough for you to hear. her thumb gliding gently over the soft skin of your cheek. your face went hot as you fully understood what she had said.

“oh, shit. sorry, i didn’t mean to say that.”

her hand dared to pull away from your face at her realization, you brought your hand up quickly and placed it over hers, ensuring it stay in place.

“no, it’s okay.”

your eyes locked again, those blue eyes washing over you like warm waves in the evening sun. her light freckles painted her nose and her ever so slightly pink cheeks in perfect constellations.

that’s when your lips met, you hadn’t even realized you were leaning in until you felt her plump lips on your own. it felt as though you were unwrapping a present on christmas eve, timid at first, careful and cautious. quickly it became all you could focus on, filling your senses entirely. you wanted to peel back the layers and find out what hid inside.

your arms wrapped around her neck as hers found home on your hips, she quickly took control of the the kiss, you happily let her, of course.

the feeling of her touch, the way she smelled, the desperation between the two of you, it was consuming you entirely. you were drowning in her and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

her grasp on your hips became firm as she walked you backwards towards the bed, your knees quickly hit the edge and you fell back against it. your lips disconnected as you hit the comforter, she was now standing over you, a sly, proud smile painted all over her face.

“i’ve been wanting to do this since i first saw you.”

her lips melded to the sensitive parts of your neck, you tucked your lip between your teeth to keep your composure.

“you just seemed so sweet, so easy, like a lost fawn.”

her stamps of adoration traveled to your collarbone as she spoke, low and gravelly.

“i know you want this, that sweet face tells on you.”

your hands ran through her hair as she teased you. grasping for handfuls when she hit a sensitive spot.

her lips left your poor skin with a pop, she was now inches away from your face, eyeing you over like prey.

“tell me how badly you want me.”

her hand ran gently between your legs, eliciting a small gasp from your lips as she applied pressure.

“so bad, i want you so bad.”

she pulled your loose hoodie up over your head, revealing your bare chest. her foxy grin returning as she runs her fingertips gently across the exposed skin.

“so pretty like this, all for me, isn’t that right?”

you nod and squeeze the fabric beneath you as she rolls your nipples between her index and thumbs. shocks course through your veins like electricity, she was making you feel good and she knew it.

“poor thing, you would’ve been so lost without me, so lucky that i found you.”

wet kisses cascade across your chest, close enough to make you gasp yet far enough to make you whine.

you can feel her smiling into your skin, pleased with the mess she was making of you. slowly but surely she makes her way down, running her tongue just above the waistline of your sweats.

you push your hips up, eager for the relief only she could bring.

“patience sweetheart, you can take it.”

her warm fingers creep under the elastic and she pulls them down torturously slow, kissing your hips tenderly all the while.

once they were fully off a teasing, cocky smirk tugged at her lips. your impatience clearly collecting in your navy underwear.

“you’re doing so well, i know how badly you need me.”

her thumb pressed firmly against the puddle and into your core, your back arches off the bed at the contact, already aching for more. her fingers work slow circles against your sensitive bud through the fabric.

a loud gasp erupts from your throat at the sensation, the fabric giving you much needed friction. your hips rolling against her touch already, she can’t tear her eyes away from the sight.

she meets your gaze finally as she lowers her head down, biting the edge of the fabric and pulling it off with her teeth, her eyes never leaving yours.

“prettier than i could’ve ever imagined.”

she ran her tongue through the coating of need, pulling it away quickly, she was such a tease. she hummed in approval.

“so sweet, perfect for such a sweet girl.”

you huffed and angled your hips closer to her face, desperate for more. you whined and whimpered as she watched, her hands remained firm around your thighs, squeezing them tightly.

her tongue slowly broke you open, sinking deeper inside of you as you moaned out. her eyes remained locked on you as you squirmed beneath her, relishing in the pleasure she was giving you.

she pulled you closer as her tongue darted in and out, eager to see you unravel further. her nose hitting your clit with each stroke never failing to make you gasp.

she traveled up to your clit, running circles around it and taking it between her lips, basking in the loud moans as she coaxed them out of you.

she slipped one finger in, your slick desire letting her in with ease. you tightened around her as she moaned against you, slipping another finger in simultaneously.

