domeilish

[domeilish]

Hiii so I thought of something that could maybe be good and thought I’d send a request for it. I was thinking something about what happens after the chicken shop date and how Amelia goes on her other date after and Billie is super jealous but the date sucks so she ends up texting Billie the whole time and Billie is still mad but Amelia begs her for another chance and talks her into meeting up after because she realizes she should have just stuck with Billie instead of going on another date and then they hook up. You could make it the reader instead of Amelia if you want I just love the storyline and how flirty and hot Billie was in that interview. For the sex I’d like dom Billie/strap/choking/orgasm denial/squirting if possible but just do your thing hahaha thank youuuh😘

𝜗𝜚 SHE CAN'T COMPARE

WARNINGS: SMUT, sorta angst(?), strap-on sex, choking, orgasm denial, degradation, squirting, dom/sub dynamics, meandom!billie, brattysub!reader.

NOTES: okay woah guys i actually finished this quite fast..

WORDS: 6.2k

SUMMARY: During your "date" with Billie, you accidently let it slip that you have another date after this. However, you can't get the argument out of your head, leading you right back to Billie.

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BILLIE EILISH × F!READER

"I'm actually going on a date after this." You blurt with a smile on your face as you take a sip of your drink. When you see Billie's face drop, you almost choke on the liquid, "Sorry."

Billie just crosses her arms over her chest, leaning back in her chair as she stares at you with those intimidating eyes of hers, "What the hell?" She chuckles, glancing at the camera. She didn't look irritated, but you knew damn well that she was.

With all the playful flirting behind the scenes and the soft, quick touches, it wasn't hard to miss that she had at least some interest in you. And it wasn't weird because you've been friends for quite some time before you finally had the courage to ask her to be on the show.

For a few moments, all that consumed the room was silence. Tense silence, to be exact. Billie's gaze spoke to you like nobody's ever did, and somehow, you knew exactly how she was feeling. You bite your lip nervously, eyes moving away from hers as it becomes too much.

"That—it—I didn't mean to say that." You stutter awkwardly, a coy smile on your face for the camera. The whole crew was still here, and you really hoped they didn't notice what was going on between the two of you, "Just a thought I didn't mean to blurt out."

Billie nods her head, "Well, you sure did." She scoffs, sounding more as a laugh to distract the camera crew and the people who would see this when it came out. She tilted her head as you took another sip of your drink to wash away the dryness of your throat.

"Right—shit—Sorry?" You mutter in an apologetic tone, leaning back in your chair to make a little more distance between your bodies. The table didn't even seem to create distance at this point. Her eyes were trained on yours, but yours were nervously tracing the pattern on the tablecloth.

Billie rolls her eyes playfully at your response, fixing her posture and sitting up straight, "So—You're goin' on an actual date after this?" She asks, both literally and just for the cameras. More literally, but nobody has to know.

"No—Billie, it's—This is a real date." You smile, trying to lighten the mood as you giggle softly at her jealousy. She was intimidating, but God, was she childish when she got like this, "I meant like a friend... date. With my girlfriends." You mutter, watching as an amused smile comes to Billie's face.

"Oh, so now you have girlfriends?" She scoffs, tone playful, shaking her head softly as she licks her lips. She adjusts her hat, muttering something too quiet for the microphone to pick up as she reaches for a fry.

You just stay silent, thinking of anything you could say that would change the topic. She was only teasing you now, clearly, "I'm actually just going home right after this. Maybe with you, even." You smile, watching as Billie raises an eyebrow at your harmless flirting.

"But you don't wanna stand up the lucky girl, do ya?" Billie questions, seemingly a joke to the camera, but hitting you very hard in reality. She shifts in her seat again, eyes dragging along your body and silently praying that it wouldn't be caught on camera.

You shake your head as you hopelessly stutter your reply, "I—no—there's no date after this. It was a joke." You play it off terribly, mentally cursing yourself for even blurting the stupid words in the first place, "Y'know, you're really hitting me hard and soft with these replies."

Billie's lips part at your word play on her new album, nodding her head as she chuckles, "Well, maybe next time, don't bring up your other date." She teases. When you glance into her eyes, you can tell exactly what she's thinking. And it's anything but sweet.

"Billie, there's no—I don't have a date, forget I even said that!" You shush, rolling your eyes at her as you take the last sip of your drink. Billie just shrugs nonchalantly, hiding her true emotions as she bites her lip, "Okay."

The camera equipment is slowly getting put away and hauled into the back of some moving van. But, you and Billie are still sitting at the same table you were in the interview. It was getting dark, and you did, in fact, have a real date that you had to be at soon.

Billie stays quiet, finishing up her food and stealing glances at you every now and then. Her thoughts are all over the place, jealousy pumping through her veins as the hand in her lap grips her jeans roughly. Her eyes snap up to yours right when you decide to finally look at her.

"What's her name?" Billie mutters, face even more stern than before when you were both being recorded. Now, she could finally express herself with words that didn't sound light-hearted, "Your date, I mean." She states, taking the last fry into her mouth and waiting for your reply.

You stay silent, almost dumbfounded, that she was still stuck on that topic. It'd been almost an hour and a half since you had that conversation, and yet it was still lingering in the air. A forced chuckle emits from your throat as you sit up straight, "Ms. None-of-your-concern."

Billie perks up at your response, cocking an eyebrow at your words. She'd never seen this side of you, and you really should've known that right now was not the time nor place for you to show her it, "Don't gimme that shit right now. You're acting like a child."

"Yeah, well, were you not acting the same while the cameras were rolling?" You retort, furrowing your eyebrows as the smile on your face slowly fades. She just scoffs in response, rolling her eyes she breathes out some stupid argument.

Your leg bounces beneath the table, mind racing as you check the time. You only had about an hour before your real date, and God, did you want to get away from Billie sooner. You can still feel her eyes burning holes through you, but you pay her no mind, huffing quietly in exasperation.

Billie notices the way you check your phone every few minutes, and it only annoys her further each time she catches you, "Better hurry up. Bet she wants to take you home later tonight, maybe even fuck—"

"Fuck you." You scoff, moving back in the chair as the screeching noise reverberates around the small, empty restaurant. You swiftly grab your jacket before storming out, leaving Billie alone in her seat, fuming.

