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ITS SOOOO GOOD i literally finished it today and had to start writing for it bc caitlyn is quite literally the love of my life (real not clickbait) and vi too like GOSHHH

LITERALLYY like they're my wives don't even PLAY RNRN

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AMI I DIDNT KNOW U LIKED ARCANNNEEEEE??

GABBIII!!! YESYESYES, i love that show so much it's crazy

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please more g!p you are SOOO GOOD with it😩

AAAAA!!! thank you so so much, sweet anonnn!! 🤍

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blushing 🤭 i love you so so so so much more

you're so sweet, but i'm pretty sure i love you so so so so so so much more 😽

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gabbi oh my GOSH

SOMETHING NEW with caitlyn kiramman

୧ ‧₊˚ your sex life with your girlfriend, caitlyn, was sweet, but a little too…vanilla. so, you tell her exactly what you want, and she fulfills your wishes in more ways than you could think of.

pairings and aus. oldergf!caitlyn kiramman 𝑥 fem!reader

warnings. smut. swearing. light choking. orgasm denial. mention of a safe word, though not used. cum play. bondage/tying up. mommy kink. caitlyn being a big softie for her gf.

gabi’s quick thoughts. none. just this. sorry for the bad ending oops i really had nothing to say </3

word count. 5.5k

masterlist ‧₊˚ taglist

you don’t even knock.

your nerves are too loud for politeness, and your thoughts have been spiraling all morning. you need to say it now, or you won’t say it at all.

you and caitlyn had been dating for months, and she was absolutely lovely in every way. she was passionate, full of care, and she always told you how special you were to her, which, you appreciate. 

but, there was something missing. 

you and caitlyn first had intimacy around three months in. it was the most romantic and sweet thing you had ever experienced, and after, she held you for hours until the both of you drifted off to sleep. 

however, now a couple months later, you were wanting a bit more. it was relatively the same each time— you had gentle sex, with light kisses and fragile touches, cleaned up, and fell asleep. it wasn’t that you hated it— no, quite the opposite— but you were dying to try something new from time to time. you were just too scared to tell her. 

would she be down for it? or would it be repulsive to her? you had no idea. 

caitlyn was always pretty closed off when it came to talking about fantasies or things she wanted to try, which was a surprise, considering she had four years on you, and was way more experienced. you honestly didn’t have a clue if she was into anything other than standard vanilla sex, and at first, it didn’t raise any questions. but you were burning with passion, for such a deeper need that she could only fulfill. 

so, here you stood, right behind her closed door with clammy hands and a heart beating with anxiety. it wasn’t that you feel like you couldn’t talk about it, but everything was just so new, and the fear of messing up swallowed the desire to be direct with what you wanted. 

reluctantly, you pushed the door open, and stopped dead in the doorway. 

“cait, can we talk—?”

there are guards in her room. two of them, standing straight-backed near her window like they’re made of stone, and you have to take a double-take to make sure that they’re even breathing. caitlyn is sitting at her desk, reading something with too many signatures at the bottom, completely honed in. 

she looks up, startled, but clearly pleased to see you. her eyes soften, “darling—”

“i didn’t know you had people in here,” you mumble, one foot already back in the hall, regretting every step that led you here. you should’ve just waited, or called— but it was too late for that now. 

“what’s wrong?” she stands from her chair, already walking toward you, and you already know that there’s a slim chance you can get out of this. her voice lowers, gentle, like she thinks you’re hurt. her chin tilts, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

you hesitate. you were going to wait until tonight, to maybe whisper it in her ear while you curled up beside her, or maybe say it in a way that didn’t feel so serious. but now you’re standing here in front of her, heart stuttering, hands cold, yet the words are burning up the back of your throat.

“honey, just tell me. surely it can’t be that—“

“i wanted to talk about… um… our sex life.”

it gets so quiet that you hear one of the guards clear his throat in attempt to mask clear discomfort, and caitlyn blinks. her cheeks flush instantly, a pink hue blossoming over her cheeks, spreading to the tips of her ears. you can’t feel her, but you know she’s burning hot. 

“oh,” she says stiffly, pretending to cough, “oh. well then, um…g-guards, you may be dismissed.”

they file out wordlessly, though one of them definitely walks a little faster than the other, and you swear that you can hear one of them pretending to gag, followed by a giggle as they leave. the door shuts with a soft click, and you’re left alone with her, the tension humming in the air like static.

you fiddle with the hem of your sleeve.

“i shouldn’t have just…said it like that,” you murmur out nervously, still messing with the loose frays on your sleeve.  “i didn’t know they were gonna be in here, and now you probably think i’m—”

“no,” your girlfriend cuts in quickly, “i mean— yes, they were here, but no, i don’t think anything bad. just… surprised.”

“you never talk about it,” you say, quieter now, trying to avoid eye contact as best you could. “…and sometimes i feel like i shouldn’t bring it up because you’re always so composed. i just feel like everything’s so taboo between the two of us.”

she takes your hands, thumbs brushing over your knuckles, and looks at you with sweet, glossy eyes. her voice softens, “oh, i’m sorry, darling. i just… i’ve never been the kind of person who finds it easy to talk about those things. even when i want to.”

you nod, heart slowing down. she was right— knowing her upbringing, that probably wasn’t her focus at all. sure, she’s had flings and short-lived relationships, but you were the first girl that she was really with. none of this probably came easy for her, and you didn’t blame her. 

“babe, i wanted to….um. try…some things?” you confess, twisting your foot against the hardwood floors awkwardly. you swallow, trying to ease up, “something new. but not just that— i want us to be able to talk about ‘it’ without it feeling so… fragile. like if i say the wrong word, you’ll shut down. i’m scared of that.”

caitlyn exhales like she’s been holding her breath since you walked in. she pulls you in, forehead against yours, a gentle hand coming up to rub the small of your back, lowering gently to the lowest part. 

“i’m not shutting down,” she whispers into you, “i’m just… learning how to be more upfront about things. when i was younger, it wasn’t really on my mind, you know, love?”

you close your eyes, leaning farther into her embrace, letting her arms fully close around you, circling around your back and up your shoulders. “do you wanna talk now?” you ask her, your voice low, but oozing with nervousness.

she kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then a little lower, lips brushing your neck, sending gentle chills up your spine. you shiver against her as she pulls your face up with her hands, eyes boring into yours. 

she cracks a gentle smile, “we can talk, and then maybe… we can show each other what we want.”

you smile, a little breathless.

“okay.”

and the moment the words leave your mouth, you see something shift in her. it isn’t anything like usual— hesitant and reserved, but instead, it’s something akin to a quiet focus. 

she doesn’t rush at all. she lifts your hand to her mouth first, pressing a kiss to your knuckles like it’s the most gentle thing in the world. her voice is barely above a whisper as her eyes flutter up at you— her usual glassy, bright blue eyes now shadowed over with something you don’t recognize. 

“tell me what you want to try.”

your cheeks heat, but you hold her gaze, careful not to falter. this is what you’ve been wanting for so long, and now that the moment’s finally here, you want to do any and everything but back out. 

“i want you to stop being so careful. with me.”

she tilts her head, partially in confusion, partially because she wants you to elaborate more. so, you clarify.

“you’re always gentle, and so very sweet. which…i love that, don’t get me wrong— but i want more than just sweetness sometimes. i want you tell me what to do and when to do it— i just…i want you to do whatever you want.”

her eyes flick down to your lips. she’s listening attentively, taking in each word like it really matters— which, to her, it does.

you’re slightly nervous now, and a little embarrassed, heat flaring in your cheeks. you physically can’t look at her without doubling over, and you do so— falling into her, saying the rest against her collarbone, your voice barely above the sound of her breath.

“i want to see what you’re like when you’re not being nice. i want…i want you to be mean. rough with me.” 

something flickers in caitlyn, and you feel her nod, her hand coming up to gently stroke your hair. “are you sure?”

“yes.” you reply almost instantly, and that’s all it takes for cait. 

she doesn’t rush, but there’s a purpose to her actions now, a confidence that settles into her spine as she backs you toward her bed. the air shifts with it, and you feel your heartbeat speed up, anticipation curling in your stomach when she kisses you differently this time.

not the soft, tender brush of lips she usually gives you before sleep or bidding you goodbye. this one is deeper, hungrier, like it’s making up for every time she held back. her hands stay at your waist for a second, then trail lower, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, testing the waters just a little bit. 

she pulls back just slightly.

“i want you to tell me if i go too far,” she says, and she’s nothing but serious. you nod fervently, but she shakes her head, her index finger curling underneath your chin and tilting it up, forcing you to look at her. 

“tell me.”

“yes ma’am.” you squeak out, nodding again, your skin tingly and hot. 