“tell me how good i make you feel, i want to hear you say it.”

her fingers sped up as she waited for a reply, making sure your words would come out in between choked moans.

“feels, good.. you feel.. so good..”

you could hardy speak with the way she was pulling loud moans from you like it was nothing. you couldn’t think with how focused you were on the satisfaction she was so generously giving you.

“no one makes you feel this good, isn’t that right?”

her lips returned to your clit as she moaned against you, urging a response from you.

a long string of rushed ‘mhm’s came as you bit your lip, trying to keep your ever approaching release at bay. she pulled away again and instead brought her other hand to your clit, tracing quick circles against you as she applied pressure.

“very good.”

her pace suddenly became inhumane, the room became hazy and the world grew quiet as she fucked into you. she knew you were getting close and you could hardly hold back anymore.

“ev- i’m!-“

you heard her cocky laugh and then she spoke.

“i know, so precious, let it all out for me. you can do that can’t you?”

you let go and your orgasm rolled over you like a tidal wave, engulfing you entirely. you shook in her grasp as you slowly came down from your high. falling against the bed as you heaved, catching your breath.

“so .. good..”

she smiled as she laid next to you, pleased with your relaxed state.

“yeah? what do you think you should say then?”

“thank you, eva.”

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i have no idea if you do fics for eva from swarm but i’m begging you for another!! maybe like we join the group unknowingly but eva takes a particular liking to us? you can change stuff about that idek what i’m saying i just need more eva fics

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All Mine

Eva x female reader !

A/n: yesss we love Eva here, I hope you enjoy !

Summary: there were many girls in the cult. But she was drawn to you, obsessed with you.

Warnings: smut, eva is cray cray but in a hot way (we know 😋) eating out (r receiving) hickeys - I think that might be it, leme know if I missed anything !

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It was 3 months in, and you loved it there your new friends, letting you stay with them after your car had broke down not far from them. You had no idea where you were heading if you were honest so when they offer you to stay you ofcourse say yes. Eva, the lead girl of the little group was the first one to find you on the side of the road.

"Fuck sake." You cursed under your breath. You then hear a voice behind you, startling you slightly. "Everything ok?" You turn to face her. "Yeah just a flat tire- probably a sign I shouldn't keep going." You awkwardly laugh a tiny bit, causing her to flash a beautiful smile, it made you go a little crazy. "Im Eva." She sticks her hand out. "Y/n."

And ever since then you've been happily living there, alongside all the others. You had your own room, just like Eva did. Which confused you to say the least. Because the others all slept in one room. Why didnt you? But those wandering questions soon enough unfolded.

There was no doubt Eva was hot, you deeply thought so. Whenever she'd speak so softly, with a hint of teasing, it was alluring. And to be honest you loved it. You didn't quite understand why, you were all just friends. Right?

"Good day?" You then hear her voice, causing you to look at her as she approaches your seat, sitting next to you. "Great thanks, Eva. It's so lovely here." Her eyes wander your face. "Good, angel. Im so glad." You look into her piercing blue eyes, feeling like you were in a trance. She was like nothing you've seen before.

You then think for a moment. "Can I ask you something?" She just nods, moving a loose strand behind your ear. "What's up?" You take a moment to process. "Why do I have a room to myself and the others don't?" She then thinks, needing to come up with a lie. "They've all had it at one point, each new girl gets to have it til they're settled in with one another." You believed anything she said, so you just smile and nod. "Makes sense!"

