Do sapphic relationships really exist? I'm starting to think it is a made up thing... like I can never get that :( like no, it isn't real or true that wlw is an actual thing... it was all a story after all....
does anyone else get insanely romantically frustrated? like i know sexual frustration is a thing which happens to me a lot but sometimes i get super intense cravings for soft kisses or make out sessions or cuddling naps or things like that and it’s way more frustrating to me than sexual cravings
Notes: WE'RE BACK, BITCHES!!! Kinktober was absolutely fantastic, now back to our regularly scheduled programming. Updates will be a bit slower for a while, I need a break from the Kinktober stuff - it's been an intense workload since September - but we'll also be starting a new story soon too 👀
Your phone buzzed on the counter as you prepared dinner in Cait’s and Vi’s penthouse. They were in the shower whilst you’d volunteered to start dinner, earning promises of lots of orgasms later for your ‘good girl behaviour’.
Putting down the knife, you wiped your hands on a cloth, smiling when you saw Mel’s name lighting up your screen.
Picking up the call, you said warmly, “Hey, Mel.”
“Hi, angel. Can you talk for a minute? I’ve got an odd request to make.”
“Sure, what’s up? Everything okay?”
“Do you like being spanked?”
You laughed. “What the hell?”
Mel’s voice was casual, “It’s for work.”
You frowned in confusion. “Work?”
“One of my long-term Daddies has requested a custom video.”
“Okay…?”
“Spanking. Me spanking a girl. He’s paying a really good price for it, but he’d like the girl to look a certain way. I’ve asked all my other Baby friends who would match, but none of them are available, or want to do it. So, before I tell him it’s a no-go, I thought I’d ask you.”
You blinked. “Wait. You want me to make a video with you?”
“I understand if it’s a bit weird; we’re friends, and you’re still new to this. But I just thought I’d ask.”
You shifted from foot to foot, glancing nervously over your shoulder towards the corridor that led to the bedroom. “Well, what would it be like?”
“You’d wear some pretty lingerie, nothing too exposing, and I’d Top you and spank you. Call you a naughty girl, those kind of things. And we’ll split the fee 50-50. 5k each.”
Your heart beat a little faster. “Really? He’s paying 10-grand just for a spanking video?”
“Spanking’s his thing, and I don’t like receiving, so he’s willing to pay to watch me do it to someone else,” she explained simply.
You swallowed. “What do I do about…?”
“Mommy and Daddy?”
You blushed. “Yeah.”
She hummed thoughtfully. “You’re exclusive now, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. And our agreement says that any sexual contact with third parties needs to be agreed beforehand.”
“Oh, then you’ll need to talk to them first. Shit.” She gave a small sigh. “Okay. Talk to them about it and let me know.”
“Okay, will do.”
“Alright, angel. Talk soon. Love you!”
As you looked down at your phone, your mind raced as you thought about how to bring it up to Cait and Vi.
Would they feel hurt?
Would they stop seeing you as theirs?
You weren’t their girlfriend.
But you’d never felt more cherished.
You twirled the stem of your wine glass between your fingers, sitting at the dining table with Cait and Vi after dinner. They were both lounging back, comfortably full, the low lighting of the penthouse casting a warm glow over everything. But your stomach twisted.
“I need to ask you both something,” you said softly, not quite meeting their eyes.
That got their attention.
Cait straightened in her seat, ever-poised. Vi arched an eyebrow, pausing mid-sip of her whiskey.
“I got a call from my friend Mel earlier,” you continued. “She’s… In the industry too. She’s the one who actually helped me get started. She’s asked for a… Work favour, if I’d be willing to shoot a video with her. Just one.”
Vi set her glass down with a soft clink, a soft frown forming on her brow even as she tried to keep her face neutral. “What kind of video?”
You hesitated, then met their eyes. “A spanking video. She needs a girl with a certain look, and none of her other Baby friends can do it. I’d get half the money.”
Silence.
Vi’s jaw tightened slightly. Cait’s face didn’t move, but something shifted behind her eyes; a still, calculating intensity.
Neither spoke for a long moment.
Finally, Cait said, “Would it just be spanking, or would it be more… Involved?”
“Just a spanking. She’s sent me the request; it’s mostly just spanking, some dirty talk. The client said he’s fine if more happens, but it’s the spanking he wants.”
They paused again, looking between each other.
They hadn’t even spanked you properly yet.
They’d never felt jealousy like this before.
“I haven’t said yes,” you said quietly.
Cait cleared her throat. “Would your friend allow… Observers?”
You blinked. “Observers?”
Vi asked slowly, “What if we were there?”
Your eyes widened. “There? In the room?”
“We’d pay Mel,” Cait said. “For the access. She’s a professional, she’ll understand. No interference. Just… Watching.”
“You want to watch me get spanked?”
“No,” Vi growled. “But if it’s happening, we want to know what’s happening.”
Cait’s voice softened. “And maybe look after you when you’re finished?”
Your pulse raced. The possessiveness in their voices sends a spark of heat down your spine, but under it, you heard the truth: jealousy, and care. Not dominance for its own sake. A need to protect.
“…I’ll talk to Mel,” you whispered, your voice shaking just slightly. “See if she’s okay with it.”
Cait reached across the table, taking your hand. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” she reminded gently.