"But your date's already gonna do that!" She calls angrily, hands clenched into fists as she watches the door slam behind you loudly. Her eyes stay on the glass for a moment longer, almost waiting for you to come back. But, you never do, so she just sits in silence.

Her head lolls back as she closes her eyes, sucking in a deep breath before she huffs out in frustration. Sure, maybe she was in the wrong, but who's to say you weren't as well? You knew how jealous she got. Each time she had a crush, she'd always run to you to complain about their ex's, never hiding her jealousy. And she was sure you didn't forget, you just knew how to push her buttons.

Quiet footsteps caught her attention, head turning in the direction of the kitchen, only to find the owner of the small restaurant approaching her, "We're closing soon, ma'am." He says, the tiredness clear in his tone and eyes. Billie just nods, humming quietly as she grabs her stuff and throws it away on her way out.

The lights hanging above you dimly lit the table and the girl across the table from you, highlighting her ocean blue eyes, quite like Billie's mesmerizing ones—No.

You shift in your seat as you listen to her, nodding at almost each word she says in an effort to seem like you were really listening. But, in reality, all you could hear was the chatter of other people seated around you. All you could even think about was what happened earlier that evening, at the restaurant with Billie.

Maybe that was the one thing that was distracting you, the one thing that made you think this date was going horribly. The girl wasn't even boring or an asshole. She was sweet and genuinely interesting. You just didn't know what was wrong with yourself.

You smile softly as you notice she's stopped talking, toying with the food on your plate, your fork twirling the pasta around it but not exactly bringing it to your lips to eat it. You'd lost your appetite, and you knew it wasn't from the food you ate a few hours prior to this.

"You okay?" She asks, and that's the one thing that pulls you out of your thoughts, eyes snapping to hers. They were swelling with concern, and so was her facial expression. God, you were really blowing it. Maybe you were the asshole.

The fork leaves your hand, clattering against the plate softly as you nod in response, "Yeah, I'm sorry. I just—Need to use the restroom real quick." You mutter, an apologetic look in your eyes as you stare into hers. You knew yourself that you wouldn't come back, so you didn't even bother promising it, instead just smiling at her before quickly rushing to the restrooms.

When you're out of her sight, you grab your phone from your bag, unlocking it as you open the door to the women's bathroom, making your way down to the furthest stall from the door and locking yourself in.

You click the first pinned contact, not even needing to look at who it is before you begin typing, leaning against the tiles of the bathroom wall.

y/n: hey

You bite your lip as you patiently wait for her response, muttering something along the lines of, "Please don't be mad at me, please don't be mad at me, please—."

When the three little dots show up, you let out a breath you hadn't even known you were holding, gripping your phone tighter as your eyes dart all around the screen.

billie: thought u were at ur date?

y/n: bored

y/n: cant stop thinking about our fight

y/n: you keep distracting me. idiot

You can almost feel her own emotions through the device. That sexy chuckle of hers imprinted in your mind. She gives your last text a thumbs down, and then the three little dots begin to bounce again.

billie: good to know im still on your mind tho

billie: also thats not even my fault??? js stop thinking of me then youll be okay 🤷‍♀️

y/n: kinda hard when you teased me the entire fucking interview

y/n: even off camera dude like wtf

Billie shifts on her couch, your words making her heart swell with pride. Even if you did piss her off, she was still happy she was on your mind. But, really, when wasn't she floating around somewhere in there?

billie: sorry for being me, damn

billie: also wtf why are you skipping over that shit that you did at the restaurant?

billie: like ok tell me you have another date after i was clearly flirting with you fr the entire interview

Her lip was tucked between her teeth harshly, biting down almost hard enough to draw blood as she watched the dots begin to bounce in the small grey bubble again.

When you finally sent the text, her facial expression softened.

y/n: im really sorry billie. i didnt know it would hurt you, it wasnt my intention

billie: huh

billie: well it sure as hell seemed like it was

You sigh quietly as your eyes scan over her texts over and over again. Fuck, why did she have to be stubborn?

Your thumbs quickly begin to work on the screen, typing out an almost pathetic apology. No—It wasn't even an apology—It was more of a stupid text begging her to forgive you.

y/n: im really sorry bills

y/n: i dont want us to fight. please

y/n: i didnt even want to come here after it

y/n: you know i hate when ur mad at me

y/n: ill apologize to u a million times more if thats what u want

Her heart beats faster, and she swears it might pop out of her chest any moment now. Her thumbs quickly type out a response, a stupid smile coming onto her face.

billie: dont

y/n: well can you at least pick me up cus u were being an asshole too

y/n: pls can you pick me up i really dont wanna see the look on the poor girls face when she finds me in this bathroom stall texting u

billie: idk i might js make you wait 30 mins so she can find u in there

Your eyes roll at her texts, scoffing at her responses. She was so difficult, and you hated her for it.

billie: hurry to the front im omw dummy

A smile quickly comes onto your face as you read the last text, almost squealing until you remember that she wouldn't be easy when you got in the car. Fuck, this was gonna be a long night.

The car pulls up slowly in the front of the restaurant, and you glance back one final time at the windows before scurrying off the sidewalk and jumping into the passenger seat of Billie's car.

She doesn't even wait for you to put your seatbelt on, quickly driving forward to exit the parking lot of the place. Her eyes trace your side profile as she waits for cars to pass, her gaze going unnoticed as you buckle your seatbelt.

"Have fun?" She mutters quietly, jealousy bubbling underneath her skin and seeping through in her tone as her eyes avert back to the road. You turn your head at her words, sighing in annoyance. She was still going on about it.

Your cross your arms over your chest as you look out of the windshield at the cars passing by, feeling her car jolt forward as she gets onto the main road, "If I did, I wouldn't have texted you, idiot."

Billie scoffs at your name-calling, rolling her eyes as she presses on the breaks at a red light. She takes the chance to look at you again, eyes traveling lower this time and catching onto your change of clothes.

You were wearing a short black dress, the neck cutting low and exposing some of your cleavage. She would've pounced on you right then and there if it wasn't for the traffic behind her. And also if she wasn't still so fucking furious at you.

Her own choice of clothing was the complete opposite of whatever slutty piece of cloth you were wearing, her sweatpants hanging low on her waist and exposing the waistband of her 'HIT ME HARD AND SOFT' boxers.

When the light turned green, it was your turn to admire stare. On her top half, she was wearing a little white tank, the straps thin and almost slipping off her shoulders each time she moved her arms to turn the wheel.