But suddenly it didn't make sense. You ofcourse talk to the others, but you mainly kept to yourself. "Hey Cricket!" You smile, she returns it. Patting the spot next to her. "Hey babe, everything good?" You nod with a hum. "I did have a question though." She swivels to face you. "What's on ya mind." - "How long did you have the room I'm in before you went into the main one?" Her brows furrow slightly. "I've never had that room, no body has in fact. Eva said it was just empty but nothing was going in it. Why's that?" Your mind thinks for a moment. Eva lied to you.. but for what reason.

"Oh- uh. Nothing important, I just assumed thats what had happened." You shake your head slightly, pulling yourself out of your thoughts. "Nope, you're the first actually, I didn't know that could be a bedroom to be honest." You nod, going to get up. "Yeah, well. Thanks Crick." She nods, giving you a last smile.

You march up to Eva's room and open the door, you'd usually knock but she was just sitting on her bed reading. "Everything alright love?" Her brows furrow, going to get up. She comes over to you, putting her hand delicately on your cheeks. "You lied to me, why?" Confusion strikes her. But your instant with your words. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." - "Baby, hey. I said that so you wouldn't rub it in the others faces. Did you?" You felt angry for some reason. "Ofcourse not! That's not who I am. You know that." She hums in reply. "Look, they aren't bothered that they don't have that room, they're pretty happy being in the main."

"So whyd you lie to me?" You fold your arms, but you just looked so cute in her eyes. "Because I didn't want you knowing the real reason, not them." You ponder for a moment, huh? Why though.. "i don't understand." You look into her eyes, but hers get closer by the second. Backing you up against the wall. "Let me show you." She says into your neck. Her breath causing you to shiver visibly. Your mouth opens slightly, going to put your hand in her soft hair. Her lips make contact with with your skin. Beginning to suck hard.

Noises come out of you. Liking this a bit too much. "Eva-" You gasp as she bites. She wasn't listening, continuing to suck as you let out a noise of approval. But she abruptly removes her mouth, clearly done with the task. You whimper, wanting more. And she smirks, exactly how she wanted you. "Go down for dinner hm?" She bites her lip but you freak out. "But my neck-" "good. Let them see." Your eyes widen in size, but you were so drawn to Eva. You just wanted to do exactly as she asked.

That was now a few weeks ago, nothing has actually happened and you were growing incredibly frustrated. Why hadn't she made another move like that night? It was bugging you. So you did what you thought would get her attention. You wore a short summer dress that was tight around your breasts making them sit incredibly nicely. You wanted to go for a small walk down to the gardens, but before you could leave the house a hand is gripping your wrist. "What're you wearing?" You turn to look at her. "Clothes? Can I not?" Her brow raises.

"Things are very.. tight." She says as she observes. "Don't look then." You say with a cheeky smile, about to leave again. She scoffs, pulling you back considering her grip was still tight around your wrist. "Uh uh, don't do that." - "Or what? Why do you care so much."

"When you come around looking like this, don't think I don't recognize that shit."

"Bothered?" She tilts her head, looking at your lips. She honestly had no idea why she was putting off going further with you. Maybe beyond all the sexualness she had grown to truly care for you. The fear of hurting you in any way was evident. "My room, now." Something in you changes and you do just that, loving the way her voice sounded.

You make your way up there, standing in the middle of the room. "Are you afraid of something Eva?" She sh's you, going straight to kissing your neck. She didn't want to talk right now. "But it seemed-" "Silence angel, just relax." You let out a breath you had been holding in, trying hard not to go too mental. But you ofcourse failed. Miserably. You were now laying on your back against her bed. Her ontop of you. Your brain fuzzed over when her hand slides up your thighs, inching closer and closer to you. "You're so warm." Her voice was like a whisper inside your brain. Like she wasn't real.

