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Pretty When You Cry

Tamber oneshot

CW: Smut

Note: I first posted this on Wattpad and AO3, this is my first time posting on tumblr, so if the layout is shit don’t come for me too bad 🤞

It wasn't a secret that Amber Freeman had an affinity for inducing the suffering of another person. Most of the time, it was an emotional kind of suffering, sometimes it was the physical kind. On rare occasions, it was both. Tonight was one of those occasions. Tara can see it on her girlfriend's face the minute she walks through her front door. With her mother away on a business trip, she'd had her home all to herself for the past few days, and would continue to reside in it alone until the following week.

Amber thinks Tara doesn't pick up on the specific, targeted vibe she puts out when she's about to do something rash, but the brunette does. She can hear it in her voice, the slightest, nearly unrecognizable change in her tone, making her voice differ from the last time they'd spoken. She can see it in her body language, every inch of her seemingly twitching with anticipation. Tara noticed the things most wouldn't pick up on, simply because of how well she knew Amber. Every breath the taller girl took was that of familiarity to Tara, as was every sound, every movement she made. She'd cracked Amber Freeman wide open like a book, reading her well. She'd had to, to know when to look out for warning signs like the ones Amber currently displayed.

The night had started off slow, both girls lounging in the living room, enjoying each-other's company. Though, there's a certain tension in the air. Tara can feel it, radiating off of Amber. She's been doing her best to ignore it, sticking to her own little corner of the couch, eyes trained on the television. She's very aware of Amber, though she feigns disinterest. Maybe, if Tara doesn't feed into the girl's tactics, the night could remain slow.

Suddenly, she can feel the couch cushions next to her dip, Amber undoubtedly moving closer to her. Tara lets out a gentle huff as Amber's arm snakes it's way around her shoulders, the girl's head coming to rest on her shoulder. It's a sweet motion, or at least it would've been, if Tara hadn't picked up on the underlying intentions beforehand. A brief moment later, as predicted, Amber picked her head back up, now moving to press her lips against Tara's throat delicately, almost as if testing the waters. "Amber." She warns gently, heart fluttering inside her chest.

"What?" The girl responds, a false innocence intermingled with amusement composing her tone. The vibrations of her voice thrum against Tara's neck deliciously, making her breathe hitch briefly. Amber is enjoying the way her girlfriend is trying to keep her head on straight, seeing it as her own personal challenge. Though, at the same time, she's struggling to keep herself in check. She wants to take her sweet time with Tara, wants to watch her struggle to keep her composure. She's positively dying to watch the brunette fall apart in her hands, though, and the anticipation alone is almost enough to make her snap right then and there. Almost.

"The blinds are open." Tara's words are nearly breathless, and she can tell it's something Amber picks up on, feeling the soft lips peppering her skin with kisses curl into a sadistic grin. Despite how her head is beginning to cloud with lust, she's remained collected this entire time. She didn't know how much longer she'd be able to last, though, feeling herself turning to putty in Amber's hands. Finally, she breaks away from the ravenette, hand gently nudging her away, creating just enough space between them for Tara's head to turn, eyes boring into the other's. Her expression was that of desperation, cheeks pink and warm, pupils blown out in response to the surge of dopamine rushing through her.

Amber became quickly disgruntled as she was pushed away, though when her gaze locked onto her girlfriend's pathetic, desperate face, the feeling fizzled away in an instant. It was replaced by something stronger, a reminder of how malleable Tara was when it came to Amber, her need to be pleased outweighing her need to place herself higher than everyone else. Everyone had a weak spot, this was Tara's. "Let's go upstairs, then." She was quick to point out the obvious solution, her words rather snarky. The same grin she'd given before had returned, though this time it was paired with hungry eyes. Amber was the first to move, briskly standing from the couch, reaching down to grasp Tara's hands, pulling her onto her feet. Her physical brawn was often underestimated, though she was much stronger than most assumed.

"Fuck, don't- rip my arms off!" Tara spat, brows furrowing. Amber's impatience wasn't one of her best qualities, and the brunette was often irritated by it. The taller girl didn't seem to be fazed whatsoever by her outburst, but, apparently, she had been. Amber's hands dropped her own, moving swiftly to grasp ahold of her hips instead, drawing Tara closer, until the two of them were pressed together. Immediately, Tara went quiet again, swallowing thickly in an attempt to rid herself of the sudden lump in her throat.