Her nipples were poking through the thin tank, and it felt almost impossible to look away. Until she spoke and you got too nervous to keep staring, "Well, I still wanna know how it went."

Liar. She was only talking about it so that you wouldn't forget the deep shit you were in when you got to your house. Or maybe her house? You didn't know, and you honestly didn't want to. You wouldn't bother asking, either, not wanting to hear the whole, 'why did you change the topic?' rant.

"It was good, actually." You murmur, an idea sparking in your head as you glance at her face again. You can practically see the way her eyes twitches in annoyance, and it only spurs you on to say your next words, "She was so sweet, and she cared a lot. I could tell just by her pretty eyes."

Billie has to stop herself from slamming on the breaks in the middle of the road, instead deciding to breathe in deeply and bite her lip. Her grip on the steering wheel increases in tightness, tilting her head to the side like she always did when she was infuriated.

"Yeah?" She seethes, cocking an eyebrow as she takes another quick glance at you. She catches a glimpse of that stupid smile on your face, and it only makes her angrier. You hum in response.

"Yeah." You reply, giggling quietly as you watch her knuckles turn white from the grip she has on the wheel. She presses down on the gas harder, and the car only accelerates faster down the route to her house, "Flirted with me the entire time, asked me if I needed anything. She even pulled out my chair for me."

Billie nods almost robotically, like she's being forced to listen to you brag about the girl. Because she is. She can't just jump out of the car into the road, even if she really did want to in that moment.

"That's—Yeah, that's nice." She mutters, jaw clenched. Even if you had only said a few sentences about no-name-girl, she was tired of it already. She only started the conversation to maybe undermine you? She didn't even know anymore, all she knew was that she was going to die if you kept talking about this girl.

"And—" Billie couldn't turn onto the street to her house fast enough, speeding down the road as she tried to drown you out. Her eyes burned holes through you, specifically your chest. She didn't understand why you chose to wear that revealing dress for that stupid girl and not for her.

She pulled into the driveway quickly, turning her key and pulling it out after putting the car in park. Her hands rested in her lap as she threw her head back against the headrest, eyes shutting softly as she breathed out.

"Stay there." She whispered, getting out of the car and slamming it with a loud thud. Your eyes followed her as she rounded the car, gaze coming down to see her sweatpants falling down only a little further.

She opened your own door before you could. It made her crazy when you even tried to open it by yourself, so even if she was pissed, she'd never forget to open it for you. When you exited her car, she slammed your door and locked the car, following behind you to the front door.

You type in her code proudly, reaching for the door handle but quickly being swatted away by her own ring-clad hand. You laugh at her gestures, watching as she opens the door for you and lets you go in first.

She's silent the whole time. Even as she closes and locks the door behind her, no words slip from between her lips, only gentle breaths as she rubs her temples. Her eyes basically undress you as you walk down the hall and throw your bag onto her couch, heart beating faster and faster as the seconds pass by.

Her vision is blurred as she follows after your footsteps, time seeming to slow as she looks around at the pictures hanging on the walls. When she finally makes it into the living room, you're sitting down on the couch, legs spread like you owned the place.

And, honestly, it seemed like it after being here 24/7. You even convinced Billie into giving you a key with no hesitation on her part. She grips onto the wall harshly, holding herself up as her eyes take in all that was you. Your scent already fills the room, making her head spin and blurring her vision further.

Her other hand rests inside of her pants, the action normal because of how abnormally cold she always was. But, this time, you see her hand moving beneath the fabric in a repeated motion. Like she's stroking something.

Your lips curve into a smirk at the sides, sitting up taller as you realize. She only comes closer, now leaning against the far end of the couch across from you.

"Thought you were mad." You hum, tilting your head in imitation. You cross your legs, hands running along your thighs through the fabric and making your dress ride up. Billie groans quietly, gaze fixed sternly on you.

A few more steps, and now her hand is holding herself up on the couch cushion you were sitting on. Her lips almost touch your earlobe, breathing on your neck as her small smirk fades. She scoffs, her other hand slowly creeping onto your thigh and squeezing, "I'm fucking furious."

You smile at her words, gasping softly as she squeezes your thigh tighter. She leans back, lips level to yours as her eyes flit down to them, then back up to your beautiful eyes. You're the first one to close the gap, grabbing her face and practically pulling her onto your lap, your lips fitting onto hers so perfectly.

Her hands moved to your hips, quickly flipping your positions so that you were on top of her. As you sat on her lap, you could feel the bulge beneath her sweatpants poking at your thigh, causing an amused smile to creep onto your face, "Predicted this, huh?"

"Shut up." She grumbles, ring-clad fingers wrapping around your neck and smashing your lips onto hers. Your hips slowly grind on her sweatpants, moaning quietly against her mouth as your hands grip at her shoulders, nails digging into her skin.

Billie groans at the subtle pain, pushing her hips up when she feels you begin to rock back and forth on her lap. Her free hand moves down to undo the tie of her sweatpants, finding it difficult with only one hand and her eyes closed, "Ma, take 'em off f'me, would you?"

You don't hesitate, the need to tease her thrown out of the window. For now, at least. Your hands leave her shoulders quickly, pulling away from her lips with hesitancy as you look down to see what you're doing. Billie's eyes are on you the whole time, biting her lip as she feels you tug down her sweatpants and let them pool at her ankles.

Billie bucks her hips against you, and this time, it's like you can feel everything. Your lips part in surprise at her sudden movement, a quiet squeak emitting from your throat at how big her dick feels.

"Gonna sit and stare, or are you gonna take it off?" Billie sighs, her patience wearing thinner than before. It didn't help that you were still fully clothed, either. Her hands leave your neck and hip, moving behind and messing with the zipper of the skimpy black dress that adorns your beautiful body, pulling it down until you could easily slip out of it.

You crawl off her lap, eyes hooded and full of desire as you slowly strip for her. Her hands grip the couch cushions tightly, holding herself back from even saying anything that would elicit a snarky response from your part.

The dress falls to the floor, revealing your naked figure to her. She wanted so bad to call you a slut for not wearing any undergarments, to degrade you until you broke beneath her and finally gave in. But she stayed silent, instead taking in your mind-consuming presence.