"Please Eva, need you so bad." You pleaded desperately. She smirks down at you, moving her hand inside to feel just how wet you had become. You gasp yet again, not as prepared for her next move. She plays with you, exactly how she's been playing with your mind. But you loved it, craved it. It never felt real. It certainly did now though. "So wet, wonder who got you like this." You try to form any kind of words. "You Eva.. you made me wet." The confession makes her go insane. Adoring how much power she has over you.

"Precious precious girl." She softly says, lifting your dress up and planting her face directly over your clothed pussy. But her hands yank them off within an instant, seeing for herself just how wound she had you. "Goodness me, angel. Get to see it all for myself." Another whimper escapes you. "All mine." She then breathes, diving in immediately after saying that. "Fuck!" You screech, but a soft hand flies to your mouth. "Quiet baby, unless you want them to hear how I'm having you right now." You shrink as she says that, feeling a lil embarrassed. "Didn't think so.." She trails off, licking your cunt real good.

Causing you to bite her hand, knowing how loud you can get. "I mean, I'd like them to hear, all those pretty noises. How much of a mess you'll be when I'm done. All, because of me" Her finger makes way into your mouth, getting you to suck. "You're so well behaved huh?" Your mind goes blank feeling like an empty piece of paper. "What a good girl, very good." Your eyes shut as her tongue enters you, her pace fast. Making your head spin. "Eva." You mumble against her finger, feeling it coming quick. "Go on baby, let me finally taste you." And with a few more fucks of her tongue. That's what you did.

Cumming all of it into her mouth. And she couldn't be more happy. "So easy to make cum. Good to know."

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—UNDER A SPELL

EVA X F!READER

summary: You meet a strange woman on your walk, she invites you over for a tea and things quickly take an unexpected turn..

You were out of the town visiting your aunt, the woman had to go to work early so you decided to explore the area while she was gone. The neighborhood was pretty calm; there was a few neighbors gardening and some children playing outside.

The sudden noise of something falling behind your back interrupted your reflections. You turned around to see a blonde woman whose groceries were laying all around the street. Without hesitation,you rushed to help her with gathering everything from the ground.

"Thank you for helping" the stranger said with a warm smile "I’m Eva. Are you new to the neighborhood? Pretty sure I haven’t seen you around before." As you finished picking up the last of her scattered groceries, you straightened up and met her gaze. “Nice to meet you! I’m just visiting,” you replied.

The woman looked at you, scanning your body. "Oh I see… Well, I have to get going, but maybe you would like to come over for a cup of tea?" She said maintaining eye contact "It’s always nice to meet new people." Without thinking too much, you agreed and the two of you began walking slowly toward Eva’s house.

The way there was pleasant, giving you both time to get to know each other a little bit better. Eva mentioned that she lived in a house with a few other women where they were part of a «self-help group». The idea made you even more interested of Eva’s enigmatic persona. There was something captivating about the way she spoke, something so intimidating about the way she just was..

When you arrived, two women greeted you at the entrance. Following Eva inside, you took a sit at the dining table while she went off to make some tea. As you waited, another woman approached you. Smiling, you answered her questions politely while she settled into the chair next to you. The woman seemed genuinely friendly, explaining that she was a close friend of Eva and lived with her and other girls in the house. Eva returned, carrying two cups of tea. She placed one of them infront of you and took a seat. Finally, after talking for a bit, Eva suggested showing you around the house.

The house looked quite large from the outside and the living room was huge, so you were intrigued to see the rest. Eva led you upstairs, leaving the other woman behind, and began showing you around. She stopped when you got to a certain room, her room. You looked at her confused, smiling she looked down. "This is my room" she said softly "the place where I conduct therapy sessions." You blinked, even more confused now. "You… do therapy?" You asked, your curiosity growing even stronger.

The woman opened the door and conveyed you to come inside. As you entered the room, she quietly closed the door. "Yes I do" she said with a calm voice "Living in a big house with so many women can get… overwhelming. I’m here to «sort everything out» when needed".