“what a good girl.” she coos, and before you even have enough time to react, her hands find the hem of your t-shirt— which, is really her’s— pulling it off, her fingers brushing over every inch of your smooth skin like she’s committing it to memory. she kisses the space below your collarbone, then lower, and lower, and when you gasp her name, she murmurs “yes, love?” like she’s teasing, but her hands are shaking just a little.

she’s nervous, but she masks it well. you can tell she’s starting to ease up by the way she kisses you and grabs your ass, and not just a little tap like she usually does. her hands are roaming all around you, hungry for you, desperate to make you feel good. 

you reach for her shirt too— unbuttoning it, one by one, until her chest is bare beneath you, excusing a black, lacy bra that she’s wearing. her hair falls forward, brushing your shoulder, and she leans in again, mouth hot against your neck now, teeth grazing just enough to make your breath hitch.

you discard her shirt to the floor like it’s worth nothing, grabbing her face to pull her lips back onto yours. you’re both messily trying to reach the bed, stumbling over shirts and other items that are scattered about her bedroom. 

cait pulls you down onto her crisply made bed, covers shifting as she flips you underneath her with a swift movement, not breaking the kiss. a tiny moan passes through your lips as her fingers toy with the waistband of your jeans, and you can practically hear your own heartbeat in your ears, anticipation rising. 

she shifts down to kiss your jaw, then your throat, then across your chest, slow and methodical like she’s tracing a map she’s read a hundred times but only now dares to touch. she presses her thigh between yours, and you arch into it, your breath catching in your throat.

“c-cait—”

“i know,” she murmurs, her voice dripping honey as she shifts down, her hand reaching the button on your jeans. as soon as she looks up at you for confirmation, you breathe out a helpless plea, and she nods, grinning. 

she slides her fingers onto the buttons, undoing each one carefully, amused at how shaky you get with each one she takes out slow and purposeful, until you’re gasping her name again, this time raw and open. 

with a little bit of force, plus your shimmying, she moves your bottoms down until they reach your ankles, sliding them off and throwing them behind her without another look. 

caitlyn gives you a half-smile when her eyes land on your pretty blue panties, the one with the lace and bow at the top that she had picked out for you. you offer up a sheepish smile, legs squeezed shut, “hi.”

“hi, pretty,” she gleams, tapping your thighs lightly, “open ‘em.”

you oblige, your legs spreading slowly for her, and she lets out a quiet giggle when she sees the giant wet spot at your core. she wets her lips with her tongue, “eager much, huh, babe?” 

you grow shy, your head falling into your shoulder as you nod silently. 

“let me take care of you.” 

caitlyn���s face falls in between your thighs, kissing them repeatedly, landing on all your sweet spots that she knows all too well. both her hands find the waistband of your panties, pulling them down, and you shiver at the new temperature of air. 

she, once again, throws your underwear onto the floor like it’s a piece of trash, cooing out at how pretty you look— and she tells you that, too. 

“you make it so hard to hold back,” she whispers honestly, “i…i don’t think i want to anymore.”

“then don’t.”

and she doesn’t.

“just—“ she brings her wrist up to her mouth, her teeth trapping the edge of a hair tie as her hands cup around her scalp, pooling her hair into a ponytail. she slides the elastic up her fingers and your eyes are glued to her, watching her nimble fingers dwindle, securing her hair and blowing a loose piece away from her face. 

your feel your eyes widen, just a bit. you don’t have much time to react before her middle and ring finger are placed against your sopping pussy, collecting your juices on her fingertips, spreading the wetness to your clit, teasing you. you shudder.

“w-wait, caitlyn,” you interrupt before she can go any further, and she looks up at you, “hm?”

“…nevermind.” you shake your head. 

she hums, but she’s not convinced. her hand slides up to your thigh, slower now, more deliberate. she squeezes it gently, “no. there’s something else.”

you bite your lip.

she shifts closer, blue eyes watching you with that sharp, focused look that always makes your stomach turn instantly. 

“you promised,” she reminds you gently, “that you’d tell me what you wanted.”

you hesitate. it’s not that you don’t want to— it’s just… different this time. harder to say. it’s more than just her changing her demeanor, it’s an action, once that you weren’t sure if she’d be interested in. 

“is it something you’re afraid i won’t like?” she asks gently, not pushing, but just out of pure wonder.

you shake your head.

“then what is it?”

your voice is barely a whisper when you say, “you’ll think it’s too much.”

caitlyn’s gaze softens, but she doesn’t let up. she leans in, brushing her lips just below your dripping core.

“tell me anyway.”

your throat works as you breathe out, honest, “i want you to tie me up.”

there’s a beat of silence, but it’s not uncomfortable. you can tell she’s thinking about what you just said, gears turning like she’s full of ideas.

she pulls back just slightly, just enough to see your face. “you want me to—”

“not in a scary way,” you rush out, cheeks burning, “just… soft. but firm. like you’re in control. i don’t know.” you look away from her, “gosh, i feel stupid.”

“look at me,” she says, and when you do, her expression makes you forget how to breathe. she’s not judging you or looking hesitant, but instead, her eyes are lit up like she’s been wanting to do that all along. 

“you’re not stupid,” she says slowly, “you’re perfect.”

you barely get a sound out before she speaks again, “stay right there.”

you nod, breathless, and watch as she stands up and crosses the room— calm and composed, but she’s got a new pep in her step. she opens a drawer at her desk and rummages around for a second before she returns with a soft, navy silk scarf and that look in her eyes again, the one that makes your knees go weak even when you’re lying down.

“hands up.” she orders, and it isn’t laced with that usual tenderness— no, this was a command, and you follow it.

you lift them slowly. you’re nervous and excited all at once, and the mixture is dizzying. she moves to the side of the bed and she binds your wrists together behind your back, gently but tight enough that you can feel it. her fingers linger after, tracing the new vulnerability she’s created.

“still okay?” she asks, watching your face to make sure you’re alright.

you nod again for what feels like the hundredth time, “yes, please. i need you.”

cait smiles. not her usual amused, aristocratic smirk— not at all. this one is deeper, much darker, and you whine at that, at that look, where you both know the exact same thing. 

she’s gonna make you fall apart. 

she kisses down your neck, your chest, taking her time while your arms stay pinned over your head. she moves lower until she’s sprawled underneath you, her nose laying on top of her clit. she starts off slowly, licking into you slow and precise, holding your thighs open as you gasp her name. you squirm and she presses your hips down with a firm hand, murmuring against your skin, “easy, love. i’ve got you.”

and you know she does. 

her tongue finds your clit almost instantly, toying with the sensitive bud. you sigh, basking in her touch, fingers curling in the sheets where you can, the scarf tight behind your back as your body arches helplessly.

you can’t even hide how loud the moan is. it slips out like a secret, but it’s still very audible. you weren’t expecting her to be this good at what you asked for, nor this focused. this deliberate.

caitlyn doesn’t say anything at first— she just hums low, like she’s pleased with herself. her lips are soft, her tongue precise, her grip on your thighs firm and immovable. it’s everything you asked for— commanding, but still cait, like always. 

then, suddenly, her lips pull away from you with a pop, and you whine out helpless, body shifting on the covers. she pulls her fingers to her mouth and wets them, eyes glued on you, lining them up with your wet pussy. slowly, she pushes them inside you— so deep that you can feel it so high up. she curls them tight and you gasp, and then, she’s gone. 

caitlyn pumps her fingers in and out in a harsh rhythm, fingertips curling as her thumb comes up to rub your clit in sloppy, quick circles. it’s nearly too much for you— it throws you into a haze of nothing but pleasure, the only sounds filling the room being your heavy breathing and the wetness from your cunt. she’s unrelenting, and it’s all you could ever want. 

you whisper her name like a prayer, squirming beneath her touch, but she tuts at you mockingly. 

“don’t run from it,” she murmurs, lips brushing against your sensitive thighs, “you said you wanted me in control, didn’t you?  i’m just giving you what you asked for.”

you whimper at the words, your body already on edge, your wrists aching in the best way. you want more. God, you want so much more.

you don’t even realize you’re crying out until her fingers quicken even faster— rapidly pushing inside you with practiced ease, curling just right, drawing a gasp from your throat that’s half-shock, half-desperation.

“f-fuck, cait—”

“that’s it,” she praises, voice low, “take it. be a good girl and take it.”

your legs are shaking, and she’s not even moving that fast. that’s the thing— she’s not trying to break you, but she’s trying to unravel you. 

her thumb circulates against your clit as her fingers work you open, and your whole body stutters beneath the intensity. you’re so worked up that you almost try to reach out before realizing that you’re tied up— you’re twitching, gasping, panting like it’s too much, but you don’t want her to stop. not even for a second.

she leans forward, teeth grazing your skin, “you like being tied up for me?” she asks you softly, but mockingly, “you like not being able to touch me? hm?” 

you nod desperately, your head thrown back as a string of curses slip through your teeth, “i love it,” you take a second to breathe, “i love it— please, c-caitlyn, don’t stop—”

your girlfriend chuckles— low, dangerous, but seemingly affectionate. her pace quickens slightly, and she’s cooing little praises beneath you as your back arches. you’re so close that it hurts.

“you’re so pretty when you’re like this,” caitlyn tells you, voice raw now, and her usual sweetness is long gone. “falling apart for me, making all these sweet little sounds— fuck, i need you.” 

you feel your walls tightening around her, crying out against her palm, practically begging for whatever else she can give. 

you feel your legs shake and your breath hitch, and you’re so close you feel like your body’s gonna snap. “c-cait, cait, baby— i’m gonna—“

but caitlyn… caitlyn has other plans.

just when you’re about to tip over the edge, she pulls back— fingers drenched, eyes dark, her breathing steady, while yours is completely shattered.