"Don't be so dramatic." Amber hissed, squeezing Tara's hips impossibly tighter, eyeing the girl's expressions as she bit back a wince. Most would become frustrated with the troublesome behavior Tara was displaying, but not Amber. She basked in it, instead. She loved reducing her girlfriend from her high-and-mighty self, all the way down to a pleading, trembling mess. And, the best part, was that she knew Tara enjoyed it too. Although it went unspoken after their rendezvous, the brunette had let enough slip past her lips during the fact.

It'd taken a lot out of Amber to stand there, with Tara in her clutches, and not take her right then and there. She didn't care about the open curtains. She would've fucked her by now, right on the couch, though she knew the windows would've psyched the brunette out too much. So, instead, she found herself leading the smaller girl up the stairs into the familiar space that was Tara's bedroom. Upon reaching the room, and closing the door, Amber turned to face Tara once again, pulling her in the same way she'd done moments ago in the living room. Though, this time, she made quick work interlocking their lips, hands slipping behind Tara to squeeze her ass, earning a moan that would've gone undetected, had it not been pouring into her own mouth.

The room was completely silent, save for the two of them, holding onto one-another seemingly for dear life, sucking in sharp, rushed breaths of air every so often. The two girls seemed to be deprived of one-another, taking in as much of each-other as they could in that moment. Though, it wasn't long before Amber pulled away, growing impatient once more. Her hands slid back up Tara's body, from her ass, to her hips, to her abdomen, nimble fingers slipping beneath the fabric of the brunette's shirt. The way Tara's stomach involuntarily twitched as she grazed her fingertips across the delicate skin was delightful to Amber, who, no matter how many times she'd done it, loved to see the way Tara's body reacted to her touches. She loved to hear it, too.

Sometimes, Tara would get prideful, or shy, and she'd hold back all the beautiful noises Amber sought after. It never lasted long, though. Amber always got everything out of her one way or another. As the two kissed, Amber was slowly guiding the both of them blindly towards where she assumed Tara's bed was, using the instinct she'd built based on the many times she'd been guided to it. Still, her eyes flick open briefly to make sure Tara was in front of it, just to be safe. Amber's hands were quick to slide back out from her girlfriend's shirt, though it was only to lift it off her shoulders.

Tara's arms lifted to aid Amber in her efforts to remove her shirt, lips parting from the girl's briefly to allow the fabric to come between them, before it was littered elsewhere on the floor. Suddenly, Amber's palms were pressed against the front of her shoulders, swiftly shoving her back. Tara's mattress caught her falling body, leaving her splayed on it beneath Amber, staring up at her with a lascivious, wide-eyed expression.

Amber spent a moment taking Tara in, eyes raking across her nearly fully bare chest, hands itching to drag across her warm, delicate skin. Her lips were slightly parted, breathing heavy and uneven as her trance-like stare ceased to falter, the lump in her throat rendering her speechless. She couldn't wait to ruin her. Her eyes flicked from Tara's body, to the girl's doe-like ones, darkening as she was snapped from her thoughts. She moved to seat herself on the bed next to the brunette, reaching over to take hold of her sides, pulling her up from where she laid, and bringing her atop her lap swiftly.

The action made Tara suck in a gasp, cheeks tinging impossibly redder as she locked eyes with Amber once again, this time staring down at her, instead of up. The girl swallowed thickly as Amber shamelessly reached behind her, unclasping her bra in one smooth motion, slender fingers sliding delicately under the straps, sliding them down her arms to expose her chest. Tara's ears caught the familiar, sharp exhale that pushed past Amber's lips the minute she'd managed to slide the bra fully off of her body, hand lazily tossing it aside.

As Amber took in Tara's appearance, her heart seemed to stumble in her chest, beating so hard, and so fast, she was sure it was seconds away from jumping out of her body. Her hands came up to squeeze her girlfriend's breasts gently, ears listening closely for any possible reactions. Her entire body seemed to be on fire, the flames of desire swallowing her whole. She couldn't say much for Tara's mother, but thank god for her trip. With the stress of avoiding parents relieved from their shoulders, an opportunity to truly focus on one another presented itself.