“That’s nice,” you said smiling. Her response, however, caught you off guard. "It feels like I’ve known you for a long time" she said, her gaze locking onto yours. "I feel a strong connection between us. Do you feel it too?"

Her words made your heart stop. The way she was looking at you already made your knees weak however the way she formed her sentences was even more intimidating. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer. Instead, you stood there in silence, the question hanging heavily in the air between you.

"I know you do baby" she answered herself, moving closer to you, slowly reaching her hand forward to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "You are so sweet when you get nervous."

Her presence worked on you like nothing else ever have before. Her eyes worked on you like a hypnosis device she was consciously using on you. The only thing you knew for a certain at that moment was that this was not a great idea; Eva was a stranger you had only met that they.

But there was something about the way she had a hold on you, the way she wrapped you around her finger that made you unable to escape her touch. In fact, you craved it even more with every second.

Eva slowly put a hand on your chin gently tilting your head up. "You look so beautiful when you're like this, completely under my spell." Your gaze slowly went down as you started to get even more nervous. It made you crazy at how slowly it all was moving, you knew the game Eva was playing and couldn’t help but just let it out: "Fuck me…"

You saw the way her eyes glowed. "Oh, but I will do more than that, my dear." Eva smirked as these words left her mouth. She started unbuttoning the shirt she had on, exposing her beige lacy bra. "I will make you feel every inch of desire and love that you could ever imagine, pretty girl."

As Eva’s shirt felt to the floor, she began taking of yours and then smoothly unbuttoned your bra leaving your breasts exposed. "You’re perfect, my love" she said as she leaned into your neck "You know… when I first saw you, I knew there was something special about you".

As Eva finished sucking on your neck she turned you around and bent you over the wooden desk in the room. "Just relax and let me take care of you baby…" she said as she grabbed your waist from behind getting you prepared for what was about to happen.

a/n: Finally!!! I wanted to write a fic with Eva for so long now.. Let me know what you think, because I’m not as satisfied with it, but couldn’t wait no more to post it... Anyway, I love you and hoped you enjoyed😴🤎

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my therapist | eva

The first time you walked into Eva’s office, you told yourself it was just another attempt to fix things. Another appointment with another therapist who would scribble in a notebook while you tried not to fall apart. But Eva was nothing like you’d expected.

She sat there, poised and unreadable, her dark eyes sharp enough to cut through whatever defense you thought you had. Her voice was calm but carried an edge, like every word was chosen with precision, designed to strip you down to your rawest self.

You weren’t supposed to notice how her lips curved when she smirked, or how her eyes lingered just a little too long when you hesitated. You weren’t supposed to notice her at all.

But you did.

“You’re nervous,” she said, her tone matter-of-fact as she leaned back in her chair.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Is it that obvious?”

She shrugged, her pen tapping lightly against the cover of her notebook. “Most people are. Therapy has a way of making people uncomfortable. But that’s where the real work begins.”

There was no judgment in her voice, just an unnerving sense of knowing. She was like gravity—impossible to ignore, pulling you in whether you wanted her to or not.

You nodded, looking down at your hands. “I guess I just. Don’t know where to start.”

She tilted her head, studying you with a mix of curiosity and detachment. “Start with what brought you here. The rest will come.”

Her gaze felt heavy, like she could see straight through you. You told yourself it was normal, that this was just how therapists were supposed to make you feel—exposed but safe. Except with Eva, it wasn’t just about the therapy. It was her.

The way she moved, deliberate and controlled. The way her voice stayed calm, even when her words cut deep. The way she looked at you, like she already knew the answers but wanted you to find them yourself.

It made your chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with anxiety.

“I feel stuck,” you admitted, your voice softer than you intended. “Like I’m living someone else’s life, and none of it feels real.”

Her lips twitched, almost a smile, but not quite.

“That’s not unusual. Most people spend their lives trying to live up to a version of themselves they think will make them happy. It’s exhausting.”