“you thought you were gonna cum, didn’t you?” she questions, thumb tracing a line over your inner thigh as she looks up at you with that look, and you shiver at that.

you nod, dazed and wide-eyed. “yes— baby, please, i—”

“did i say you could? did you even ask?” 

your breath catches in your throat again, this time from the shift in her tone. it’s not cruel, no, never cruel— but stern. in control, just what you had asked for. 

“well, n-no,” you admit, voice small, “but i thought—”

“you don’t get to think tonight,” caitlyn cuts in gently, and she leans up and kisses your trembling lips, “you asked me to take charge. so i am. you’ll cum when i want you to.”

your head drops back against the pillows, a whine building in your throat. she’s already kissing her way back down your body, hands pressing your thighs wide open again. 

you’re too sensitive now. every touch feels like a wild fire. your toes curl, your spine twists, and her tongue is back on your clit like nothing ever stopped— but you know now. you know she won’t let you finish, at least, not until you ask nicely— and even then, you know who’s really in control. 

and somehow, that makes it worse, yet so much hotter.

you cry out again, hips lifting, your legs shaking, and the feeling is so much stronger than before, but she pulls away just before you can get close. 

again.

“caitlyn,” you’re literally begging now, tears stinging against your eyes, “please, i’ll do anything, i’ll be so good. but i just need—” 

“i know,” she whispers, kissing the inside of your thigh gently, and it’s reassuring, “i know, darling. you’re doing so well. but not yet.”

you lose count of how many times she edges you like that— over and over, winding you up like a string she’s pulling tighter and tighter, and refusing to let you let go. she holds your hips down when you squirm, hushes you when you sob, kisses you so sweetly, and still won’t let you fall apart.

“tell me your safeword,” she murmurs, hands smoothing over your stomach with one hand, the other still buried deep inside of your cunt, fingers still at work. “just so i know you still remember.”

you nod through tears, eyes blurry and unfocused, “blueberry.”

she kisses your thighs, “good girl.”

then, she starts all over again. not completely— just enough to work you back up, her mouth replacing her thumb on your clit, and you feel like you’re seeing stars. 

you bury your face in a pillow, the need for stability gnawing at you. you can’t hold on, so you smush your face into the silky case, still wrecked. “please, cait…honey, i-i want to cum. i need to. i’ve been so…so good— and it hurts. please, cait!” 

caitlyn pulls away from your pussy and hums, thinking it over a few times, and then she grins.

“on my fingers or my tongue?”

you blink, gasping, surprised that she was even going to let you finish off. “wh-what?”

“you get one,” she tells you, “and you better cum hard, because i’m not letting you get another one.”

it doesn’t take much thought to answer her question. you choose her tongue, which she favors, and it’s inside you in seconds.

and when you cum— finally, completely, crying into the sheets— you scream her name like it’s the only thing that’ll save you. your whole body locks, and she talks you through it the entire time.

“yeah, that’s it, darling— cum for me.”

“such a pretty girl.”

“i know, i know, but you’re a big girl. you can take it.”

you don’t remember how long it takes for you to catch your breath. you just know that when you do, caitlyn’s right there, smiling. she’s brushing your hair back, her thumb tracing your cheekbone. “still breathing?”

you nod. barely.

“good,” she says, kissing you slowly, sweetly. “i love you.” she reminds you. 

you’re still laid out beneath her, body flushed and soft from the first round, when your free hands reach up to touch her again. your fingers trail up her clothed thigh, light and wanting, but she catches your wrist— not roughly. just firm.

you pause, eyes flicking up, “you don’t want me to touch you?”

caitlyn hesitates. she doesn’t pull you away, not exactly, but her grip lingers for a second, her thumb rubbing absent circles into your skin.

“i do,” she affirms softly, “i do, it’s just… i want to treat you tonight.”

you blink, a little breathless, “treat me?”

caitlyn exhales, and it’s a little shaky. her cheeks are flushed, and you can tell she’s nervous from something she hasn’t said yet, something she’s clearly been holding back.

“it’s stupid,” she murmurs, half-smiling like she’s already bracing to be teased, “i’ve just… i like being the one in charge. with you. i like taking care of you. and…” she trails off, lips parting like she’s not sure if she should finish.

“caitlyn,” you call out her her, and she hums. “baby, you can tell me. this is for both of us, and if you want something, i want you to let me know.” 

“okay,” she whispers slowly, more to brace herself than to respond to your statement. her eyes cast downward like she’s suddenly shy, and you blink up at her, surprised. “i’ve been thinking about something, a word— something i want you to say. but only if you’re comfortable.”

you nod, a little nervous now, but curious, “kiramman, spit it out.” 

you can tell she wants to, but she’s reluctant. she shakes her head and pulls you into her by your hips and kisses you, her fingers dancing against your nude hips, and you forget all about it. not wanting to push her. she throws your leg over hers, her hands roaming all over. she moans into you, “i want to touch you again.” 

you feel like your skin is ignited. you’re wanting more than you can handle, your sensitivity still heightened, but you don’t care. you let caitlyn flip you underneath her, let her place sloppy kisses all over your body, let her tongue graze your clit until your legs shake. 

she finds herself under you once again, her tongue drawing sloppy figure 8’s on your clit, then down to your pussy. you’re so sensitive that you’re already getting close, and caitlyn can tell— she always does. 

when you whimper out, she shushes you, “stop that, darling, let mommy make you feel good. it’s okay, i know— i’m not going anywhere.”

you stop. “caitlyn?”

she stops, and looks up at you. “yes?” 

“what did you just say?” 

she draws a slow breath in, “w-what do you mean?”

“let who make me feel good?”

there’s a pause, and you raise an eyebrow at her, smiling. she looks away for a second and almost laughs— and you know she’s embarrassed, which makes your heart squeeze. 

caitlyn sighs, “you’ve never called me anything like that before. but sometimes, when you let go like that… when you let me take care of you…” she swallows. “i think about you calling me…you know—“

“mommy?”

“right.” she agrees, looking anywhere but in your eyes. 

you stare at her for a long moment, heart skipping. caitlyn, flushed and trying so hard to stay composed, still has her hand pressed to your thigh. she's avoiding your eyes, which is rare. but you know her now— know her well enough to see the part of her that tries to hide when she's so vulnerable.

"you could've just said that," you murmur, voice breathy, warm. "you know i'd do anything for you."

her gaze finally meets yours, and something in it softens. she’s still shy, but she’s loosened up. "it's not just about the name, it's... what it means when you say it."

"and what does it mean?" 

caitlyn takes a breath, then crawls back up over you slowly, her body sliding over yours. her hand wraps gently around your throat— not squeezing, just holding— and the shift is immediate. she's in control again, and she knows it, basking in it. 

"it means you're mine," she whispers with a smile, “and i take care of what's mine. always.” 

you whimper at that, at the return of her weight. she watches you unravel beneath her again, and it must be all the permission she needs, because the next second, she's kissing you— rougher this time, messily, like this is the last time. 

quickly, her hands are between your legs again before you can say anything else, parting you with the same unrelenting precision she always has. she fingers you like she knows you inside and out, because she does. she’s so deep that it almost hurts, but the pleasure’s greater than the pain, and you moan out at that.

“cait, please—“ your sentence dies on your tongue, and just when you start to squirm, chasing the edge, she pulls back. 

“ask nicely.” she orders you, and without thinking, you plead, your head dropping into her shoulder. 

“please— m-mommy, please let me cum—“

the groan she lets out is deep, guttural, like you've just unhinged something in her. she doesn't waste another second— her fingers press inside you, slow but firm, and her mouth is back on your throat, your chest, anywhere she can reach. her other hand holds you down when your hips buck, and when you whimper again, she shushes you gently.

"just relax. mommy's gonna take care of everything."

and she does.

she builds you up so slowly you feel like you're losing your mind, touching you just how you like— soft but commanding, her pace teasing yet cruel. you squirm, and she tightens her grip on your hip.

you feel the coil in your stomach pulse, and you cry out, back lifting off of the covers, but caitlyn doesn’t stop. she just kisses your shoulder, “cum for mommy, baby.”

you feel everything in you snap open, your body shaking in periodic spurts, your back falling back into the sweaty covers beneath you. caitlyn helps you ride out your high and you swear you’ve died and came back to life. 

you both sigh and fall into the sheets, looking at each other before giggling silently. caitlyn cups your cheek, “was that…okay?”

“yeah,” you nod and kiss her plump lips, “more than okay.” 