Vi leant in, murmuring near your ear. “But if you do, just know we’ll be right there. Waiting to look after you.”
You shivered.
And part of you knew that whether you did the video or not, things between the three of you had crossed another invisible line, from playful arrangement to a storm of emotions none of you were quite ready to name.
The elevator doors slid open on the fifteenth floor of an upscale hotel, and you stepped out between Cait and Vi. Cait’s hand rested lightly at the small of your back, protective and grounding; Vi’s hand held yours tightly, softly squeezing from time to time. You got the sense that she was trying to soothe herself more than you.
The room was at the end of the hallway. When Cait knocked, the door opened quickly.
“Hello,” Mel greeted, cheerful and bright. She was barefoot in an oversized tee, hair already braided and arranged perfectly. “Come in. I’m almost finished setting up.”
You all stepped inside. The room was tasteful and minimal, with clean lines and a big bed against a cream-colored wall. A few extra props, neutral-toned pillows, a folded throw blanket, a low bench at the end of the bed, were arranged neatly. There were already two cameras set up on tripods, a third GoPro perched on a dresser for a side-view.
Mel closed and locked the door behind them. “I’m Mel,” she held her hand out Cait, sensing that she was the calmer of the two.
Cait took her hand, shaking it professionally. “Caitlyn.”
“I’m going out on a limb here and I’m going to say… Mommy?” she teased playfully.
Cait just raised an eyebrow, not responding.
Vi shook Mel’s hand next. “Vi. And yes, I’m Daddy.”
Your friend just smiled back cheekily. “Y/N said you were both gorgeous; it’s good to see she wasn’t covering for you.”
“You’ve been in the industry a while,” Cait observed.
Mel just smiled back. She pulled you in for a hug. “You doing okay, angel? Nervous?”
You nodded. “A bit.”
“Do you want to go freshen up whilst I finish here? Caitlyn, Vi, do you want anything to drink? My client’s paying for the room. He likes it when I run up his card, so we don’t need to be shy with the minibar.”
You gave the both of them a smile, heading into the bathroom with your bag.
The bathroom was cool and smelled faintly of lavender from the expensive soap. You changed into your lingerie – a soft cream lace set – and freshened up.
Outside, you could hear muted voices. Mel adjusted lights and cameras, making small talk with Cait and Vi. They responded politely, their tones clipped and neutral. Tension hanging just under the surface.
Someone knocked on the bathroom door. “Angel?” Mel. “Can I come in? I need to start my makeup.”
You opened the door, letting the three of them see your outfit as you started your own makeup.
“Damn, angel,” Mel whistled playfully, “You’re beautiful. You two are very lucky,” she tossed over her shoulder as she set out her makeup in front of one of the bathroom mirrors.
You glanced at Cait and Vi, seeing their bodies tense as they looked you over. You tilted your hips towards them a little, letting them see the curve of your cheeks. Their eyes immediately went downwards; even from across the room, you could tell their eyes darkened.
You smiled back at them, blowing them a small kiss. Their bodies relaxed, and they smiled back.
When you and Mel finished your hair and makeup, you headed back into the room. She pulled her loose t-shirt over her head, revealing black and gold latex.
“Holy shit, Mel!” you cursed against your own will.
She smirked back at you, showing off her own outfit. High-waisted briefs that hugged her ass, and a matching bra with straps criss-crossing her chest and back. Mel looked dangerous, and unbelievably sexy.
“You like it, angel?”
You stumbled over your words, very aware Cait and Vi were only a few feet away. “You look… I mean… Uh…”
“You’re a very attractive young woman,” Cait complimented neutrally.
“Thank you, Caitlyn,” she smiled back. She gestured for you to sit on the padded bench at the foot of the bed. “You want to sit down, we’ll run through things?”
You nodded, sitting down nervously, your hands squeezing together.
Vi walked over and handed you a bottle of water from the minibar. “Here, baby.”
You smiled back at her, whispering, “Thank you, Daddy.”
She bent down and kissed you quickly, heading back to the small couch in the corner of the room with Cait.
Mel watched the whole interaction with a knowing smile. “Alright. How do we want to start? Do you want to do some roleplay, or would you rather we just get into it?”
You grimaced a little. “I’d rather just get into it.”
“That’s fine with me. What pet names can I call you?”
Your eyes flickered towards the two women across the room. “Not ‘baby’, or ‘sweetheart’. Or ‘darling’.”
Mel smirked again. “Got it. Is ‘angel’ alright, or weird because that’s what I call you normally?”
“No, I think that’s fine.” You gestured to your outfit. “It could fit the vibe.”
She chuckled. “‘Princess’? ‘Honey’? ‘Lovely’?”
You nodded. “Yep.”
“Okay. Now, insults.”
You pondered. “Um… ‘Brat’, ‘slut’, ‘whore’s okay too.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Really? I didn’t expect that last one from you,” she teased. Looking at Cait and Vi, she joked, “Did you know about that one?”
They both shifted uncomfortably, and you squirmed on the bench.
You hadn’t mentioned that…
Mel, sensing some tension, continued. “For touch, I’ll be using my hands, obviously. Is it okay if I guide your hips, maybe lift your chin, that kind of thing?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Can I touch or hold your throat?”
You swallowed. “Yes.”
Mel looked you in the eye. “Can I kiss you?”