When you came closer and dropped to your knees in front of her, she bit her lip. Her hands and thighs trembled as you rested your cheek on the inner part of her thigh, leaving a wet kiss on the bulge in her boxers before you grabbed the waistband of the constricting fabric with your teeth. Her breaths were short and ragged, eyes wide as she watched the silicone cock spring free.

Once her boxers were at her ankles, your eyes found hers again, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you came closer. Your lips hovered over the tip of her dick, spitting on it before your hand came up to stroke it softly, thumb rubbing at the tip as if she could actually feel it.

"Get up." She breathed, eyes locked on yours as you continued to stroke your hand up and down her dick, listening carefully to each quiet sound that she made, whether it be a whimper or a real moan, "Y/N, fuckin' listen." It was a clear warning, the way her tone changed just an octave lower, a very prominent warning that she wasn't gonna be easy if you disobeyed her again.

But, still, you stayed on your knees in front of her, your hand rubbing the silicone quicker. And, as much as she liked the way you looked on your knees, her hand quickly came down to grab a handful of your hair, tugging at it harshly in yet another warning.

This time, you listened, nodding softly as your hand left her cock, rising to your feet in front of her. Her hand left your hair as you moved up, standing up and stepping out of her sweatpants and boxers, kicking off her shoes and leaving her in only socks and that thin tank top barely covering anything.

"Want you on the bed, Y/N." She demands softly, eyes hooded and irises swirling with lust and anger. You nod, biting your lip as your eyes fall lower on her body, chuckling quietly as you see the fake dick standing tall between her thighs, "And don't make me fucking tell you again." She snarls.

You nod again once her words register in your head, your feet taking you down the hallway and into her room at the end of it. You shut the door behind you softly, scurrying onto the bed and seating yourself in the middle of it, back against the headboard and legs spread just for when she came back.

The time seems to pass way slower as you shift on her dark sheets, your lower back leaning against the pillows that she slept on each night. The room smelled heavily of Billie, her perfume filling all your senses and going straight to your core. This wasn't where you expected to end up tonight at all, but you weren't against it.

The creaking sound of the door is what catches your attention, finding yourself sitting up taller and gripping at the sheets. Billie pushes the door open slowly, hair up in a low ponytail, her tank top gone and revealing her tits.

You're unable to suppress a whine as she comes closer, locking the door behind her and only making you squeeze your thighs together, bucking your hips against nothing but the cool air in the room.

She moves so quickly that it should've been considered inhumane, her hands touching you everywhere all at once. Her hair tickles your shoulder as she tilts her head, lips pressing against your neck so softly as her hands grip at your tits so roughly. Her knee is slotted between your thighs, pressed harshly against your wet pussy and feeling every movement you make.

"She wouldn't kiss you like this," Billie whispers, biting at the sensitive spot just behind your ear, feeling as your body tenses beneath her, throat dry, and lips agape to let out all the pretty noises she was the cause of, "Only me." She finishes her sentence, moving to another part of your neck to scatter kisses and marks anywhere she possibly could.

Her thumbs circle your nipples, nails leaving soft indentations as she tries her hardest not to go absolutely insane on you. Just the thought of that girl fired her up, urging her to just ruin you first and then take it slow. But the bratty attitude you had all day only encouraged her to tease you, break you slowly, and then fuck you hard and rough until you were unable to say anything but her name, "I'm right?" She breathes, kissing your collarbone as she descends your body.

Her teeth nibble at the skin just above your tits, leaving hickeys in the shape of a heart slowly but surely. All you can do is nod in response, body reacting so eagerly to her teasing touches and kisses. She was driving you insane, but if you said anything, she'd only take it slower. It was torture.

"Answer me." Billie demands, biting down particularly hard just above your nipple, smirking against your skin as she hears you yelp softly. It's almost like she can feel your heartbeat on her lips, her head spinning with every idea of what she wanted to do with you tonight, "You were very keen to the idea of fuckin' smart-mouthing me during that interview. In front of people, too?"

"God, you just can't stand being good for more than 5 minutes, can you?" She scoffs softly, voice teasing and playful, but her words were real. She meant everything, and you knew that very well. Her lips wrapped around your nipple when she felt your fingers in her hair, tangling in the dark strands and pulling weakly. You whined at her degrading words, her knee hitting your clit perfectly as you rocked your hips sloppily.

"Bills—Only you, j-jus' you," you confirm, your voice merely a mewl in her ears, but to you, it was using all of the strength you currently had, trembling beneath Billie even though she's barely even touched you yet, "Please..." You beg, eyes fluttering shut as you find the perfect spot on her knee to grind on, hips moving faster.

Billie moves to your other nipple, sucking harshly and nibbling at the erect bud as her hands caress your thighs, nails scratching up and down your skin and making your thighs tremble just that little bit more. She releases your nipple from between her lips with a pop, now hovering over your face, removing her knee from between your legs, guessing knowing that you were close, "Please, what?"

"F-fuck me, Billie—Please—Jus'.. mm." You stumble over your words, mind scattered and unable to say anything to form a real sentence. Billie understands, though, a cocky smirk on her face as she moves her hand to one side of your body, holding herself up as her other hand pulls your thighs apart, lining her cock up with your entrance before she pushes it all in at once.

Your quiet cries are music to her ears, your trembling body cute and meek. Her hand leaves the silicone dick, traveling up your body and leaving a trail of fire up to your neck where she wraps her fingers around your throat, applying more pressure than you thought she would. You gasp quietly, the action only making the whole situation hotter and more intimate. She tilts her head, "You like that, don't you?"

You nod the best you can, whimpering softly as she slowly thrusts her hips, eyes examining your every movement from the way your chest rose and fell with the ragged breaths you took to the way your eyes fluttered each time her dick rubbed you in just the right way. Pathetic pleas for her to go faster slip from your lips, toes curling at her torturously slow pace, hands fisting at the sheets messily.

"Pleasepleaseplease—faster.." Billie's grip on your throat tightens at your words, eyebrows furrowing as she watches your eyes roll back, "Want me deeper, yeah?" She mocks, the fire in her lower abdomen growing as she sees you nod frantically, her hips already slamming into you almost twice as fast than she was fucking you before.

She leans closer to your neck, inhaling your scent and smelling her own perfume on your skin. A chuckle fills your ear, only making you moan louder, the whiny sound reverberating off the walls. Your back arches, chest coming up to brush against hers as you writhe beneath her relentless pace. Grunts fill your ears as she finds the perfect rhythm, muttering the dirtiest things in your ear imaginable. The words she was spitting should've cut deep, but they didn't, only adding to your pleasure and making you physically react.