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[chrissv4mp]

nerd!billie save me omg.

nerd!billie x reader

{first time with billie} - (warnings: g!p, smut)

nerd!billie was a quiet person, soft, gentle, clumsy, book worm and a total video games freak. a typical nerd. her little secret? her hours long obsession with porn at night.

nerd!billie was a virgin, and had a little notebook where she wrote down things she saw and "learned" from watching porn, just in case she needs it one day.

after you two started dating, nerd!billie was going crazy with overthinking at home. even tho you were also a virgin and said you need time, she would watch porn for hours, trying to study how to put the dick in and how to bring a girl to an orgasm. not really knowing how to differ from real sex and these fake porn videos.

after a few weeks of dating, nerd!billie was panicking, noticing your make out sessions got longer, hotter. so before you met, she would always jerk off just in case it happens, so she can last long.

nerd!billie would accidentally cum into her boxers sometimes when you were sitting on her lap making out with her, hoping you wouldn't notice.

nerd!billie was too scared to order a fleshlight, fearing her parents would open the box, so she was reading stuff on reddit for hours, looking into home made things. she once put sponge in a pringles box, and put her dick inside of it, using it to jerk off and imagining it was your pussy.

after two months of dating, you told nerd!billie you were 'ready' over text. next thing she did was buy three different packs of condoms in different sizes to try them on at home.

when your family was gone over the weekend and you invited nerd!billie to your place to stay the night, she spent the whole day in the bathroom trying to shave without cutting herself, scrubbing and washing every little inch of her body, jerking off several times, watching videos over and over again.

nerd!billie and you starting making out in your bed, knowing where it would finally lead you two. you were as nervous as billie, but you could literally see her hands shake and the sweat roll down her forehead.

nerd!billie started to moan and groan as soon as you kissed and licked the tip of her dick.

nerd!billie was so overwhelmed and overstimulated after you had her dick in your mouth that she accidentally came after 40 seconds, leaving her cum all over your face and apologizing twenty times for it, embarrassed as fuck.

nerd!billie jerked off too much in the morning and was way too nervous that you sucking her dick was the only thing you guys did because she couldn't get an erection anymore.

the next night you guys went for it again, this time no blowjob. nerd!billie was hovering over you, trying to put the condom over her dick, but of course she went for the wrong side, not being able to roll it down on her dick and asking you for help.

nerd!billie had her dick in her hand and tried to find your entrance. she thought kissing you at the same time would cover it up, but the tip of her dick just couldn't find any hole.

when it took nerd!billie too long and she would 'put her dick in' it would hit your folds but not go inside so you helped her.

when nerd!billie's dick was right in front of your hole, she was being the soft and gentle girlfriend as always and told you to let her know if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable so she can immediately stop.

after nerd!billie finally put her dick inside of your pussy, the overwhelming feeling took over her and she fell on top of you with a moan.

nerd!billie was moving her hips slow at first, already feeling the orgasm build up inside of her with only a few times thrusting inside of you.

as soon as she went a little faster, nerd!billie was moaning like crazy, telling you that she's about to cum.

"fuck, 'm gna cum," she groans after three minutes, shooting a huge load of cum inside the condom.

after nerd!billie came, she immediately pulled out and plopped next to you.

you two fell asleep right after for a few hours. waking up around 3am again. nerd!billie's dick was hard again and you sat down on it, taking matters into your own hands. you put her hands on your hips, telling her to grab you towards her. you were riding her so fast, finally being able to feel her so deep inside of you. it didn't take long for both of you to cum together. making both of you moan your names covered in sweat. only realising you forgot to use a condom as soon as nerd!billie pulled out of your cum covered pussy.

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soaked 😽

★ keep quiet b. eilish. . .

★ fuckboy!billie au

panties hanging around your ankle, legs wrapped tightly around her neck, the new strap reaching your cervix with every deep thrust of her hips, both hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing just enough to show who's boss now, eyes rolling back into the back of your head, orgasm approaching faster than your dumb brain can process, all while your parents are sleeping two rooms away.

her hips start to slam into you at a faster pace, and billie doesn't miss the opportunity to watch your pussy swallow her cock like it was made for you, like nothing else in the world mattered as she turned your insides into mush. and you couldn't help but let your moans get louder and tears sting your eyes.

"so noisy tonight, babygirl, but we don't want your parents to know what a slut you are, do we?" she chuckles, the sound going straight into your pussy, only causing another frustrated whine. this just forced her. her hand reaches up, biceps visibly tensing and you swallow hard, your eyes watch her carefully as she pulls your wet panties down your ankle, balling them up. "open your mouth"

she leans down, her hips continuing to slam into you, and even if you tried to keep your mouth closed, it just wouldn't work. you grab onto her tricep, sighing heavily before opening your mouth wide, tongue automatically sticking out. billie smiles, left hand cupping your jaw as a warm gob of spit lands on your tongue, dripping down your throat, and before you can swallow it, she shoves your own panties into your mouth, causing your eyes to open wider and your pupils to dilate.

once your mouth is covered, she wraps both her hands around your neck again, letting you grab onto her arms as she bends them and lifts your top off the bed, folding you in half, only starting to thrust faster into you, thick strap going even deeper, hitting the sweetest spots, causing warm tears to drip down onto her wrists.

“so beautiful with your sweet mouth stuffed,” billie smirks, her voice sounding arrogant, but that’s the last thing on your mind when she’s fucking you so good. so deep. so perfectly.

you begged her to let you come, and she did nothing but taunt you, as if she wasn’t the one who turned your smart head into a fucking mess, unable to argue with a coherent sentence until you came. “what do you want, princess? sorry, i can't hear you"

she throws your body back down on the bed, hooking her index finger under the elastic of your panties and pulling them out of your mouth. strands of drool remain on your lips, and she simply rubs them with her palm, not giving you time to catch her breath as she pushes three fingers into your mouth, watching as your tongue tries to work fast enough to satisfy her.

"you wanna cum, slut?" wet fingers slip out of your mouth, leaving a soft slap on your cheek. still enough to make your stomach twist with arousal. "use your words"

"yes—yes, daddy, please.. i wanna cum for you" you mumble non-stop, not daring to take your eyes off her face. just knew what would happen if you tried to turn away while begging her for permission to come.

"that's my good girl" she almost whispers, running her palm all over your face, and then stopping at your lips again, allowing you to take her thumb into your mouth to muffle your endless moans a little.

"cum on daddy's cock like a good little slut"

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[chrissv4mp]

how can someone be that sexy

[chrissv4mp]

someone hold me back ...

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smut ୨ৎ warnings: g!p billie, daddy kink, breeding kink, cheating wc: 2.7k

the house was nearly silent, save for the slow, measured sound of your heels clicking against polished hardwood. sunlight spilled in through the tall windows, painting long, lazy rectangles of gold across the floor. dust hung in the air like a held breath. it was beautiful, elegant without trying, modern without losing its warmth. it felt lived in, but untouched. waiting.

you ran your fingers lightly over the smooth marble countertop in the kitchen, admiring the details your husband had only skimmed over. he was the one who wanted this house  talked about the space, the layout, the investment, but now, he was conveniently absent, letting you meet the agent alone to “finalize the paperwork.”

that agent being billie.

you’d met her once before, briefly — polite, professional, perfectly collected. but today? something was different. her blazer was off. the top buttons of her shirt were undone. her posture was just a bit more relaxed, her voice lower, eyes lingering too long when she thought you weren’t looking. she showed you the master bedroom last, almost like she knew that was where everything would end.

“so,” billie said, standing near the large bay window in the bedroom, arms crossed casually. “what do you think?”

you turned slowly, letting your gaze travel from the ceiling to the walls to her. “it’s... gorgeous,” you said, stepping closer. “quiet. private. sturdy.” you tilted your head, smirking slightly. “important qualities.”

billie’s eyes flicked to your mouth for a beat too long. “we like to make sure our clients feel secure. like they’re building something that lasts.”

you raised a brow, taking another step toward her, deliberately slow. “secure, huh? that what you want for me?”

a flicker of something passed across her face, not quite surprise, not quite guilt. desire, maybe. she didn’t answer right away. she didn’t need to.

you reached past her to run your hand along the windowsill, brushing her arm in the process. “this would be the view from my bed,” you murmured. “waking up here every morning, wrapped up in someone warm…”

billie let out the softest breath, not a word, but something just as telling. you smiled to yourself.

the tension was a slow build, not a fire, but a low, steady burn. every time she looked at you, her eyes betrayed her composure. she kept trying to stay professional, but you watched it crack, inch by inch.

you circled her like a predator playing with its prey, brushing your fingers against the soft cotton of her shirt, pausing behind her to whisper in her ear, “bet the bed creaks, doesn’t it?”

billie swallowed hard, her jaw tightening.

you turned back to the bed and let yourself fall onto it with a graceful flop, legs crossed at the ankle. “you mind?” you asked, knowing full well she didn’t.

she shook her head once, barely.

“this would be the room,” you said absently, toying with the edge of the throw blanket. “where i’d spend my nights. my mornings. maybe make a few life-changing decisions…”

you trailed off. then looked at her.

she was already looking at you.

you patted the bed beside you. “come here.”

billie hesitated for a breath — not from reluctance, but the sheer weight of anticipation — then obeyed. she sat at the foot of the bed, hands in her lap, trying to act like she was still in control of something.

you leaned forward slightly, your voice dropping to a whisper. “are you nervous, billie?”