The way she said it, so matter-of-fact, made something in you unravel. She wasn’t just a therapist. She was something more. Something you couldn’t name, but couldn’t stop thinking about.

“Do you ever feel like that?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

Her eyebrow arched, just slightly. “This isn’t about me.”

“I know,” you said quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I just..wondered.”

For the first time, her gaze softened, just enough to make your heart skip a beat. “Everyone feels lost sometimes,” she said, her voice lower now. “But it’s what you do with that feeling that matters.”

You nodded, but your focus wasn’t on her words anymore. It was on the way she looked at you, like she was both impossibly far away and too close all at once.

The session ended too soon, and as you stood to leave, you couldn’t help but glance back at her. She caught your eye, her expression unreadable, and for a moment, it felt like she knew.

Knew that the ache in your chest wasn’t just about your problems, but about her.

You left her office feeling more tangled than when you arrived, but somehow, it didn’t matter. Because the personality of Eva—calm, sharp, impossible—had already attracted you in.

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Entranced

Eva(Billie Eilish) x fem!reader

Summary: Eva was your therapist. She was hypnotizing. You couldn't help but fall in love with her. Unfortunately, she moved away, but you ran into her a few years later

Warnings: Smut, fingering, kissing (nothing too serious)

Your best friend was an excessive party person. You though? Not so much. You disliked big crowds. And for the 100th time today, your best friend was practically begging for you to go to a bonfire party that a friend of a friend had supposedly invited her to.

"No. I told you, I don't wanna go." You sighed.

Having enough of her foolishness, you got up and started walking to your room.

"Wait! Eva will be there."

You immediately froze. Taken aback from the name that had come out of her mouth. "Eva? You mean the -" You were interrupted by your best friend as she spoke. Crossing her arms against her chest. "Yes, the same Eva you had a massive crush on years ago, but then she moved away and so on."

You brought your thumb to your mouth, chewing on your nail anxiously. Eva was your therapist almost 2 years ago from now. At the time, you were going through a lot with your family, the break up between you and your previous long-term girlfriend, and overall life was starting to get hard for you. So yeah, you really needed someone to help you get your shit together.

You couldn't help but feel compelled by her beauty. When she first told you her name, it was the only thing crowing your mind for days. Her eyes were so... hypnotic. And whenever she talked to you in that delicate tone of hers, you always felt so calm and secure in her presence.

"Right, so are you coming or not?" Your friend tilted her head, her hand on her hip as she waited for your response in anticipation. You didn't know why she wanted you to go so bad... she had many other cool friends she could go with.

"Fine... I'll think about it." You said, exhaling tiredly.

As you entered your room, shutting the door behind you; your heart started to race. Remembering every single moment you'd spent with Eva. The good memories, the bad ones. The intimate ones...

You felt a familiar heat flowing throughout your entire body, fanning yourself with your hand, trying to cool yourself off.

Every time you thought of Eva, this always seemed to occur. You couldn't resist her.

You closed your eyes. And as you did, you couldn't help but think of her even more. The way she touched you... the way she talked to you. You were so infatuated with it.

You slithered your hand near the edge of your pajama pants that coincidentally, Eva had bought for you.

Fiddling with your pants. You pulled them down just enough to carefully move your laced underwear to the side. You slid a single finger between your folds, a sharp exhale escaping your lips. And in that moment, she was all you could think about.

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"Take it slow, hun." She whispered in that same delicate tone that drove you crazy. You whimpered, curling your fingers upwards as your breath hitched. "Come on, I know you can do it." Eva rested on the sofa in front of you. watching you touch yourself. studying your every move. You were completely exposed for her. Legs open, your body leaned back against the headboard. You stopped. Needing a break since you started to feel tired.

But Eva wasn't too pleased with that. She walked up to the edge of the bed, sitting beside you as she grabbed your chin gently, forcing you to look at her. "Did i tell you to stop?" You shook your head, feeling the knot in your lower stomach build up.