As you squeeze your eyes shut, you see stars flash behind your eyelids, her strap hitting that sweet spot each time she thrusts into you. Your knuckles are white from the animalistic grip you have on her sheets, your orgasm approaching quicker than you could've imagined. Billie doesn't miss the way your breathing pattern changes, feeling it on her chest and hearing it 10x louder now that your head was turned slightly to the side, "Bill—Baby, fuuckk... plea—!"

"Hm?—Tell me, Mama, tell me." She mutters, almost begging you as her hips slap against yours each time she fully bottoms out. An evil smile is plastered on her face, but you don't know that. You don't even know what she'll say in response to your pleas to cum. But, you honestly don't think you'd be able to hold it either way, "Too fucked out to speak, s'that it? Can't even think, can ya? My dumb girl."

"Cum—Wanna cum, please, need t'cum!" You warn, your voice a mere squeak as you pull at the sheets. Tears streak down your face now, her silence making it impossible for you to keep whatever composure you had left. Billie breathes softly into your neck, kissing your shoulder before coming up to press a sweet kiss to your neck. Much sweeter than the words that fall from between her lips, "I think you can wait, hm? Since you made me wait so fuckin' long for this." She shakes her head in faux disappoint, scoffing.

"Hold it." She snarls, eyes narrow, lips parted and swollen, hips relentless. The headboard hit the wall in time with her hips, bedframe creaking beneath your bodies as she fucks you wildly, making it impossible to obey her commands. You try to squeeze your thighs together, but she doesn't let them close, sighing in annoyance as she gives your throat a warning squeeze, having you gasp for air, "Just a little longer." She groans, almost like she can feel the way your pussy clenches around her dick, walls fluttering from the immense pleasure.

Cries and whines are the only things that can leave your throat, dry from the screaming and moaning you've been doing for almost—Fuck, you didn't even know at this point. All you did know was the size of her dick, the sounds of her groans, and the look on her face as she fucked you recklessly. The bed shook, and you were sure her neighbors would be here in the morning to complain about the noises, but neither of you cared. The only thing either of you cared about was that you finally had each other.

Your vision blurs from the tears in your eyes, trying your best to keep them open but failing in the end as she pushes her body closer to yours—if that was even possible—and hits you at a different angle, the silicone cock sliding deeper between your walls. She's almost surprised at how well you're holding up, a smirk on her face as she tries her hardest to break you, free hand pulling and twisting at your nipple as her other squeezes your throat from time to time.

"Cum." She finally allows. It takes you a moment to register, but once you see her head nod in your blurred vision, you let go. The light, wet ring around the base of the dick only gets whiter as your juices flow onto her, squirting onto your thighs and parts of hers as your body shakes uncontrollably beneath hers. Your back arches further, chest pressing harsher against hers as you cry out her name, lower lip trembling, "Thankyouthankyouthankyou—Mm.." Your words come out in a hurry, thoughts messy and incapable of forming any other words.

Her hips slow, helping you ride out your high before she stops completely. She leans over you, fingers unraveling around your neck and coming up to cup your cheek, thumb caressing your tear-stained cheek with a look of adoration in her ocean blue irises, "Y'think she'd be able to do that?" She teases, giggling softly at your mumbled words, your eyelids fluttering open and closed, clearly sleepy.

"Shh.." You giggle stupidly, pushing her face away weakly. You gasp quietly when you feel her pull out slowly, wincing at the slightly overstimulating feeling. The emptiness makes you frown, whining like a baby as she pulls away from your body completely, "No, no, Ma, m'right here." She coos as she comes back into your blurry vision, strap discarded somewhere on the floor. Her hands wrap around your body, enveloping you in warmth as she cuddles close to you, "She can't compare." Billie whispers, knowing damn well she won the stupid challenge that she made up.

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Bad Girl | B.E

Pairing: Billie Eilish x Reader

Warnings: Anal only, Degradation, Daddy kink, Anal fingering, Rimming, Billie ignores reader’s pussy, Billie mocks reader, Mean Dom Billie, Pet Names (Good girl, Mamas, Pretty Girl)

Summary: You were too big of a brat for Billie’s liking.

A/N: posted on AO3 under anonymous

“Suck,” Billie ordered, looking down at you on your knees.

You shook your head, trying your best to hide the smirk that was forming. You knew that being a brat was going to get you fucked harder, it worked many, many times before. But tonight? Tonight Billie wasn’t having it.

Billie leaned down, looking into your eyes before slapping your cheek as hard as you could. She didn’t say a word, sticking her hand out to help you get up off your knees. You took it, but once you were up on your feet, Billie spun you around and bent you over the bed.

“God, mamas,” Billie sighed, walking away from you and into your shared closet. “Was gonna fuck this pretty pussy of yours, but since you want to be such a fuckin’ brat, m’gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

You whimpered as Billie brought her hand down, spanking you a few times before humming to herself. “But don’t you worry, I’ve got the perfect way to teach you a lesson.”

You turned to look at her, but Billie pushed your head down onto the bed roughly. “Did I say you could look at me, baby?” she questioned.

“N- No,” you whimpered.

Billie spanked you a few more times before she let go of your head. You stayed still as she walked away, not wanting to disobey her any more. When she came back, she got behind you and put something down on the bed next to you. You flinched as you felt both of Billie’s hands on your asscheeks, whimpering as she leaned in and ran her tongue against your entrance. You cried out, flinching a bit at the unfamiliar feeling.

As she fucked your entrance with her tongue, you snaked your hand underneath you and between your legs. Before you could even touch your pussy, Billie pulled away and grabbed your hand roughly.

“Did I say you could do that, hm? Did I say you could touch my pussy?” Billie questioned. You shook your head and moved your hand back from underneath you once she let it go.

Billie leaned back in, tracing the tip of her tongue against the entrance of your asshole. She hummed as she slipped her tongue inside of you. Billie fucked it in and out of you, ignoring your pleas for her to let you touch your pussy.

“Shut the fuck up,” Billie hissed, slapping your ass as hard as she could. “You make so much noise, Mamas, gonna have to order a gag to use on you, huh?”