Tara gave a small, nearly inaudible puff of breath, goosebumps spreading across her skin as a shiver ran down her spine. The cool air on her back, and Amber's scorching hands on her chest contrasted perfectly with one another, electrifying her skin in a way nothing else ever could. Her eyelids flutter shut as the sensation of Amber's hands strays from her breasts, trailing further down her body to hold her waist. The ravenette's head dipped forwards, warm lips latching onto Tara's jaw. Simultaneously, the girl's hand pushed her slightly to the right, until Tara was straddling her thigh, instead of just resting on her lap.

Amber's lips kissed along Tara's jawline, teeth nipping at the delectable, delicate skin here and there. As she pampered the brunette with sweet kisses, her hands moved to grip her hips, moving them in a careful, rocking motion, being sure to keep Tara pressed firm against her thigh all the while. She loved knowing that high-and-mighty Tara Carpenter was riding her thigh, and from the looks of it, getting off on it. It thrilled her.

The fabric of Tara's sweatpants was thin, and feeble, doing little to keep the friction Amber was causing at bay. Her back straightened at the sudden, pleasurable sensation, a stuttering, dainty moan crawling from her throat in response to it. She felt Amber's hands tighten their grip on her the minute the sound left her lips, and Tara couldn't help the prideful feeling that came along with the squeeze. Amber was an extremely reactive person, especially when it came to things like this. She loved to push Tara to her limits, and Tara loved to be pushed. She huffed gently as Amber's focus shifted from her throat to her earlobe, teeth biting and tugging at it.

Amber felt as though she'd combust as she continued to grind Tara against her thigh, pulling away from her to gaze up at her instead. The brunette looked so perfect like this, she couldn't get enough. Listening to her whimpers, she could feel herself getting worked up. Though, she didn't plan on removing her clothes tonight. Tonight was all about Tara. She may not know that yet, but she'd figure it out sooner or later. One of her hands left Tara's hip, to come up and clasp her throat instead, her thumb and middle finger pushing against her skin, where the girl's carotid arteries were. The pressure wasn't enough to cut off her airway completely, or hurt her in any way, but it was enough to starve her brain of the perfect amount of oxygen, inducing a lucid, yet semi-hallucinogenic state. "Keep going." Amber nearly growled out, basking in the moan Tara released in response to being choked.

Hearing Amber's words, and feeling her hand squeezing her neck just right, any and all thoughts of disobeying the order she'd just received faded from her brain, and her hips began to rock on their own, eyelids fluttering shut as the pleasure began to build, taking her higher, and higher as the minutes passed. She could feel the band in her stomach tightening, the desperate need for it to snap haunting her. Her motions sped up, body desperate for a greater friction. The minute she picked up the pace, Amber's hand released itself from her throat. The sudden replenishment of oxygen to her brain gave her a sort of high, granting her with the extra pleasure she craved. She sucked in a breath, right on the edge of an orgasm. In that moment, as if she'd sensed it, Amber lifted Tara from her thigh, moving her to lay on her back next to where she was seated, head on her pillows.

Amber was quick to shift her own position, now hovering atop the smaller girl with a wicked, sadistic grin. "You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?" She drawled out in a near whisper, basking in the look Tara had on her face. It was a pissed, frustrated one. She took quick note of the way her girlfriend's lips parted, as if she was about to speak. She'd undoubtedly say something sour, as her precious climax was just stolen from her. "Don't even. You know what I want." Amber beat her to it, head tilting to the side as Tara's jaw flexed. She was clenching it.

"I'm not doing it." Tara spoke, voice faltering ever so slightly.

"Maybe not right now, but you will. You always do." Amber didn't give her the time of day to respond, lips attaching to her collarbone. She suckled lightly on the skin, teeth grazing it lightly to leave behind a mark. She began to trail her lips down Tara's body, moving at an agonizingly slow pace, being sure to leave pink and purple love-bites as she went. When she finally made it to the waistband of her sweatpants, her fingers curled beneath the fabric, tugging on it. She was grateful for the way Tara aided her, lifting her hips and allowing the sweatpants to slide off smoothly, along with her panties. Her palms slid back up the insides of Tara's thighs once the garments were discarded, pushing them further apart from one another. She wasted no further time, head dipping forwards. She licked a stripe between the brunette's folds, to her clit. Her lips wrapped around the delicate bundle of nerves, suckling on it gently.