"Then keep fucking yourself until I tell you to."

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That's all it took, a simple memory to make you come undone all over your fingers. You slid down against the wall, completely out of breath as you looked down at the mess beneath you. "Fuck..." You whispered and cussed under your breath, getting up to grab a towel from out of your dirty clothes to clean it all up. You were a mess... and it was all her fault.

Sadly enough, you agreed to go to the bonfire party with your best friend. You decided to wear jean shorts with little designs on the back pockets, a navy blue cami, a leather jacket, black boots you thrifted not too long ago and of course, your favorite gold jewelry.

You tried to look presentable, but at the same time, you didn't want to look like you tried too hard. You bit down on your bottom lip, feeling more and more nervous the closer you arrived to where the party was located. Just the thought of seeing her face again was making your heart race.

You sighed and reclined the seat, groaning as you covered your face with your hands. "Someone definitely isn't okay..." Your friend mumbled. But loud enough for you to hear it.

You uncovered your face and glared at her. Obviously, you weren't okay. "Let me guess. One word. Eva. I mean... you're being skittish, so it's kinda clear what's going on here."

You just rolled your eyes and looked out the windows. You were here. Your heart dropped as you pulled into the parking lot. No...this was a mistake.

Realization had hit you like a gun shot straight to the head. You were gonna see her again. Hear that voice again. No...no way. You couldn't do it. "Regretting it already? Too late. Get out the car and let's go." You groaned and opened the car door, getting out as you fiddled with your clothes.

It had been hours, and so far, no sign of Eva, but a shit ton of random people getting drunk and shouting directly in your ear. Your best friend had wondered off somewhere with some random guy and said they were going to go "talk real quick."

You sighed and started kicking the rocks beneath your feet. Why were you so disappointed...? It's not like you wanted to see her that bad anyways.

You pulled out your phone, attempting to call your best friend so you could leave. This whole thing was too overwhelming. She didn't answer. You groaned and rolled your eyes. What the hell was she doing? It's been an hour since she left you on your own.

You began walking and texting her repeatedly, hoping she'd answer. But not looking where you were going, you bumped into someone, dropping your phone and making them spill their drink all over them.

You gasped. "Oh my god...i- I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going and...this is my fault. I shouldn't have -" You heard them laugh, and you felt your heart drop. You knew that laugh.

You looked up and... Eva. "Hi." She said, a smirk slightly appearing on her face. You just stood there and stared at her. Jesus... she was still as captivating as ever.

"Uhm- hi..." You said. Your voice slightly shaky.

She just chuckled and looked at her ruined shirt. "Well, i probably should've brought an extra pair of clothes, huh?" You just nodded your head, too in shock from the fact that she was here... standing right in front of you. She raised an eyebrow, and she laughed again. You felt so embarrassed...

Eva was walking to her car, and there you were, trailing behind her awkwardly since she insisted on you going with her.

Apparently, Eva wanted to double-check to see if she had anything in her trunk since she had recently gone camping with a few friends. You fidgeted with your hands as she spoke to you about how she was doing, what she was doing, and why. You weren't really listening, to be honest. Too engrossed in her captivating presence.

She looked in her trunk. Unfortunately, she had nothing. "Dammit. I'll just have to make do with this, i guess." You felt even worse than you did before.

If you hadn't been distracted by your phone, you wouldn't have run into her, causing this entire situation. "You can borrow my jacket...?" You looked at her, making eye contact for a split second before looking away.

Whenever you made eye contact with her for too long, you always started to feel like you were under her control. You weren't complaining, but you didn't wanna feel that way anymore. Or so you thought.

She smirked, realizing you were avoiding eye contact. "Sure. Thanks, love." Your heart skipped a beat, and your breath hitched. "Mhm..." You began taking off your jacket, and she just stood there, watching your ever move, studying you like she always did.