“no,” she said too quickly.

you grinned. your hand found her thigh, and that was all it took for the dam to break. her posture crumbled, her breath caught. she turned to you like she couldn’t help it, like gravity was pulling her in.

you didn’t kiss her. not yet. you just leaned close, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “if you want this sale to go through… you’re gonna have to show me this house is worth it.”

“a-again?” she stammered out, her voice cracking in that desperate way you’d come to savor. you nod quietly sinking to your knees. you swear you can hear the thoughts racing through billie’s mind as you unbutton her baggy pants. something straining against her boxer material, bringing a smirk to your face. 

the bedroom was drenched in warm, late-afternoon sunlight that filtered in through gauzy white curtains, casting golden ribbons across the hardwood floor. dust particles danced lazily in the quiet air, the stillness of the empty house broken only by the soft creak of the bedframe and the occasional, breathy whimper echoing off bare walls. the place was pristine, too pristine, like it was waiting for something to stain it, claim it.

billie sat at the foot of what could soon be your shared bed, legs parted slightly, knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the mattress. her usually sharp demeanor was softened, melted down to something pliant, almost fragile. sweat clung to her temple, slicking dark strands of hair to her flushed skin. she looked up at you with glassy eyes, pupils wide, lips parted and trembling.

you smiled slowly, fingers tightening around the base of her cock, which twitched under your touch. “well,” you breathed, tone low and syrupy as honey, “if you're gonna sell this house to my husband and i... we have to make sure it's sturdy. wouldn’t want the foundation crumbling, would we?”

you were on your knees before her, framed by the soft halo of light, satin dress ruched up around your thighs. every movement you made was deliberate, calculated, but looked effortless, like you were built for this room, for this moment. your fingers moved with featherlight precision, and billie gasped at the contact, her hips giving the smallest of thrusts despite the restraint she tried to hold onto.

“so needy, baby,” you cooed, tilting your head as you looked up at her with mock concern, your mouth dangerously close to her slick, aching tip. “you’ve been so helpful through this whole process, think you deserve a little thank you.”

she whimpered again, low and broken, her head falling back against the headboard. the way her muscles tensed told you everything, how close she was, how little it took to unravel her.

“please,” she begged, voice rough and ragged. “please just wanna feel you around me, please ma—”

you cut her off by pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the sensitive underside of her cock, then another near the head, before finally taking her tip into your mouth, just enough to make her buck her hips involuntarily.

“so impatient,” you murmured as you pulled back with a wet pop, letting a line of spit fall from your lips to her shaft. “what? did i spoil you with making you cum so many times that you’ve so dumb you forgot your manners already?”

“i’m sorry,” she whimpered, hands now clawing at the sheets. “m’sorry, daddy... just wanna be your good slut. please — i’ll take whatever you give me—”

you giggled softly, delighted by the pathetic way her voice cracked and trembled. her cheeks were flushed a deep rose, her thighs shaking with restraint. her body screamed for permission, her expression begging you to take her apart.

“fuck, daddy, i’m close, so close,” billie gasped, eyes glassy, pleading.

you rose gracefully, letting her see every inch of your slow, sultry movement. her eyes followed you with reverence, pupils dilated, chest heaving. you slipped out of your dress with ease, letting it fall in a quiet whisper to the floor. your black lace set clung to your frame like sin itself, hugging every curve with intention. billie's breath hitched at the sight, her mouth falling open slightly.

you straddled her lap and gave her a smug, sultry smile before pushing her down into the mattress, her body yielding to your command. she propped herself on her elbows to watch as you peeled away the rest of your lingerie, baring yourself in the golden light of the bedroom that would soon be yours.

she looked like a starving woman, utterly undone at the sight of you.

you took her cock in your hand, guiding it to your entrance as you sank down slowly, both of you moaning in unison as she filled you inch by inch. the heat, the stretch, the pressure, it was nearly too much, too perfect.

your forehead rested in the crook of her neck as you adjusted to her size, lips trailing kisses along her shoulder until you found that tender space just beneath her jaw.

“please, please let me fill you up,” she choked out, barely able to keep her voice steady. “m’so close.”

“yeah? already?” you whispered, your voice turning breathy as your pace shifted, your walls tightening around her. “want to put your babies in me?”

“please, ma — need it. i’m such a fucking slut for your pussy please”

you rocked your hips with more intention now, your nails digging into her sides. 

“yeah, i know baby,” you purred. “fucking pathetic. so desperate to please daddy, huh? just need someone to make a mess in hm?”

your hand moved to billie’s bringing it towards your body to press against your lower stomach, feeling the bulge where she throbbed inside you. you looked down and bit your lip, moaning.

“look, i can feel you in my tummy, baby. feel how deep you are? you’re gonna turn all my insides to mush hm?”

that alone was enough to make billie jerk her hips up again, dragging another sharp moan from your lips. her head nodding furiously, as you continue to bounce on her cock, taking what you wanted from billie.

“gosh, i love your noises, daddy,” she babbled, her voice wet with emotion. “need your babies so bad… want this house for us.”

you let out a soft giggle as billie’s cock twitches inside you again, she’s panting, cheeks flushed, hips bucking up into you like she’s the one in charge.

you lean back slightly, hands planted on her chest, bouncing on her cock, slow at first, rolling your hips just right, letting her feel every single inch.

“god,” you breathe out, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “you feel so good, baby. filling me up so perfect, you always do, letting me use you and your dick how i wany…”

billie lets out a desperate moan beneath you, her hands gripping your thighs, trying to force you down faster.

you tsk gently, smile wide and breathless. “oh? trying to take charge baby?” you look down at her, pouty and playful. “that’s so cute.”

“i— i can make you feel so good,” billie grits out, her voice a little deeper now, trying to be dominant. “i can fuck you how you need. just let me—”

you start riding her faster. harder. skin slapping against skin as her breath cuts off in her throat.

her head falls back. her hips jerk up involuntarily. she’s close again. the knot threatening to break.

“aww, you poor thing” you croon, giggling again, leaning forward and dragging your nails down her chest, rolling her nipples between your fingers. “were you saying something, baby? come on use your fucking words billie”

“fuck,” billie chokes, eyes wide, mouth open, her whole body trembling. ���i’m gonna— i’m gonna cum—”

you stop.

just like that. your hips still, clenching around her, but no movement. her body bucks up automatically, chasing it, but you press your palm flat against her belly, pinning her down.

her whole face crumples. “no— no no no— please—”

you giggle, brushing sweaty hair off her forehead. “oh my gosh, baby… you were so close, huh?” you whisper, voice all sugar and cruelty. “aw. pretty little girl, daddy’s sorry.”

“please,” she whines, breathless. “i was so close— daddy please, let me— i need to—”

“you need to?” you tease, eyes sparkling. “oh princess… that’s not how this works. you don’t cum just because you want to.”

you start moving again, this time slower, dragging it out. the way her body twitches, how her hips try to fight it, you can feel the war happening inside her. she’s trying to be good. trying to obey. but her body wants.

“be a good girl,” you purr. “beg for it. tell me how badly you want to fill me up.”

billie gasps, moaning as her cock pulses again inside you. she looks up at you, broken and desperate. “please, daddy— i’ll do anything. i’m so close— want to cum in you, please, wanna give you everything— wanna be your good girl, let me prove it, i’ll be so good, i swear—”

you tilt your head, pretending to think. “hmmm…”

you slam your hips down hard, once, then again, watching her whole body seize with pleasure.

“i guess you’ve been good,” you say sweetly. “even with that little act you pulled earlier” you reach forward, caressing her cheek, moving the tiny strands of hair out of her face. “but let’s be real, baby. you were never in charge, just pretending hm? you know only i can make you feel this good ever.”

billie lets out a shuddering moan, eyes glassy, mouth open.

“you want it, baby?” you whisper. “you wanna cum inside daddy’s pussy?”

“yes— yes please, i’m begging you—please—”

“mmmm. good girl.”

and then you ride her.

hard. merciless. wet, loud, and messily, your moans tangled with hers as your nails scratch down her chest, your body grinding against hers until her whole body is shaking.

“cum,” you whisper in her ear. “fill me up, sweet girl. let me have your babies.”

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♱ ONE DOOR DOWN

warnings. smut, use of y/l/n, masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex, subtop!billie, dirty talk, mild praise kink, language.

synopsis. your counselor asks you to ride along with the track team while they're on their tournament. you're not particularly happy about it, until rooms are assigned and billie texts you late at night.

au. g!p jock!billie × leadership/cheerleader!reader

words. 3.7k

letters. quickest thing i've written in a while, WHO CHEERED 😛

you found out during sixth period. just before class ended, your name was called over the intercom to come to the counselor's office, and your leadership advisor had told you there was some kind of last-minute shuffle, that the chosen leadership rep had something come up and they couldn't make it.

she follows up by saying you're the next best choice because you're "reliable," "organized," and "a good presence for the younger athletes." along with a quiet comment about how you were the first choice, but they decided to give someone else a chance.

you want to say no. want to point out the large stack of homework on your desk that you'd usually have done by now but got too busy, the group project in history that no one else is working on, the way you hate long bus rides and shared hotel rooms and being in charge of a bunch of kids who don't listen.

but you don't.

because you're reliable. organized. a good presence.

so now it's friday night and you're standing in an—almost empty—hotel lobby six hours away from home, sitting and staring at a man arguing with the front desk ladies.

the head track coach is listing off room assignments, voice heavy with exhaustion and irritation from the long, rowdy bus ride here. people are cheering tiredly once they hear their names together, some groaning, and others immediately rushing down the stairs and to the elevators in an effort to beat the other there.

you're leaning your chin against the palm of your hand, nearly asleep, when you hear your name being called.