You hesitated. Then glanced toward Cait and Vi, a flicker of emotion crossing your face.
She noticed. “You can say no, angel. Or just not on the lips; whatever works for you.”
“Not on the lips,” you said quietly. “Cheek, neck, forehead, if you need it for the scene.”
“Perfect. What are your safe words?”
“Green, yellow, red.”
She nodded. “Classic. I like it. Now, what do you want to do in terms of sexual contact?”
You blushed. “Um…”
“I’m fine with whatever, but I want you to be comfortable. If you want, I can touch you; you can touch yourself; there can be no touching at all…”
You looked back at the two women on the couch. They didn’t look happy, but kept respectfully quiet. “I’d rather no touching at all. Just spanking.”
“No problem. In terms of filming, if something feels off, or you’re uncomfortable in a position, you need the bathroom – something like that – just say ‘pause’ and I’ll cut the footage before that moment. The video only needs to be about 15 minutes long, so we shouldn’t be filming for more than an hour.”
You gave her a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Mel.”
“You’re welcome, angel,” Mel smiled, voice warm.
Across the room, Cait and Vi exchanged a glance. Neither said anything, but there was a subtle shift in their posture: Vi’s hand loosened where it had been clenched on her knee, Cait's expression softened.
They hated that this is happening – hated that someone else was touching their girl – but it was impossible not to respect the way Mel handled the whole ordeal. Calm, communicative, focused entirely on your well-being. There was no performance in her care, just quiet experience.
“Mel, can I ask if you’re a Domme?” Vi asked.
She just chuckled, doing a final check on a camera angle. “I’m whatever someone pays me to be.”
“But this,” Cait gestured to her outfit, “Is your… Most comfortable state?”
“I heard her be mean to someone once,” you spoke up softly, sipping your water.
Mel thought carefully, trying to remember. “Do you mean when we were on the phone and I told someone to look at the floor?”
You nodded as you sipped more water.
She laughed lightly, shaking her head. “Oh, angel, that wasn’t mean.”
Your eyes widened. “What’s ‘mean’ to you, then?”
She just chuckled again. “You can watch one of my paypig sessions if you want. But for now,” she pressed on firmly, before you could get distracted by asking what a ‘paypig’ was, “Are you ready to get started?”
You nodded bravely, your heart racing, lightly tossing the bottle of water off camera, adjusting your bra.
She pressed the record buttons on all the cameras. “Alright, we are rolling,” Mel announced, her voice shifting into a calm, Domme register. She approached the bed, entering the cameras’ views. She stood next to you, smirking down at you as you sat on the bench at the end of the bed, your hands nervously held together in your lap.
“Hello, angel,” she said softly, stroking your cheek.
You swallowed. “Hi, Mel.”
“You look pretty today.”
“Thank you.”
“Although…” she teased, her hand gently moving down to hold your throat. “You have been a little brat lately, haven’t you?” she asked, her voice taking on a taunting edge now, brushing her lips down your jaw.
Behind the camera line, Vi shifted in her seat. Cait didn’t move, but her jaw ticked, just once.
“I think you need a reminder on how to behave.”
You exhaled softly, falling into the rhythm you’d discussed. “Yes, Mel.”
“Good girl.”
‘Fuck’, you cursed inwardly, feeling yourself get aroused from that term.
“Stand up.”
You obeyed, following her hand on your throat as she held it there. You stayed facing the camera pointed directly at the bed, moving your hands behind you so the camera could get a full body shot of your outfit.
Mel slid her hand from your throat down to your chest, her fingertips skimming over your skin. “Very pretty, lovely,” she complimented honestly.
“Thank you, Mel.”
“Turn around.”
You did so, moving your hands in front of you.
Mel scooped your hair to your front, running a hand down your back. You shivered. Looking into the camera’s viewfinder, she smirked. “You’ve got such a nice shape, angel.” She ran a hand over your hips, under your butt, and up the other side. “This is going to be such fun.”
You moaned softly as she ran her hand over your cheeks, watching in the camera as the flesh jiggled.
“Ready?” she asked in a teasing, lilting voice.
You nodded, swallowing. “Yes, Mel.”
The first slap landed with a soft crack.
Cait and Vi didn’t look away, watching your cheek bounce as Mel’s hand landed again. She was warming you up gently – you all knew that – but it was no less enticing.
When you gasped at a stinging blow, Mel squeezed your cheeks gently.
“Kneel up here for me, princess. Hands and knees,” she gestured to the bench. You knelt up onto it, arching your back as you rested forward onto your hands. Mel smiled down at you, rubbing the small of your back. “Good girl.”
Cait’s fingers dug into her own thigh. Vi bit her lip so she couldn’t mutter a curse under her breath.
Mel brought her palm down in a practiced slap. She alternated between slow caresses and light smacks, slowly building rhythm and heat. Every few strikes, she leant down and kissed the base of your spine, murmuring praise for the microphones to catch.
“You’re being so good for me, lovely.”
Across the room, Cait and Vi were barely breathing. Vi’s hand curled tight around the arm of the couch, and Cait’s legs were crossed so tightly it was nearly painful. Neither said a word, keeping their promise to be silent, but the tension between them was palpable.
They couldn’t stand watching someone touch what was theirs…
Mel landed one final, harsher slap, earning a pained cry from your throat. Head down in the covers, her hand on the back of your neck, she rubbed your bright red ass cheeks. You all knew you’d bruise.