You knew she wasn’t asking you, staying silent as she stood up straight. She grabbed the thing she sat on the bed, opening it and you knew that it was lube. You closed your eyes as she squirted some of it onto her fingers. When Billie brought her lubed up fingers up to your entrance, she pushed the tip of her finger into you.

“Relax, pretty girl.” she hummed.

Billie pushed her finger further into you, looking at your face as she began to fuck you with it. You bit your lip, trying your best to do as you were told, closing your eyes to try and focus on relaxing. Billie hummed as she added a second finger into you. Taking a few moments to allow you to adjust to her two fingers, Billie watched you breathe.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Billie hummed. “M’gonna ruin this pretty little ass of yours.”

Billie scissored her fingers inside of your ass, smirking to herself as you whimpered. Billie continued to fuck you with her fingers, finally pushing a third one into you.

”Oh, fuck.”

Billie chuckles, “That feel good, baby? You like when Daddy fills you up? Hm?”

You nodded, letting out a groan as Billie sped up her movements. As good as her fingers felt, you needed more than just that. You stopped yourself from touching yourself on instinct, taking a deep breath before begging.

“Please, Daddy. Please let me touch my pussy.” you begged.

Billie ignored you, slapping your ass as she continued to fuck your ass with her fingers. Finally, Billie pulled them out of you, replacing them with the tip of her strap on. She grabbed the lube, squirting some onto the toy before rubbing it on the toy more.

“You ready for my cock?” she asked, not giving you time to answer before sliding the tip of it inside of you. “Fuck, you take it so well, m’gonna fuck your ass more often.”

Billie slowly pushed the strapon inside of you, humming as she got it all the way in. She stayed still, rubbing your lower back as she allowed you to get adjusted to it. Although Billie was punishing you, she didn’t want to really hurt you.

“Let me know when I can start moving, Mamas.”

You whimpered, “Please, please fuck me.”

Billie started at a slow pace, letting you get used to the strapon more. After a few minutes, she picked up her pace. You bit your lip hard, whining at the taste of blood as she sped up once more.

“Fuckin’ whore,” Billie spat.

Billie gripped your hips as you tried to pull away from her. “You don’t ever run from my cock, understood?”

You nodded, “I- I’m sorry, Daddy, fuck, please let me touch my pussy. Pleasepleaseplease!”

“No.” Billie laughed, raking her nails down your back.

You cried out, gripping the sheets as you tried to fight back the orgasm that was creeping up. This was the first time Billie had ever fucked you like this and if you weren’t so turned on, you would be embarrassed.

“Where’s that fucking attitude of yours from earlier?” Billie questioned.

“I- uh- I-“ you whimpered.

“You, you, you?” Billie mocked. “Who knew ignoring that pretty pussy of yours and shoving my cock in your ass would get you to shut the fuck up.”

You cried out, your orgasm creeping closer and you knew it wouldn’t take long for you to cum. You looked back at Billie, tears running down your face.

“I’m so close, please Daddy.” You begged.

Billie pulled out of you, slapping your ass before moving away. “No.”

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I’m so glad you enjoyed 🫶🏻

Bad Girl | B.E

Pairing: Billie Eilish x Reader

Warnings: Anal only, Degradation, Daddy kink, Anal fingering, Rimming, Billie ignores reader’s pussy, Billie mocks reader, Mean Dom Billie, Pet Names (Good girl, Mamas, Pretty Girl)

Summary: You were too big of a brat for Billie’s liking.

A/N: posted on AO3 under anonymous

“Suck,” Billie ordered, looking down at you on your knees.

You shook your head, trying your best to hide the smirk that was forming. You knew that being a brat was going to get you fucked harder, it worked many, many times before. But tonight? Tonight Billie wasn’t having it.

Billie leaned down, looking into your eyes before slapping your cheek as hard as you could. She didn’t say a word, sticking her hand out to help you get up off your knees. You took it, but once you were up on your feet, Billie spun you around and bent you over the bed.

“God, mamas,” Billie sighed, walking away from you and into your shared closet. “Was gonna fuck this pretty pussy of yours, but since you want to be such a fuckin’ brat, m’gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

You whimpered as Billie brought her hand down, spanking you a few times before humming to herself. “But don’t you worry, I’ve got the perfect way to teach you a lesson.”

You turned to look at her, but Billie pushed your head down onto the bed roughly. “Did I say you could look at me, baby?” she questioned.

“N- No,” you whimpered.

Billie spanked you a few more times before she let go of your head. You stayed still as she walked away, not wanting to disobey her any more. When she came back, she got behind you and put something down on the bed next to you. You flinched as you felt both of Billie’s hands on your asscheeks, whimpering as she leaned in and ran her tongue against your entrance. You cried out, flinching a bit at the unfamiliar feeling.

As she fucked your entrance with her tongue, you snaked your hand underneath you and between your legs. Before you could even touch your pussy, Billie pulled away and grabbed your hand roughly.

“Did I say you could do that, hm? Did I say you could touch my pussy?” Billie questioned. You shook your head and moved your hand back from underneath you once she let it go.

Billie leaned back in, tracing the tip of her tongue against the entrance of your asshole. She hummed as she slipped her tongue inside of you. Billie fucked it in and out of you, ignoring your pleas for her to let you touch your pussy.

“Shut the fuck up,” Billie hissed, slapping your ass as hard as she could. “You make so much noise, Mamas, gonna have to order a gag to use on you, huh?”

You knew she wasn’t asking you, staying silent as she stood up straight. She grabbed the thing she sat on the bed, opening it and you knew that it was lube. You closed your eyes as she squirted some of it onto her fingers. When Billie brought her lubed up fingers up to your entrance, she pushed the tip of her finger into you.

“Relax, pretty girl.” she hummed.

Billie pushed her finger further into you, looking at your face as she began to fuck you with it. You bit your lip, trying your best to do as you were told, closing your eyes to try and focus on relaxing. Billie hummed as she added a second finger into you. Taking a few moments to allow you to adjust to her two fingers, Billie watched you breathe.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Billie hummed. “M’gonna ruin this pretty little ass of yours.”

Billie scissored her fingers inside of your ass, smirking to herself as you whimpered. Billie continued to fuck you with her fingers, finally pushing a third one into you.

”Oh, fuck.”

Billie chuckles, “That feel good, baby? You like when Daddy fills you up? Hm?”

You nodded, letting out a groan as Billie sped up her movements. As good as her fingers felt, you needed more than just that. You stopped yourself from touching yourself on instinct, taking a deep breath before begging.