"y/l/n," coach avery murmurs. "and... eilish. rooms 129, 130."

billie glances over at you, backpack slung over her shoulder, duffel bag hanging loosely on her other. her lips twitch up in a small smirk as she nods at you, the hall, and then gets up without another word.

you follow behind her slowly, feet dragging against the carpet as you make your way to the elevators. it's quiet until you reach the second floor and check into your room, the door shutting behind you. that's when you finally let out a groan of exhaustion.

before anything else, you drop your backpack in the corner along with your suitcase, unpacking your toothbrush, hairbrush, and makeup. you set everything in the bathroom, then go back out into the room and unpack your outfit for tomorrow, setting it on the little desk by the tv.

with that done, you turn off the overhead lights, strip out of your clothes, climb under the sheets, and flick on the bedside lamp, getting comfortable beneath the soft comforter and trying to ignore the hard feeling of the pillows.

then a door opens. and it's not the room door.

it's the adjoining door between yours and billie's rooms. your eyelids flutter open slowly as you prop yourself up on your elbows, squinting.

she's leaning against the door frame, towel slung around her neck, sports bra hugging her chest, collarbones still a little damp from her shower.

"goin' to bed so soon?" she asks, voice smooth, low. teasing.

you pretend not to look at her chest. or the way her shorts hung low on her hips. you fail. miserably. so, you try to brush it off with a reply. "that bus ride was hell. i'm surprised you're not dead asleep right now."

billie grins, stepping into your room. "can't go to bed without a kiss, boss, you know that."

that stupid nickname. she'd started calling you that recently, and ever since, it stuck with her. and you hated how much it actually effected you, how much you loved hearing the way it rolled off her tongue.

"mhmm," you deadpan. "well, tonight, you're going to."

she groans loudly, exaggerating the sound and acting like you just stabbed her right through the heart. billie fake-limps toward the bed, fingers curling at the edge of the mattress and frowning when she sees you roll back onto your side.

"baby," she whispers. "you're, like, a different person when you're tired. it's kinda funny." you roll your eyes at that.

when you kick her from under the sheets, she jumps back. "but alright. whatever you say, boss."

"take your ass to bed, billie," you grumble under the sheets.

and she does, muttering a small "i love you" before she pads back into her own room, not even bothering to lock the door behind her. when she leaves, you think it'll be easier to get to bed. but it's quite the opposite, especially with the loud ac humming in the room and the thoughts of c's and d's filling your grade book when you get back.

the missing assignments you had were already starting to pile up, and you couldn't afford to get kicked off the leadership team this late into the year just because mrs. johnson is on top of everything with her grading technique.

so you slip the covers off your body and walk over to your backpack, grabbing your laptop from inside of it and crawling back into bed. the bright screen so close to your face makes you flinch when you open it, not used to the lighting this late at night.

you go through multiple assignments in the span of 15 minutes, answering test questions like they're preschool topics, along with fixing up the weekly newsletter that always seemed to have a million typos although the writer was your english teacher. you couldn't blame him through, you always saw mr. grayson falling asleep behind his desk while flipping through a powerpoint.

the chill of the ac makes you shiver. and it's nearly midnight when your phone dings, lighting up on the bedside table and catching your attention.

shutting your laptop and setting it on the table where your phone was placed, you grab the small device and unlock it. it's billie.

bils, 11:48pm: it's cold without u

bils, 11:48pm: keep turning over like ur gonna be there

bils, 11:49pm: wanna feel your skin on mine.

your breath hitches, eyes flicking over the words over and over again like if you re-read them you'll maybe see something different. but, nope, it's exactly what you think.

she was always like this. bold. shameless. never scared to send something risky. and this just proves it.

but you don't give her the satisfaction of your real reaction.

you, 11:51pm: you should've stretched harder today, eilish. maybe you'd be faster at getting over yourself.

the message doesn't even read 'delivered,' it just flicks to 'read' as soon as it's sent. you see the typing bubble appear as you laugh, then they disappear.

no reply for a few minutes.

you blink once. twice.

one message, plus an attachment.

you open it. and—god, this girl might be the death of you.

billie. lying in her already messy bed, sheets pulled down low on her body. bare chest on full display, the swell of muscle visible under soft skin. she has one arm bent behind her head, the other resting low on her stomach. your eyes trace over the faint lines of her abs until you realize it—her hard, thick length protruding from between her legs.

the tip is red, swollen and dripping with precum already. it's resting against her lower stomach, veins running up the base and making your stomach twist.

your mouth goes dry.

the text under the photo doesn't help.

bils, 11:57: need u bad. pls come over here.

you let out a small sigh, shaky and desperate as your eyes flick to the door. it's cracked open just a bit, giving you the smallest opening to peek through. but all you can see from your bed is the edge of her mattress.

so you get up, slowly, pushing the covers off and stepping onto the soft hotel carpet. your heart stutters as you reach for the door handle, fingers twitching—but then you hear it, and you swear your heart stops for a moment.

quiet whimpers, shaky gasps, broken moans of curses and—and your name. repeatedly. those words catch your attention before the fast, wet squelching sound does. she's touching herself. couldn't even wait until you got there.

it makes you even wetter than before.

you twist the handle slowly, pushing the door open all the way and freezing in place when you finally see her. billie. at the edge of the bed, one hand wrapped around her length as the other gripped the sheets so tight her knuckles bled white. her skin was shiny with a thin layer of sweat, strands of hair sticking to her neck and forehead as she stroked herself.

her room is darker. warmer. it smells like vanilla lotion and her arousal. you can hear the faint voice of some sports commentator on the tv, but nothing can overpower her desperate moans and the sound of her hand pumping up and down her dick.

when you step in and shut the door behind you, billie finally looks up—eyelids hooded, lips parted and swollen from biting down so hard, cheeks flushed. she moans quieter, hand stopping at the tip of her length.

"knew you'd come," she smirks lazily, voice low. needy.

you swallow hard, hands moving to grip the dresser like you need an anchor.

"you're insane," you breathe. hardly a whisper.

"'nd you're late," she murmurs, eyes dragging hungrily over your body. "missed you." she whines, and your knees almost give out beneath you.

her breathing becomes even less even than before as you slowly stalk over, brows furrowing like the space between your two bodies physically aches. because it does.

she watches as you cross the room. slow. cautious. like you're afraid she'll disappear if you blink.

you stop just a few inches from where she's sat at the edge of the bed. her head tips back to look you in the eyes, seeing the desperation swirling in your irises even in the dark atmosphere of the room.

"please, c'mere," she begs, breathless.

the rapid beating of your heart against your chest is so loud you swear she can hear it. but you step closer anyway.

her hands find your hips immediately, pulling at the hem of your shorts and whining when you place your hands atop of hers, stopping her movements. you watch as her hips buck instinctively when you lean down to press a kiss to her lips—a quick one, leaving her wanting more when you pull back.

a small grin pulls at your lips when you feel her fingers digging into the fabric of your shorts.

"been thinking 'bout you all day," she says quietly, lower lip trembling. "watchin' you—mm, boss everyone 'round, lookin' so pretty in your little leadership shirt... had—god, it drove me crazy."

your breath stutters.

her eyes meet yours again—dark, needy, so full of longing to feel you against her, to feel you around her.

"billie, you can't just—" her lips find yours before you can finish your sentence, kissing you like she's been waiting for this since the moment she stepped on the bus.

and she has.

the second her tongue slips between your lips, you lose any ounce of self control you might've had left. her hands tug harder at your shorts, huffing in frustration against your mouth when you deny her once again.

billie whimpers against your lips, eyes fluttering open. "i'll be so good for you tonight."

and how could you not believe her? you always do.

still, you remove her hands from your hips and nod over toward the headboard. billie gets the message quickly, scooting back onto the mattress until her back hits the board. you rid yourself of your shorts, hearing billie's breath hitch at the sight of your curves in the shadows.

you crawl onto the comforter, eyes flicking to the way her cock stands proudly between her leg—9 inches. that's what she'd always brag about over calls when she was away for meets, games, tournaments. just whenever she was away from you for more than a day.

you'd only ever seen her once. just taking her into your mouth was a struggle by itself—you have no idea how big she'd feel inside of you.

billie shivers when you straddle her lap, hovering over her just close enough that it drives her crazy. lips close enough to hers that she'd feel your breath fanning across her skin, to watch the way her eyes search yours like she's trying to figure out if you're actually real.