She’d spanked you for over an hour, drawing moans, groans, and cries from your throat that you didn’t know you could make. Cait and Vi had sat silently on the couch across the room, and you had tried not to look at them, so it wouldn’t give away on the video that there were other people in the room.
Your ass was a painful red, and your cream panties were soaked through, your arousal clear on your inner thighs. True to your agreement, Mel hadn’t touched you nor told you to touch yourself, only made a few comments to the camera using your agreed insults – ‘what a wet little slut’, ‘such a filthy girl’, ‘my little spanking whore’. All of which had only turned you on more, and aggravated Cait and Vi, even as they stayed silent.
Mel soothed your cheeks with her palm, ignoring the stinging in her own skin. “Well done,” she praised. “Good girl. It’s all over now.”
You whimpered with relief as she slowly helped you kneel up, holding you close, running her fingertips over your shoulders, kissing your forehead gently. You sniffled as she held you, lightly swaying you back and forth for a minute, whispering praise and comfort.
She murmured in your ear, “Are you okay if I turn the cameras off now? Get your girls over here?”
You nodded gratefully. “Yeah…”
“Okay.” She gave your temple a final kiss, slowly stepping away, and heading over to the cameras. She turned all three off, then nodded to Cait and Vi.
They rose instantly. They didn’t crowd you, but their gazes were locked on your lightly swaying form as they forced themselves to hold back. Cait knelt next to you on the bench at the end of the bed, softly stroking your hair away from your tear- and makeup-stained face. Vi looked feral, possessive, as she reached out and took your hand.
“Are you alright, darling?” Cait asked you in a soft voice.
You nodded, cheeks and chest flushed, giving a hiccup. “Yeah. I think so.”
Mel gave you a smile that you didn’t see. “You were wonderful, angel.”
Vi lightly squeezed your hand. “You sure you’re okay, baby?”
You nodded again, somewhat tearfully, the emotions of the scene now starting to flood in.
Vi moved onto the bed, tugging your hand gently. “C’mon, baby.” As you sniffled, she pulled you onto her chest, holding you tightly as she stroked your head. “It’s alright. You were such a good girl.” She hated calling you that for someone else, but she knew you needed it.
Cait quickly went back to the couch, opening the bag they’d brought with them. Pulling out a soft blanket – one from their penthouse that you always loved having draped around you – and some aloe vera gel.
Coming back over to you, she kissed your cheek, whispering softly in your ear, “Can I put some of this on you, darling?”
You nodded, sniffling against Vi’s chest.
Cait looked over her shoulder at Mel, but your friend purposefully wasn’t looking your way, simply taking apart the tripods and packing them away as she gave the three of you privacy.
She eased your soaked underwear down to your knees, gently applying and rubbing in the soothing gel to your enflamed skin. Mel had done a thorough job; you would be bruised for a while.
Vi continuously murmured soft things into your ear – praise, affection, grounding words. She held a water bottle in one hand, offering it between kisses to your cheek, temple, and hair.
“You were so good,” she whispered again. “Handled it like a fucking pro. I’m proud of you, baby.”
You hummed softly, eyes closed. Your limbs relaxed, pliant and safe in Vi’s arms. The adrenaline had started to fade, replaced by warmth and a heavy exhaustion.
When Cait finished with the gel, she eased your panties back up, laying the blanket over your back. Vi immediately tucked it around you, still holding you tightly to her chest.
Cait looked over her shoulder again, watching Mel start to upload the footage from the cameras’ memory cards onto a data bank plugged into her laptop. She looked back at you, stroking your head. “I’ll be back, darling,” she kissed your forehead.
Keeping her expression neutral, she stood and crossed the room to Mel, leaning her hip against the desk. Your friend looked up, immediately noting the tightness in her jaw, the edge in her composure.
“How much is your client paying you for this?” Cait asked casually, nodding her head to the screen. Her voice was like silk stretched tight over steel.
Mel didn’t even blink, lifting her arm and resting her elbow on the back of the chair. “Why, are you interested in making a purchase?”
“Possibly.”
She grinned, almost sharklike. “How much are you offering?”
Cait glanced back toward the two of you on the bed, then returned her gaze to the other woman. “Twelve thousand.”
Mel let out a short laugh, tilting her head. “Awww, that’s cute.”
Cait’s lips twitched at the other girl’s confidence, but her tone didn’t soften. “It’s generous.”
“It’s low,” she countered smoothly. “Especially for unique footage of your girl getting her ass tanned by a gorgeous woman.”
Cait’s jaw flexed again. “Fifteen.”
“Twenty-five,” she offered, checking a cable nonchalantly.
She frowned. “That’s extortionate.”
“I’m up-selling a product you don’t want anyone else to have,” your friend explained with a cheeky smile, turning in the seat.
From the bed, you stirred slightly, watching them now with heavy eyes. “Wait…” you murmured, “You’re buying the footage?”
Both women turned.
Cait softened immediately. “We’d never do anything with it. I just… Want it. For us.”
Mel shook her head. “She’s saying she doesn’t want anyone else to own it.”
Cait didn’t deny it.
Mel looked back over to you. “It’s your call, angel. If you say no, the footage goes to my client. If you say yes, Mommy gets it. But only if she meets our price.”