“Please, Daddy. Please let me touch my pussy.” you begged.

Billie ignored you, slapping your ass as she continued to fuck your ass with her fingers. Finally, Billie pulled them out of you, replacing them with the tip of her strap on. She grabbed the lube, squirting some onto the toy before rubbing it on the toy more.

“You ready for my cock?” she asked, not giving you time to answer before sliding the tip of it inside of you. “Fuck, you take it so well, m’gonna fuck your ass more often.”

Billie slowly pushed the strapon inside of you, humming as she got it all the way in. She stayed still, rubbing your lower back as she allowed you to get adjusted to it. Although Billie was punishing you, she didn’t want to really hurt you.

“Let me know when I can start moving, Mamas.”

You whimpered, “Please, please fuck me.”

Billie started at a slow pace, letting you get used to the strapon more. After a few minutes, she picked up her pace. You bit your lip hard, whining at the taste of blood as she sped up once more.

“Fuckin’ whore,” Billie spat.

Billie gripped your hips as you tried to pull away from her. “You don’t ever run from my cock, understood?”

You nodded, “I- I’m sorry, Daddy, fuck, please let me touch my pussy. Pleasepleaseplease!”

“No.” Billie laughed, raking her nails down your back.

You cried out, gripping the sheets as you tried to fight back the orgasm that was creeping up. This was the first time Billie had ever fucked you like this and if you weren’t so turned on, you would be embarrassed.

“Where’s that fucking attitude of yours from earlier?” Billie questioned.

“I- uh- I-“ you whimpered.

“You, you, you?” Billie mocked. “Who knew ignoring that pretty pussy of yours and shoving my cock in your ass would get you to shut the fuck up.”

You cried out, your orgasm creeping closer and you knew it wouldn’t take long for you to cum. You looked back at Billie, tears running down your face.

“I’m so close, please Daddy.” You begged.

Billie pulled out of you, slapping your ass before moving away. “No.”

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thinking about 💭 nerd!billie

nerd billie who's so easy to target and control

nerd billie who you forced to do your homework and as a reward you let her eat your pussy — and ever since then she's been infatuated

nerd billie who can't get enough of your pussy and craves you all the time

nerd billie who begs you to let her do all your homework so she can keep on tasting you

nerd billie who failed her test for the first time — unable to listen to her professor as the only thing she could think of was your cunt

nerd billie who squirms under you as you ride her face; you having to grip onto her hair to keep her still

nerd billie who loves it when you degrade her

nerd billie who is so pathetic she even calls you mommy over text

nerd billie who is so pathetic and aware of the fact that you're only using her for your grades

nerd billie who is always so needy - humping you like a dumb puppy, getting off of your harsh words and mocking laughs

nerd billie who begged you to let her use a strap on you, overstimulating you in the process as she can't get enough

nerd billie who will never leave you alone now that she's got a taste..

a/n drabblee!! cuz i’m unmotivated to write anything for atleast a week or two🫠

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Bad Girl | B.E

Pairing: Billie Eilish x Reader

Warnings: Anal only, Degradation, Daddy kink, Anal fingering, Rimming, Billie ignores reader’s pussy, Billie mocks reader, Mean Dom Billie, Pet Names (Good girl, Mamas, Pretty Girl)

Summary: You were too big of a brat for Billie’s liking.

A/N: posted on AO3 under anonymous

“Suck,” Billie ordered, looking down at you on your knees.

You shook your head, trying your best to hide the smirk that was forming. You knew that being a brat was going to get you fucked harder, it worked many, many times before. But tonight? Tonight Billie wasn’t having it.

Billie leaned down, looking into your eyes before slapping your cheek as hard as you could. She didn’t say a word, sticking her hand out to help you get up off your knees. You took it, but once you were up on your feet, Billie spun you around and bent you over the bed.

“God, mamas,” Billie sighed, walking away from you and into your shared closet. “Was gonna fuck this pretty pussy of yours, but since you want to be such a fuckin’ brat, m’gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

You whimpered as Billie brought her hand down, spanking you a few times before humming to herself. “But don’t you worry, I’ve got the perfect way to teach you a lesson.”

You turned to look at her, but Billie pushed your head down onto the bed roughly. “Did I say you could look at me, baby?” she questioned.

“N- No,” you whimpered.

Billie spanked you a few more times before she let go of your head. You stayed still as she walked away, not wanting to disobey her any more. When she came back, she got behind you and put something down on the bed next to you. You flinched as you felt both of Billie’s hands on your asscheeks, whimpering as she leaned in and ran her tongue against your entrance. You cried out, flinching a bit at the unfamiliar feeling.

As she fucked your entrance with her tongue, you snaked your hand underneath you and between your legs. Before you could even touch your pussy, Billie pulled away and grabbed your hand roughly.

“Did I say you could do that, hm? Did I say you could touch my pussy?” Billie questioned. You shook your head and moved your hand back from underneath you once she let it go.

Billie leaned back in, tracing the tip of her tongue against the entrance of your asshole. She hummed as she slipped her tongue inside of you. Billie fucked it in and out of you, ignoring your pleas for her to let you touch your pussy.

“Shut the fuck up,” Billie hissed, slapping your ass as hard as she could. “You make so much noise, Mamas, gonna have to order a gag to use on you, huh?”

You knew she wasn’t asking you, staying silent as she stood up straight. She grabbed the thing she sat on the bed, opening it and you knew that it was lube. You closed your eyes as she squirted some of it onto her fingers. When Billie brought her lubed up fingers up to your entrance, she pushed the tip of her finger into you.

“Relax, pretty girl.” she hummed.

Billie pushed her finger further into you, looking at your face as she began to fuck you with it. You bit your lip, trying your best to do as you were told, closing your eyes to try and focus on relaxing. Billie hummed as she added a second finger into you. Taking a few moments to allow you to adjust to her two fingers, Billie watched you breathe.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Billie hummed. “M’gonna ruin this pretty little ass of yours.”

Billie scissored her fingers inside of your ass, smirking to herself as you whimpered. Billie continued to fuck you with her fingers, finally pushing a third one into you.

”Oh, fuck.”

Billie chuckles, “That feel good, baby? You like when Daddy fills you up? Hm?”