"prove it to me," you whisper.

and billie wastes no time.

not rushed, definitely not slow—but intentional. she straightens up, hand sliding down your side until it rested on your hip, tugging you gently to fully sit down on her lap. her lips brush your collarbones, free hand pulling the strap of your tank top to the side so that she'd have more access to your smooth, soft skin.

her mouth is warm. lips pressing the most gentle, caring kisses along your neck, jaw, and cheek, until she reaches your lips and she really can't continue with the softness.

you kiss her back with the same amount of fervor, hands reaching around to tangle in her hair, nails digging into her scalp and massaging softly—so soft it elicits the smallest whine from billie.

the tips of her fingers tease the edge of your top, sneaking under the hem, not quite waiting for confirmation but not exactly rushing it either.

"couldn't wait 'til after your meet tomorrow, could you?" you tease against her lips, pulling away just to see her.

she shakes her head quickly.

you pause. "use your words, track star."

billie's cheeks flush in embarrassment at the name. "y'looked too good to wait. needed my hands on you now."

her hands slide around, moving to your back slow and reverent, pulling your shirt over your head. you shiver when the cold air hits your skin, but her hands are warm and grounding and right there, soothing the chill and teasing the clasp of your bra.

your lips curl into a smirk when she doesn't undo it, pulling away just enough to take her in, your eyes dark and teasing.

"gonna do something or are you just gonna stare?"

billie huffs, pouting and working her fingers quickly on the clasp, undoing it and watching as you slide the straps off your shoulders, throwing it to the floor without a care in the world.

"you're so pretty," she mumbles, leaning close and pressing sloppy kisses down your sternum. "so perfect."

you tilt your head back, eyes fluttering closed as you bask in the feeling of billie's plump lips wrapping around your nipple, tongue flicking along the bud until she feels it harden beneath the stimulation. she moves on, her hand coming up to palm your breast as she wraps her lips around your other nipple, earning a pleased moan from between your lips.

her hand grabs your thigh so tight you're sure it'll bruise in the shape of her palm, dragging you down closer on her lap where she's already so hard it makes your head spin.

you grind into her mindlessly, hips moving on instinct. she lets out this soft, broken sound against your skin that makes your entire body throb, arousal pooling into your panties and forming an obvious wet spot. her hips buck up, eyebrows furrowing in painful pleasure.

"please. please, baby," she begs, letting your nipple go and resting her forehead on your chest. "want—fuck, i need to be inside you so... so bad."

"show me," you say, just as needy. "be good like you promised."

her eyes flutter shut at your tone, her trembling lip caught between her teeth. her hands slide back down to your hips, lifting you without struggle, bucking her hips up against the thin fabric separating your arousal from hers.

she breathes heavy into your neck, whining and whimpering as she rocks her hips against the warm fabric, feeling your sticky slick even through your panties. "take 'em off—"

"s'no time," she cuts you off with a moan, a few octaves higher than before. "can't—baby, i can't w—wait anymore."

"then don't."

billie shivers when it reaches her ears, one of her hands coming down between your legs to push your panties aside. you hover over her, lips parted slightly as you slowly lower yourself down onto her cock. you choke on a moan before you're even past the tip, feeling just how big she really is.

what she feels somehow seems more enhanced—especially with the way she's shaking and gasping and digging her nails into your skin. she can't take her eyes off the way your pussy swallows her so well, taking inch by inch with hardly any pauses.

your fingers pull at her hair harsher than before, unable to contain yourself once she finally bottoms out.

"fuck, fuck, fuuckk—so... you're so tight, ma," she whimpers, stumbling over her words, cock throbbing. "feels... s'good."

a moan of her name rips through your throat when she bucks her hips up without control, both of your eyes squeezing shut at how good it felt. she grabs your hips tight, thrusting up in sloppy, deep motions that make the whole hotel room fade away until it's just you, billie, and the heat blooming in your stomach.

every time she brings you down, she whispers something.

"so tight."

"missed you."

"wanted this so bad."

"wanna make you cum," she whines, head falling back against the headboard when she feels you clench around her throbbing length.

your jaw falls agape when billie's hand sneaks between your thighs and starts to rub tight, controlled circles on your puffy clit, urging your hips to move forward against the extra stimulation.

when your bounces start to get slower, billie whimpers and quickly—but gently—flips you over, your back on the mattress and her body hovering over you. her hips never stop moving, thrusting faster and deeper and maintaining a steady pace.

"bein' so good f'me," you praise between moans, nails dragging down billie's back and leaving a trail of marks. "fuck, don't stop, bil."

she whimpers directly into your ear, her rapid breath fanning across your neck and sending goosebumps all along your body. your legs wrap around her waist, pulling her closer and causing her dick to slide deeper into your cunt, her tip kissing your cervix perfectly.

billie gasps loudly, brows furrowed and face red—you kiss her without wasting another second, not wanting her coach or one of her teammates to come knocking on your door telling you to be quiet. the teasing would be terrible for the next few months.

"gotta be quiet," you mutter against her swollen lips, "can you do that f'me, pretty girl?" you ask, voice broken.

she nods eagerly, lips finding yours again to shut herself up—she doesn't trust herself not to make more sounds with the way you're squeezing her so tight, the warm feeling in her belly nearly overwhelming.

you cum without warning, moan muffled against billie's lips, legs wrapped tightly around her waist as she fucks you through it, her hand between your bodies and rubbing your clit to help you ride your high through every last aftershock.

the feeling of your walls fluttering around her length had her head spinning, mouth running dry, the knot in her stomach about to snap. she just needed to warn you before—

"baby—oh fuck—baby, m'gonna cum," billie whines, hips stuttering, "can't—oh my god, i can't—"

you can't even process how billie pulls out just as she lets herself go, sticky, white ropes of her arousal pooling onto your skin and the ruined fabric of your panties. her breath comes out in fast, sharp gasps as she comes down, fingers wrapped around her length and pumping quickly to prolong her orgasm.

her hips still buck subconsciously even when she pulls her hand away, cock going soft.

the both of you just sit there for a few minutes, staring at the mess that billie made, breathing heavy in the warm space of the hotel room that you're realizing is really quiet now that you two aren't lost in the pleasure.

you see billie finally snap back into reality the second she hears your quiet giggles, eyes flicking up to yours. her cheeks flush under your gaze, hands moving to find the comforter and hide herself under it. she's so shy now that she isn't so needy. it's adorable.

"m'gonna go get a towel," billie murmurs quietly, fingers brushing along your thigh as she scoots off the bed and pulls on her discarded pajama shorts from before you came over.

she comes back from the bathroom after a few minutes, a damp towel in one hand. she parts your legs with her other hand, dragging the warm cloth along your skin to clean up her arousal. you shiver beneath the ticklish feeling, earning a small smirk from the girl between your legs.

"sorry," billie looks down again, clearing her throat. "...think i pulled out too late." she murmurs, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

a soft grin pulls at the corners of your lips at her words, your hands coming down to grab at her forearms. billie gets the memo, tossing the towel aside and crawling over your body. she can't even look you in the eyes she's so shy, so ruined.

"wasn't your fault," you say, trying not to giggle. "you looked so pretty trying not to fall apart. seeing that was an apology in itself, so don't feel bad, bil."

that's when she finally gathers enough courage to look at you, the fog in her head slowly starting to clear out and get replaced with her usual smug personality.

she pulls the covers over your body, fingers finding your hips and pulling you close to her under the fabric, lips finding your shoulder, your neck, your jaw—anywhere she could manage to reach, she pressed a kiss there, each one sweeter than the last.

"...still got that goodnight kiss," billie murmurs quietly, smug, a grin forming on her lips like she's proud of herself. "you said i'd have to live without out, but here i am."

"kissing you anywhere i want," she brags softly, laughing against your skin as she does exactly that.

you roll your eyes, "yeah, well those goodnight kisses better be worth whatever shit we'll have to face tomorrow."

she goes silent immediately, pulling away from your body only to stare you dead in the eyes like you just confessed your undying hatred toward her. you laugh at the way her cheeks flush 10x redder than before. but then she shrugs, leans forward, and presses her face into your neck again.

"worth it."

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[chrissv4mp]

hi baby! how are u? love u so so so much

hey, sweetheart!!! i've been doing really great recently :)

i love you so so so much more 🤍.

[chrissv4mp]

ami literally every time i read anything you write, i know my day is gonna be 10x better

this is exactly how i feel each time i read one of your fics!!! zara i love you so so so much don't even :( 🤍

[chrissv4mp]

amiiii your writing never fails to put a smile on my face

anonnn!!! gosh, i love you more than words can express :((

[chrissv4mp]

soso cute omg

౨ৎ can’t be friends; b. eilish. . .

౨ৎ school bully!billie x fem!reader ౨ৎ fluff ` ⋆˙⟡ she fought for you

your gaze's fixed on the working oven, intently staring at the chocolate chip cookies you've suddenly decided to bake. the tv is quietly humming in the background, occasionally causing you to become distracted and watch the events happening on the other side of the screen without much interest. at some point you were so deep in thought that you didn't hear the doorbell ringing repeatedly, then turned in a dull thud, as if someone really wanted to see you.

you jump up, quickly walking to the door and opening it, just to see billie standing in front of you. her nose is broken, cheekbone is bruised, knuckles are covered in blood, running down her joints and eventually onto the floor of your porch. "oh god, what happened?"

taking her hand gently, you pull her into the house, slamming the wooden door shut with your foot. billie follows you silently, like a lost puppy, as you sit her down on the couch, running to the other side of the room to get the first aid kit. she just continues to stare at you, not saying a word.