You handed her the jacket, and she smiled. "Mind hiding me a little?" You nodded your head and turned around, standing behind her. You could hear the shuffle of her shirt as she lifted it above her head and off of her body. You wanted to look so bad... but you couldn't. You won't. Cursing under your breath, you sighed, trying to gather yourself.

Suddenly, you felt hands on your waist, and your eyes widened. "I missed you..." She whispered softly in your ear. Fuck.

Eva trailed her lips down to your neck, kissing gently as she pulled you closer, feeling her soft breast against your back. Double fuck. "Eva...i-" She hushed you and spun you around, meeting eye to eye. God. Her eyes...

You started to feel weak, your body betraying you as you gave into her touch. "Good girl."

She opened the door to the back of her car, pressing you down onto the seat. "Look at me, and don't look away." You nodded your head, too hypnotized in her gaze to form any words to respond.

She crawled into the back with you, lifting your legs up and throwing one over her shoulder. You heaved a sigh, feeling her knees press into your heated core. Your back arched. "Eva...hmm -" She cuffed your chin, tilting your head to the side and exposing more of your neck. Licking her lips, she made eye contact with you as she leaned in, licking a stripe up your smooth skin.

"How does it feel?" You inhaled sharply, feeling one of her hands snake down to cuff your already soaked pussy through your shorts. "Good... feels so good." You wrapped your arms around her neck whilst tangling your fingers in her soft, silky blonde strands.

"Yeah?" She sat up straight, caressing the inside of your thighs and biting down on her lip. "Tell me. Have you gone around fucking anyone since I've been gone?" You whined and nodded your head, guilt building up in your chest. "Yes..."

She chuckled sweetly and continued to soothingly caress your thigh. "It's okay. We both know they can't make you feel the way I do." You kept eye contact with her, just as she asked. You felt proud of yourself, hoping you'd be rewarded.

She snaked her hands to the hem of your jeans, unbuckling them sneakily. "Try not to be too loud, okay?" You nodded your head hurrily and lifted your hips, making it easier for her to slide your denim shorts off of your legs.

She looked down at your clothed cunt, licking her lips and admiring what she had missed for the longest.

Too impatient, she ripped your underwear off, throwing them somewhere in the car for you to search for later, but that wasn't important right now. "Look at you. You haven't changed at all. So whiny and hopeless for me."

Without warning, she slid two of her slim digits through your folds, earning a prolonged moan that escaped from your lips. This was what you needed. What you yearned for.

"... I missed you so much." You were so pathetic when it came to her. Only she knew this side of you, nobody else. "Mhm... is that so?"

She added another digit. Soon curling her fingers upwards, pressing into the knot that was ready to burst at any minute.

Your eyes lids fluttered, vision blurry. She kept a slow pace, purposely riling you up. Knowing you wanted more.

You moved your hips and pleaded for more. You need to get rid of all that pent-up frustration that only she could release.

"Eva...fuck- please..." And that's all it took. Before you knew it, she was three fingers deep, using her thumb to stimulate the sensitive bud between your folds.

You rolled your hips, legs quivering as she watched your eyes roll back. "That's it. Come for me." Instantly, your body reacted. Back arched, clawing onto her leather seats as you let out the sluttiest moans for the world to hear.

Eva removed her fingers from your seeping folds. Humming with satisfaction as she licked them clean. "Mm. You taste even better than what i remember."

She lowered her body. Cupping your chin as she hovered over your lips, feeling the warmth of your heavy breath before swallowing you whole. Making you taste your own arousal that was now mixed with her saliva.

She pulled away, a silver string connected from your lips as she smiled. So immersed in the moment, you locked eyes with each other. Feeling more connected than what words could ever explain. You never wanted to let her go.

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Notes: And finally... the long awaited Eva fic. I genuinely apologize for how long this took 😅 the previous one was sitting in my drafts, so I just started the whole thing over... but I hope you enjoy it!! 💞