Tara's body tensed briefly when Amber's head finally slotted between her thighs, a breathless moan exuding from her. Amber groaned at that, and not only did Tara hear it, she felt it. The vibrations of the girl's voice made her head spin, back arching in the slightest. With every suckle, the pleasure she was experiencing grew, traveling throughout her body in the best ways possible. She sucked in a heavy gasp when she felt two long, slender fingers slip into her, hips lifting instinctively against Amber's face. Her head tipped back, lips parted as she panted, brows knitted together as she allowed herself to submit to the overwhelming, climbing satisfaction.

There was no place Amber would rather be, besides here. With her lips wrapped around her girlfriend's clit, middle and ring fingers buried deep inside her, palm facing up, digits moving in a 'come hither' motion, searching for the raised, textured spot she knew would have Tara clawing the sheets. It didn't take her long to locate it, the pads of her fingers pressing against it, taking the time to massage it. Her ears caught the sound of a sharp, stuttering moan, followed by the sound of struggled whimpering. Tara was holding out on her. Amber hated when she did that. She gave a frustrated groan against the girl's clit, grazing her bottom teeth against it harshly. Tara jolted at that, a sharp cry crawling from the back of her throat. That was what Amber had been dying to hear.

When Tara cried out, a few tears sprung from her eyes, the sudden, painful feeling being nearly overwhelming. Though, she didn't have the chance to comment on it, or scold Amber for the move she'd just pulled, as the girl slotted between her thighs detached her lips from her clit, replacing her mouth with the pad of her thumb, which began to massage smooth circles against the sensitive nub, making Tara's body shudder. Her dazed eyes locked onto Amber's hungry, dark ones, and the brunette began to shrink further under the intimidating gaze. By now, she'd lost all control of herself, drunk on the beautiful sensations wracking her body.

"I want to hear you." Amber hissed out, thumb speeding up ever so slightly in its circular motions, fingers matching its pace. "Stop holding out on me, Tara, or I'll hold out on you." The threat carried weight, a sour undertone lacing her voice. She noticed the few tears running down Tara's cheeks, glossing her big brown eyes perfectly. She looked so beautifully pathetic unraveling under the ravenette's hands. A sight to see, Tara was. Though this was for her own eyes only, nobody else could ever rest their gaze upon her in such a way as this. If they tried, she'd kill them. The feeling of Tara's walls clamping around her fingers, and the sound of the hitch in her stunning moans and cries were telltale signs of her approaching climax. "Look at me. Look at me." She growled out when Tara's eyes began to lull back, successfully catching her attention once more. "Give me what I want, or I'll stop. I want to hear you beg for it."

Tara was too far gone to disobey, her brain's focus centered solely on the release she craved. It was almost primal, an instinct every human being had. Everyone needed to be pleased, she was no different. Her thighs trembled, breath catching in her throat. "Fuck- please! Please, please!-" She could hardly choke the words out, before her head tossed itself back into her pillows, back arching as her entire body seized, tensing as the tight band coiled in the pit of her stomach neared it's snapping point. Her hands curled into fists, stomach caving as she sucked in a heavy breath, her lungs refusing to release it.

"Stop holding your fucking breath!" Amber snapped quickly. Apparently, the reminder to breathe was all Tara needed.

When the brunette exhaled, it escaped her as a heavy, blissful moan, the waves of her orgasm slamming her petite body like a Mack Truck. A string of incoherent words sputtered past her lips in the midst of her desperate cries, a few more tears pricking from her ducts, sliding down her heated cheeks and onto the pillows beneath her. Amber's skilled, nimble fingers kept working her over, until Tara couldn't take it any longer, reaching to shove the girl's hands away as she very quickly became overstimulated.

Amber gave a grin as Tara batted her hands away, detaching them from the girl's body graciously. She'd have loved to keep going, and watch Tara's already trembling body take on another orgasm, or three, but she'd save those plans for another time. She'd been enough of an asshole for one night. Hurriedly, Amber wiped Tara's slick from her fingers, tilting her head as she observed the girl beneath her, who was trembling like a leaf. Her cheeks and lips were pink, and puffy, eyes watery and glossy. Her thumbs came up to brush the tears away from her girlfriend's cheeks, the gesture a loving one. "You look so pretty when you cry, baby." Amber practically purred, leaning down to plant one last, affectionate kiss against Tara's lips, before falling into bed next to the brunette, pulling her shaking body flush against her own, arm curling around the girl's waist to hold her.