"billie. what happened?" you look at her with genuine concern, your fingertips lifting her chin so your eyes meet, but she looks away, shied.

"asshole got what he deserved," she says quietly, and for the first few seconds you don't understand what she means until the realization hits you.

a few days ago, you turned down a popular guy when he publicly asked you out. the rejection earned you a painful slap, the mark still slightly etched on your cheek. you didn't know billie knew about it.

"don't tell me you fought with evan" you look at her sternly, though your whole body betrays the softness sitting in your heart.

billie looks at you from under her lashes, blue eyes devouring your heart over and over with each passing moment.

"he hit you" she thinks before continuing. "no one dares touch you"

you try to hide the blush on your cheeks, but the attempt fails, and you silently sit on her lap, bringing the cotton ball with peroxide to her cheekbone, gently blotting away the congealed blood. she winces slightly, but makes no sound. "you're doing great" you smile, and she can't help but drop her hands to your hips, pulling your body closer to hers. you suppress a sigh.

"why didn't you tell me he did it? you could’ve called, i swear i'd have killed him on the spot" her voice is annoyed, not because of you, but because some idiot dared to touch what's in her head that belongs to her.

"because i knew you'd do something like that" finishing with her face, you move to her hands, frowning when you notice how badly her knuckles are bruised. "you don't have to fight anyone over me"

she snorts, rolling her eyes dramatically. "first of all, i'll decide for myself what i should do" she says these words like she doesn't mean it. because you both know she'll say 'yes ma'am' as soon as you look at her with that look. "secondly, we didn't fight, i kicked his ass"

you giggle, knowing she's embellishing, but you decide to pretend you believe she's your prince charming.

the next few minutes are spent in silence, not including your quiet, synchronized breaths burning each other's faces. billie breaks the silence.

"can't you see how much i like you?" the question catches you off guard, causing you to look up again, meeting her eyes, moving down to her perfect, plump lips. "i've been trying my hardest to get your attention for the last few months! i skip my games for you, i pick stupid wildflowers for you, i do—"

you cut off her monologue, pressing your lips to hers in a soft, sensual kiss, and billie hesitates for a second, before wrapping her arms tightly around your waist, deepening the kiss, sliding her tongue into your mouth, exploring it with special passion. the only problem was the oxygen, which ran out quickly, forcing you to pull away from each other, foreheads now gently pressing together.

"i know you like me," you whisper, playing with the hairs on the back of her neck as she moves down to your jaw, leaving soft nips and gentle kisses. "being with you gonna ruin my reputation."

she pulls away with special enthusiasm, looking into your eyes, and you can see a tail wagging behind her.

"did you just say you'd be my girlfriend?"

"yes"

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[chrissv4mp]

this just fixed everything 🥳

ᥫ᭡ late night feelings

contents: bsf!bilie eilish x fem!reader. smau. friends to lovers. friendly banter. two idiots in love. fluff.

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[chrissv4mp]

guys are we fw a few more sub!billie fics or nah 💔

[chrissv4mp]

day is RUINED 💔

₊⊹ i wait for you.

contents: billie eilish x fem!reader. angst with little to no fluff. established relationship. internalized homophobia if you squint.

“do you think we’ll ever get married?” 

“i don’t…i don’t know.”

billie’s fingers grow stagnant on your scalp, and you can hear the covers crinkle as she turns her head to look at you. her lips curl into a frown, her eyes clearly glossing over, and her body unlinks with yours as she tilts her chin at you, “…what?”

it’s a soft, simple word, but it holds more meaning than she’s letting on. you don’t turn to look at her, in fact— your eyes bore into the ceiling before you, tears welling as your eyelids flutter closed. 

“yeah,” you breathe unsteadily, “i’m not so sure.”

“but why not?” billie murmurs, and you know she’s starting to grow more anxious by the way her digits tremble against your skin, pulling out of your hair and resting against your bare thigh underneath the comforter, “what makes you unsure? is it me?”

you’re reluctant to answer. you loved billie, you did— it was honestly hard not to. but things were…different. she wasn’t the first person you had even been with, but she was unique, because she was the first girl you had been with. 

it took a lot to try to fulfill a promise you knew that you couldn’t keep. everything felt right with her inside, but outside, a lot of judgement came to pass. you cried at night thinking about what your family would think, ignorant comments that your mother and father would make about homosexuality beating in your conscience, flooding it with worry and so, so much doubt. 

it felt wrong to put billie in jeopardy like that. you didn’t want her to feel belittled when your family members threw negative words at you or her, or being ridiculed by church folk every time you attended with your hands intertwined. 

you told her this, but all she said was, “i don’t understand.”

and you knew she wouldn’t. it wasn’t her fault that something in the relationship was off for you. it wasn’t her fault that you didn’t have a solid support system, or that you were flooded with so much shame and uncertainty when you’d kiss in public and see people whispering at the two of you, or women in your small group constantly asking when you were going to meet a nice church-boy and settle down. 

“i don’t want to hurt you,” you spoke cautiously, careful not to envoke any strong emotion from billie just yet. you weren’t breaking up with her, but you needed to be real. it felt disrespectful to waste her time and put her through prolonged heartache without a heads up. “but i’m not sure i have the courage to do what you can do.”

“and what is that?”

you took a deep breath. “i don’t know if i will ever get to a point where i’m not filled with shame about being attracted to women,” it’s an honest statement, but it’s raw. you don’t hear billie’s response, but you feel her chin divot into the crook of your neck, her eyes still glued on you, and yours to the ceiling. 

there’s an uncomfortable pause. and the silence between you thickens, growing heavy in the way only honesty can make it. billie doesn’t say anything at first, and you wonder if she’s trying to find the right words or if there just aren’t any for her to say. 

her breath is warm on your shoulder, and her hand hasn’t moved from your thigh, but it’s much different now. 

“do you regret it?” she finally asks you, her voice splitting into a crack, and your eyes find themselves shutting even tighter, hoping and praying that you didn’t make her cry. you blink up at the ceiling, “no. i could never.”

and you do mean it. loving billie has been one of the most powerful things you’ve ever done. she changed something in you, made you feel seen and wanted and worthy. she pulled you out of yourself in ways you didn’t know were possible, which you appreciated, of course— but that didn’t make it easy.

“i think,” you say slowly, “i think i thought if i loved you enough, it would cancel out the fear. like, if i just poured everything into you, eventually the shame would run out.”

billie nods against your neck, just barely. “b-but…but it didn’t?”

you shake your head, and this time the tears come freely, “no. it didn’t.”

the room feels colder now, like the truth has pulled the covers back just enough to let the air in. every trace i’d love and comfort and admiration got sucked up and the warmth followed. you know she’s crying, too. not loud, but you feel the tremble in her breath, the soft wetness where her face presses into your skin.

“i don’t blame you,” she says, “it would be hard to take this out on you. i just… i wish it was different.”

“yeah. me too.”

she pulls back then, just enough to look at you. her eyes are red, lashes wet, and her lips tremble when she asks, “so what happens now?”

you close your eyes for a long moment before answering. it’s too much, and you almost back down and claim that you need more time to think. but truth is, you don’t— you’re just too afraid to say everything out loud. 

“i don’t know. i think i need time. not from you,” you add quickly, but gently, “just… from everything. from trying to be okay in a world that’s not okay with us. it’s really hard on me, bils. and i need to figure out if i can carry that weight without forcing you carry it all by yourself.”

her gaze doesn’t waver, and her response is quick, “but see, i would carry it. for you. with you.”

“i know. that’s the thing. you would. and that makes me love you more.”

she gives a soft, broken laugh, but it’s short-lived, “you’re killing me, love.” 

“i know.”

a beat of silence.

“i don’t want to say goodbye,” she whispers, “i can’t. i love you.” 

you reach out and touch her face, somberly, brushing a tear from her cheek with your thumb. “then don’t say goodbye. just… say ‘see you later.’ we don’t have to close the book yet. just… mark the page. and we’ll come back to it. i promise.” 

billie leans into your touch when she hears your words, “so that’s it? we just… pause?”

you nod slowly at her, “that’s right. we just pause.”

it doesn’t feel like enough. it doesn’t feel like what either of you deserve. but it’s all that you have, and it’s the best that you can do. a complicated love in a complicated world, and two hearts that want to be brave but are still learning how— nothing can come easy from that. but she’s worth ever bit of it. 

you stay like that for a while. her arms around you, the soft hum of the city outside your window, the ache in both your chests loud in the quiet.

when she leaves, she kisses your forehead like a goodbye she doesn’t want to say. and when the door clicks shut behind her, you finally cry like you’ve been holding it in for years.

you loved her. but right now, love isn’t enough. 

and you honestly weren’t sure if it ever would be. 

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