You bit your lip, then glanced between all three of them – Vi’s arms still wrapped around you, Cait watching you with burning eyes.
“It’s okay,” you said softly. “If they want it… I want them to have it.”
Cait turned back to Mel, already pulling her phone from her pocket. “Twenty,” she offered flatly.
Mel grinned. “Deal.”
“Put your details in,” she opened her banking app, started a new transfer, and handed her phone to Mel, looking back at you, giving you a soft smile.
Mel tapped away on Cait’s phone, smirking the whole time. “How much did you settle on for exclusivity?” she asked.
The blue-haired woman raised an eyebrow. “How much do you think we should have agreed on?”
“If you’re giving my Angel anything less than twelve-and-a-half a week, you’re committing daylight robbery,” Mel snarked back with a straight face.
Cait had to resist rolling her jaw at Mel’s tone. “It’s a good thing Baby asked for fifteen, then, isn’t it?”
Mel’s fact lit up, leaning around Cait to look at you tucked up on Vi’s chest. “Oh, angel, you asked for fifteen? I’m so proud of you!”
Vi looked at Cait with a clear ‘what the fuck’ expression. “Do you have a problem with us, Mel?” she snapped.
You patted Vi’s chest. “Her mom’s a lawyer. She’s been raised tough.”
The butch scoffed. “If this is the little one, I’d hate to see the grown-up version.”
Mel just chuckled as she started packing up. “Pleasure doing business with you. The room’s booked for the night – courtesy of my client – you can stay as long as you want. Checkout’s at eleven.”
When the footage finished transferring onto a smaller memory stick, Mel handed the drive to Cait with a cheeky smirk. She slipped it into her jacket pocket and returned to you and Vi, kneeling by the side of the bed. She took one of your hands, kissing the back of it, then your knuckles, then your palm.
I also wanted to ask for tips on writing smut.....
ouuu okay! writing smut can be so hard (didn't intend on making that pun, but sure) and kinda scary sometimes. i do struggle with it still. i just let myself get into it and let the horniness take me away lol. i can try to think of some things to help !!
ngl, i do keep a list of words specifically for smut that i can just glance at as reference while i'm writing. i feel like with smut it can be tricky to think of words to use that don't sound icky or repetitive! so i do keep a little list. i'm thinking of making more lists for diff things other than smut too now bc it's been so helpful. so i deff recommend doing smth like that
again, ngl, sometimes to visualise / describe positions and how they feel, u gotta get a little physical urself. yes i am saying that sometimes i'll put myself physically into a certain position . just to check that it's even possible, first of all LOLLLL. secondly to think abt how it feels to be in that position mentally and physically. it also helps to not get confused while writing, so u can avoid making mistakes with anatomy.
read a lot of smut in general, as always, reading will always help with ur writing :)
write stuff that you are into. like genuinely. it's sooo easy to write when u're fully into it and basically putting ur fantasies into a doc 😭 one way to reach flow state for sure !!!
“That’s not fucking fair, you started riling me up and that damned security guard came meddling before I could do anything,” Billie whines as you dash up the staircase. “Fucking asshole.”
Billie isn’t one to enjoy being left in the dust, and so she charges up the stairs, managing to catch you when you were one foot into your bedroom, grabbing your waist and pulling you back.
“You—Billie!” You want to curse at her, but you involuntarily giggle when Billie’s fingers tickle your sides. “Stop! You’re tickling me!”
“That’ll teach you,” Billie grins as she now had you fully vulnerable. “You give me blue balls again and your sides aren’t gonna be the only thing being tickled.”
“What the fuck does that even—mean!” You squeal the last word as Billie throws you over her shoulder, carrying you into the bedroom and throwing you onto the bed, locking the door behind her.
You could feel yourself gushing when Billie turns to face you, slowly making her way to her with a borderline maniacal smile on her lips, her long fingers slowly unzipping her jeans.
“You’re not going anywhere but to poundtown, baby,” Billie husks, hovering over you, sending shivers all over your body. “Seems like you’re basically a permanent resident there, too.”
You groan at the terrible joke, feeling yourself being even more turned off yet somehow even more turned on at Billie’s horrible taste in humour and what she could only think to be her version of dirty talk.
But that somehow has her even more addicted.
“Take your pants off, princess,” Billie grins, and you nearly moan at the nickname—the one that she usually used teasingly had a whole different effect on you under these circumstances. “I wanna see you.”
You comply uncharacteristically obediently, a huge contrast from your not sex activities. You shimmy your way out of your rather tight shorts with help from Billie, who chucks it across your room.
Billie’s smirk grows wider when she sees your cute pink panties, so soaked with your arousal that it was nearly see-through. She caresses it with her fingers, making sure she was grazing over your clit, leaving you mewling.
Billie slips off your panties rather easily, licking her lips as if she hasn’t eaten in days at the sight of your bare pussy, glistening with your slick and looking oh-so-welcoming.
“Someone’s been missing me,” Billie chuckles as she whips her cock out from inside her briefs, stroking it languidly and spreading her precum all over her length as her other hand inserts a finger into you, who claws at the sheets, already feeling overwhelmed. “You’re a waterpark, and I’m an excited kid on holiday.”
Maybe Billie being normal and talking dirty normally is too much to ask.