You nodded, letting out a groan as Billie sped up her movements. As good as her fingers felt, you needed more than just that. You stopped yourself from touching yourself on instinct, taking a deep breath before begging.

“Please, Daddy. Please let me touch my pussy.” you begged.

Billie ignored you, slapping your ass as she continued to fuck your ass with her fingers. Finally, Billie pulled them out of you, replacing them with the tip of her strap on. She grabbed the lube, squirting some onto the toy before rubbing it on the toy more.

“You ready for my cock?” she asked, not giving you time to answer before sliding the tip of it inside of you. “Fuck, you take it so well, m’gonna fuck your ass more often.”

Billie slowly pushed the strapon inside of you, humming as she got it all the way in. She stayed still, rubbing your lower back as she allowed you to get adjusted to it. Although Billie was punishing you, she didn’t want to really hurt you.

“Let me know when I can start moving, Mamas.”

You whimpered, “Please, please fuck me.”

Billie started at a slow pace, letting you get used to the strapon more. After a few minutes, she picked up her pace. You bit your lip hard, whining at the taste of blood as she sped up once more.

“Fuckin’ whore,” Billie spat.

Billie gripped your hips as you tried to pull away from her. “You don’t ever run from my cock, understood?”

You nodded, “I- I’m sorry, Daddy, fuck, please let me touch my pussy. Pleasepleaseplease!”

“No.” Billie laughed, raking her nails down your back.

You cried out, gripping the sheets as you tried to fight back the orgasm that was creeping up. This was the first time Billie had ever fucked you like this and if you weren’t so turned on, you would be embarrassed.

“Where’s that fucking attitude of yours from earlier?” Billie questioned.

“I- uh- I-“ you whimpered.

“You, you, you?” Billie mocked. “Who knew ignoring that pretty pussy of yours and shoving my cock in your ass would get you to shut the fuck up.”

You cried out, your orgasm creeping closer and you knew it wouldn’t take long for you to cum. You looked back at Billie, tears running down your face.

“I’m so close, please Daddy.” You begged.

Billie pulled out of you, slapping your ass before moving away. “No.”

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This Billie smut might be done tonight or tomorrow!

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LOST CAUSE

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I’m hoping to finish this smut before I sleep or sometime tomorrow

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BILLIE   EILISH “   career   breakdown   ”   by   vanity   fair   .

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x

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Here’s a small preview of anal only with dom Billie

You turned to look at her, but Billie pushed your head down onto the bed roughly. “Did I say you could look at me, baby?” she questioned.

“N- No,” you whimpered.

[domeilish]

So I’m slowly trying to write more but brain is 🫠

Also thank you all for being patient. I wrote 20+ fics for kinktober for my main in a span of a week and a half/two weeks 😭

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Also thank you all for being patient. I wrote 20+ fics for kinktober for my main in a span of a week and a half/two weeks 😭

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Billie Eilish photographed by Aidan Zamiri for Rolling Stone magazine, styled by Spencer Singer

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october 27

"please, bi—billie..! so.. mmh, gonna cum." you murmur, trembling beneath her relentless touch as your head falls back against her shoulder, moans shaky and falling right into her ear. billie just giggles softly, eyes darting to her phone that was the only source of light in the room. she left a wet kiss on the side of your neck, tongue drawing a stripe up to your jaw before she gave the livestream her full attention, your pretty pussy being the only thing they could see right now. she watched as her own fingers pumped in and out of your wet cunt, thumb rubbing tight circles on your swollen bud.

the comments flood in rapidly, multiple donations of large amounts of money coming in every other second with all different types of messages. they were going by too fast for either of you to read them, though. until a larger donation came in and stayed on the top right for longer than the rest. billie's free hand came up to tilt your head forward, letting you see the own donation for yourself, "melissa t. sent $300 to keep edgin' you, mama." she snickered, but your stomach only dropped, a low whine emitting from your throat as you bucked your hips, shaking your head.

her hand left your chin, instead going to grab the phone and move it right in front of your face, tears streaking down your cheeks, lips pouty and stray hairs sticking to your sweaty forehead and neck. your whole body trembled as you struggled to read the donations through teary eyes, a relieved breath leaving your lips as a $400 donation came in just to see you cum. billie's eyebrows raised in surprise, a short gasp coming from her part as she spared you a glance, "really wan' her to cum, don't you guys?" she asks rhetorically, biting her lip as her fingers quicken their pace.

the comments only come in quicker, small donations being unnoticed in the huge sea of larger amounts of money. another donation came in, probably twice the amount that was just sent in, "$850 sent in by—holy shit." she stumbles over her words upon seeing the name, eyes widening and hear fluttering, "by none other than madison b... to make you cum." she whispers, her smile only growing at the new knowledge that madison, one of your closest friends, was watching this. billie's eyes snap back to you, fingers moving faster and deeper in your needy cunt, "even mads is watchin', babygirl."

"please mommy, please!" you cry out, slurring your words as you buck your hips against her fast-moving fingers, her phone catching the way your eyes roll back as you bite your lip harshly. your back arches away from her body, her fingers curling against your sweet spot and almost making you cum without a proper thank you. her fingers halt to a stop, setting the phone back down and zooming out so your viewers could see both of your bodies and faces, "where's your manners, mama?" her fingers tap against your abdomen, making your body shake momentarily as you beg quietly.

you fist at both her shirt and the sheets, head hanging low and eyes barely staying open as you try to look into the phone camera, body shaking weakly as you finally utter those two words that would grant you euphoria, "th—'ank you, mm.." your words are quiet, and you're sure the phone speaker barely picks it up, but billie takes it anyway. her fingers slam into your pussy at an almost animalistic pace, thumb circling your clit faster as her eyes carefully examined your facial expressions and your body language.

her eyes take one last glance at her phone, an evil smile taking over her once sweet face as her fingers slow to a stop inside of you. your thighs tremble around her torturous hand, crying out loudly as you throw your head back against her shoulder for the millionth time that night. she'd been edging you non-stop for the past hour and a half, and all because of the stupid fucking donations, "finneas o. sent in $1000 to keep edging you," she ponders for a moment, head turning back to you with a mischievous smirk on her face, "our friends love you, sweet girl." she giggles and shrugs her shoulders, and by the look on her face, you know damn well things won't go your way tonight.

KINKTOBER

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also updated who I write for!

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Also I know anal only with mean dom Billie did not win however,,,, I have inspo for that