“God, fucking—Billie, please just fuck me already,” you groan in exasperation as your hole clenches desperately around her finger, which was far from the usual girth that you’d grown accustomed to. “You’re so annoying.”
“Geez, okay, I was just trying to prep you,” Billie frowns as she pulls her finger out of your hole, drenched in fluid, putting it into her mouth and sucking. “You taste decent.”
You roll your eyes, but you find your eyes rolling far back than you’d intended when Billie’s length rammed into you at full strength, hitting the deepest part within you that none of your toys had managed to reach.
“So tight,” Billie growls, grabbing your waist and readjusting herself before moving her hips, and you whine when Billie’s length plunges in and out of you, grazing against your walls, white hot pleasure flowing through your veins.
“Fuck—Billie—ah!” You whine when Billie tugs at your ankles, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed and throwing your legs over her shoulders. “Oh my god—”
You’ve done this enough times for Billie to know you enjoyed taking it rough—you loved to have the living daylights fucked out of you, to be manhandled and dominated like the slut you were, to be marked everywhere with dark hickeys as a fond reminder of the person who has you begging and screaming every night—but Billie couldn’t know that.
Of course, Billie had her secrets too—she couldn’t deny that the only person who came to mind whenever she needed to blow off steam was you, the girl whom she resented with her whole being, her biggest weakness. Soft grunts leaving her lips as she tugged herself to the thought of that bobbed hair, those soft lips, the bratty attitude, the infuriatingly pretty face with brown doe eyes to match, the small hands that clawed at her back or grabbed desperately at her arms every time—
She’d get hard just at the memory of you under her, whimpering, writhing, begging, sobbing as you gave in and left your pride at the door, leaving the most vulnerable part of you out for Billie to bathe in—the one that screamed her name for everyone to hear; the one that grabbed tightly onto Billie, pulling her close, as if you’d die if your skin didn’t touch; the one that allowed Billie to do whatever she wanted with you.
Billie—please, I need you—
Fuck me harder, I’m yours…
“How long have you waited for this?” Billie asks, her voice huskier than usual, making you gush just a little more. “I know you must’ve been humping everything you could see while waiting for me to come back… horny little whore.”
You were shameless, anyone who knew you knew this, but Billie was privileged—or not—enough to see the most shameless side of you, the side that casually asked for her to send dickprint pics, full dick pics, and even videos of herself jerking off with the sound on so you could touch yourself when Billie was away at some interstate tournament.
Billie was more than happy to comply—it was the second-best option, unless Billie was okay with chopping her dick off and shipping it back to your house.
You reciprocated too, sending Billie the most lecherous, debauched pictures of yourself when you knew Billie had practice or was in class with a teacher that targeted specifically her for whatever reason—a picture of your bare body, porcelain skin boasting all the marks Billie had left on you previously; a mirror picture of yourself wearing Billie’s oversized shirts or hoodies that you love to steal, the both of them knowing full well that you had nothing on underneath; a selfie of yourself in the shower, soapy tits in full view with the caption ‘if only you were here’ paired with a vomiting emoji.
People don’t usually send nudes to the people they hate, but people don’t usually have sex with their enemies on a daily basis, either.
Leave it to these two to be in denial.
“N—No,” you huff, face flushed from how hard Billie was pounding into you, fingers clawing at the sheets to keep yourself grounded. “I’m—not that—ah fuck, right there, please—”
“Yeah?” Billie smirks, taking one of her hands off your hips to tug your blouse and bra up, revealing your perfect perky tits, and you couldn’t help but giggle at Billie’s expression, eyes wide open as if it was her first time seeing boobs, but for Billie, seeing your tits never got old.
Billie dips down, sucking on a nipple and drawing a loud moan from you. It’s no secret that you enjoy having your tits sucked on—especially if it was Billie Eilish (only if it was her, actually)—and you scream when Billie lightly bites, so overstimulated you could cry.
One thing you like about Billie that wasn’t her cock, was that she paid equal attention to both your tits, one of her hands massaging a boob while she sucked the other, all the while her thrusts never faltered, maintaining the same steady pace that had you writhing.
One of your hands move to tug at Billie’s hair while the other clawed at the fabric of her hoodie, which you were disappointed she hadn’t taken off. Billie looks up from sucking on your tits, and your heart flutters when you see the puppylike expression on her face, her chin wet with saliva and pupils blown wide.
You had established several unspoken rules ever since the start of this arrangement, with one of them being no kissing, for obvious reasons, but now, with Billie’s face so close and so kissable, you had to physically restrain yourself from pulling her stupid face into a stupid little kiss.
You can kiss someone without meaning!
Right.
Billie, meanwhile, was impossibly hard, and the sight of you still donning her letterman while getting pounded made her somehow harder than she already was.
There was something so arousing about seeing the bane of your existence wear something that belongs to you whilst simultaneously submitting her body for your use. With Billie’s name on her letterman, it felt as if you were branded, reduced to simply a belonging, a toy that Billie owned.
Finally opening your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, you feel yourself become impossibly more aroused at the sight before you—Billie’s eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back, sweat pouring down her face and nails digging into the skin of your thighs as she rammed her cock into you over and over again with commendable stamina—she wasn’t the star football player for no reason, anyway.
If only you had the strength and flexibility to rip that stupid hoodie off her—which fucking loser wears a hoodie while fucking one of the hottest girls in school?
Billie Eilish, apparently.
Your back arches off the bed when Billie hits that one spot inside you that has you whimpering, and that spurs Billie on, her climax just at her fingertips. The jock grunts as she pushes your legs up to your chest for a better angle, making sure not to hurt you as she continues pounding away like nobody’s business.
“Shit,” Billie grits her teeth, breathing harshly beside your ear. “Ah fuck—”
“Gonna cum for me, baby girl?” you still manage to tease despite being in the midst of getting railed to filth, and in response, Billie just fucks you harder, making you jerk with every movement.
“Shut up,” Billie hisses, sinking her teeth into the side of your neck, earning a choked cry from you.
“Don’t—no marks, Bi—llie—shit!”
“I don’t care,” Billie borderline growls, making you feel scared and aroused at once. She continues to nip at your sensitive skin, licking over each bite to soothe. “Let people see what a slut you are—I want them to know who you belong to.”
That was the tipping point for you—you come, loud and hard, your thighs shaking from the sheer intensity of your orgasm as you scream into Billie’s neck, fingers clawing at her back when Billie continues moving her hips, sending you into overdrive.
“Fuck shit oh my god—” Billie groans as she finally reaches her climax, plunging her cock deep into your womb before unloading, hot semen splattering all over your walls.
Billie finally goes limp, flopping onto you with a whine, her heartbeat racing in her chest.
“Oh my god,” you rasp, your voice almost completely gone from all the wild fucking. You grunt, pushing Billie off of you and making her roll onto her back. “You came so much.”
Billie lifts her head just enough to see your ruined pussy, white liquid dripping out of your hole, and she smirks to herself in satisfaction.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” Billie groans, her limp cock sticky and uncomfortable against her stomach.
“What if I wasn’t?”
“I’d pay for plan B, I’m not about to become your baby daddy,” Billie teases, earning a weak slap on the shoulder from you.
“Also, I’ve been meaning to ask,” you turn to face Billie, who seemed to be experiencing post-nut clarity, a blank look in her eyes as she stared up at the ceiling. “What does the number on the back of your letterman mean?”
Billie flushes, and a look of panic enters her face at the unexpected question.
“It’s random,” Billie simply responds, shrugging. “It’s—a nice number. But it’s nothing. Really. I think you should go to sleep.”
You merely scoff at that—usually you’d taunt Billie ’till she gave in, but the post-fuck tiredness was creeping into your system, and it wasn’t long before you eventually give in to the shackles of slumber. You roll onto your side, inching yourself closer towards Billie before snuggling up against her chest, much to the jock's surprise.
“Um,” Billie coughs, blushing at the sudden affection—as if she wasn’t just inside you not one minute ago—but she doesn’t make a move to push you off her, oddly comforted by the gesture, albeit foreign.
“Good night, I guess.”
Billie just lies there in silence, still half naked, a million thoughts running through her mind, with at least a quarter of them being you.
Thankfully, she doesn’t have time to drown in her current crisis as the sound of a car pulling into the driveway snaps her out of her thoughts, reeling her back into reality.
It was eight in the evening, your parents were home, and their daughter was naked in bed with the daughter of their business partners.
Fuck.
Billie quietly makes her way out of bed, careful not to wake you, and begins to straighten herself up, trying her best to not make it obvious to your parents that she’d just banged their daughter. She covers you with the blanket before standing there and watching you somewhat awkwardly, the only noise filling the room being your soft breathing.
For the first time, a room was quiet while they were both in it.
Billie’s eyes trailed over your sleeping form, still draped in her letterman, the red fabric eye-catching as ever, but Billie decides to leave you be—she doesn’t have the heart to take it back.
“See you tomorrow,” Billie whispers before turning off the lights and leaving the room.
“Oh, Billie! Fancy seeing you here!” Your mother greets her as she descended the stairs. “Working on another project again, I suppose?”
“Ah, um, yes,” Billie stutters, putting on her most parent-friendly smile she could muster. “We didn’t even realise how late it was. Sorry about the disruption.”
“It’s all fine, how’s my daughter?” Your father pipes in, taking off his coat by the front door.
“She’s asleep already,” Billie replies, hoping they wouldn’t question why their eighteen-year-old was already asleep at eight in the evening.
“Wow, this early? Must’ve been a rough day, yeah?” your dad laughs, and Billie flushes. “Well, you should probably get on your way, I bet your parents must be worried.”
“Oh, for sure, see you soon Mr. and Mrs. Kim,” Billie nods, not waiting for a response as she bolts out the front door.
What a night.
Billie smiles to herself after sending the last message, but she doesn’t even get a second to come to her senses and wipe the stupid lovesick grin off her face before Zoe came slithering up to her.
“You didn’t tell me?” Zoe shrills, eyes wide open and hands gripping her shoulders.
“Tell you what?” Billie blinks, a million possibilities running through her mind. Are all her past mistakes coming back to bite her in the ass? Did the security guard snitch? Did the principal finally find out that she was the one who called him a ‘pedo wanker’?
“You and y/n are a thing?” Zoe blinks back, and Billie was equally as surprised as she was.
“What—what makes you think that?”
“She came in with your letterman!” Zoe practically screams at her face. “Your name and all—I thought we were friends, Billie. You said you’d tell me anything! But it's honestly about fucking time. Me and Ava were kinda betting on it.”
Billie doesn’t register anything past ‘letterman’, and before she could properly respond, she sees none other than you yourself strut into her line of sight, proudly sporting her letterman which was far too big for you, making heads turn for more than one reason now.
Despite being partially out of it, Billie swears she could hear the hushed gossip of the students around her—
" The star quarterback and hottest cheerleader are banging? "
" I called it! "
" They’re probably the ones who fucked on the stairs that time. "
" I mean, they look good together. "
" I thought they hated each other! "
" Plot twist? "
“Hey,” you are also donning a smirk on your lips as you approached Billie, who was looking you up and down as if she’s never seen you in her life. “Good morning.”
“Good—morning,” Billie stutters, too shocked to realise that Eunchae had scrambled away to give them ‘privacy’.
“You don’t look very happy to see me,” you frown, tilting your head and revealing the dark marks Billie had left on the left side of your neck from last night. Billie shivers at the memory, still fresh in her mind.
“My letterman,” Billie were the only words she could manage, her tongue feeling like it’s been tied into a hundred knots—she's never felt like this before, what the fuck was happening?
“You left it at my place last night,” you grin, and Billie winces at the sheer volume of your voice, as if you want everyone around them to know. “You can tell me if you want it back.”
“No,” Billie blurts out, surprising both herself and you. “Um, I mean, you can… keep it.”
“How sweet of you,” you purr, settling yourself onto Billie’s lap so naturally it’s as if you've done this a million times before (you have).
Billie’s mind is completely blank, but her cock was reacting for her, starting to harden underneath you, who could obviously feel it, your smirk widening.
can you give me tips on how to write good fanfics and how to have new ideas? I'm gonna start writing and I want some tips since I love it page I thought it'd be a good idea to ask you. Genuinely any tip that involves writing on Tumblr will help😝😝
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Hi sweet! how are you?
I love to hear you want to start writing, and i’d love to help of course.
Usually what i do is write it first in my app notes, so i can change everything i want all the time, sometimes i even write it two times and decide which one sounds better, i usually also try to keep it in my notes for a week or so, and re read it later so i can read it again with a new pov yk, not the writters pov but as a reader.
Also for ideas, i think i’m just a creative person, so whatever comes to mind I write it down on my notes app again and at the end of the day decide if its too cringy or not. Also i try to do the requests people send too. i’d also start with something that you really like, not thinking about if ill do good or not, cause istg this app is weird and only pushes whatever it wants. And also, most people here are only interested in smut, so that also doesn’t help. Just focus on what you like and what YOU want to post, not what the rest want to see.
I hope this makes sense, but you can always text me for whatever!! Love you.
fragile ➽ billie is blindsided by the illness you never told her about, and the fight to save both you and your love begins.
where we begin ➽ you and billie’s journey of ivf, from the first hints of billie wanting a kid, to birth.
rest ➽ billie takes gentle care of you whilst youre sick.
flexible ➽ you ask billie about when she used to dance, and she shows you just how flexible she is.
patience ➽ you struggle with overwhelming desire and desperate longing as billie playfully teases and ultimately soothes you with slow, tender intimacy in the quiet aftermath of a busy day.
worship ➽ you worship billie under her gentle command, your bodies entwined as she guides you through soft, intoxicating pleasure
look at yourself ➽ you learn to see yourself through billie’s eyes, slowly, as she shows you how to touch yourself like you’re worth loving.
festival ➽ billie pulls you into a hidden corner right after her set at oshega, her adrenaline and desire crashing over you both in a fierce, breathless rush.
lost cause ➽ billie takes an interest in you on the set of the lost cause mv
games ➽ you go shopping, and show off all your new clothes to billie. it turns into a game of how long she can resist you, before she folds.
innocent ➽ billie takes an interest at you at a party where you feel slightly out of place, and keeps trying to make moves on you whilst you drive yet you’re mostly oblivious
exposed ➽ you and billie meet up in amsterdam for the first time since she left for her european tour. you go on a late night walk, and your mutual tension from so long apart unravels in the side streets of amsterdam.
practice ➽ billie helps you perfect your guitar playing for a new song you’re writing, then she helps you practice something else.
what goes around comes around. pt1 pt2 ➽ you and billie are both jealous, and both act out with other women to try make a point about it. results in angry, ruthless fucking to resolve it.
saviour ➽ at the met gala, a domineering boyfriend’s cruelty pushes the you into billie’s grasp, sparking a night of fierce desire, tender control, and ultimately the freedom to let down her guard.
say it, spit it out ➽ billie drags you through a late night ride of jealousy and control before finally letting her guard, and affection, slip.
firsts ➽ you and billie have a late night talk, about almost everything. the topic of your first time comes up, and billie tries to help you understand what you actually just retold.
delivered pt 2 ➽ you and billie having to do long distance because she’s touring, but the distance seems to be becoming too much for the both of you.
hurt ➽ after rough sex, you try walk off the consequences, but billie quickly realises.
photographer ➽ you’re billies photographer gf, and go through the photos of the night after a long show.
talk to me ➽ billie takes her frustration out on you during sex, pushing past your comfort until you safeword. she walks off, emotionally distant, but later returns to give you tender, genuine aftercare.
sleepy ➽ cuddling billie, falling asleep in her arms.
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