#Billie Eilish smut

[harrysxcarolina]

eilish, please...

b. eilish

warnings: fluffy, flirty, slight mentions teasing if you squint, newlyweds, soft!billie, horny!billie, no smut but implied smut (kinda), wlw, short n sweet, not proof read...

au: lol had this in my drafts from February. was gonna add smut but I kinda like the vibe its at. I know the pictures has nothing to do with the theme, but I have an unhealthy obsession with eilish no. 2 and honestly these pictures inspired this piece. billie being absolute in love and feral with her new wife has me in a chokehold.

draft/notes that inspired this piece: Your first night together as a married couple. Billie can’t keep her hands off you. The urge to be touching each other at all times throughout the night was driving you both crazy. The tension is at an all time high. To be together. Officially, as wives. United as one. Forever. It was driving you both wild. 

You couldn’t wait for the night to end all the while not wanting it to end at all.

Wishing you had the ability to freeze time with every little moment that had your heart-stopping. With Billie, she was damn near perfect with leaving you breathless and longing for her touch every single time she touched or looked at you. The desire burning through your veins the a wild fire. Casting shivers and goosebumps galore along your shimmering skin. The white dress falling graciously down your length as you spend the evening laughing and twirling around with all your love ones. Stealing glances at your Mrs. noticing every time her sharp blue orbs would already be on you. Her stare never leaving you as she watches your carefree smile continuously grow across your cheeks as you take picture after picture with your parents and siblings. Not missing the way you skin looked flawless anytime your spun around on the dance floor with your father. Or the way you would secretly blow her kisses from across the room as you saw the itch to be close to you slowly take over Billie’s entire being. The urge to steal you away and pour all the love she had for you into you was growing bigger and bigger when you were finally making your way back over to the head table. Your coy smirk evident as you work your way around the table and place yourself behind her chair. Your hands gently lay atop her shoulders as you leaned down to where you were face to face with your bride. 

Your hot breath fanning across her skin as you slowly work your fingers to guide her dark locks over her one shoulder. Leaving the side closes to you open and available to love on. Flicking your eyes to hers as you offer her a sweet smile before laying a sweet chaste kiss to her cheek. Slowly sliding your ams down her collar as you lower yourself over her one shoulder. You hands gently clasping together as a soft hum leaves your lips. “I miss you.” You softly whisper in her ear. Not missing the way her bottom lip got caught between her teeth as she teeters the champagne glass between her raised fingers. “You keep staring at me the way you have been Mrs. O’Connell I can’t promise you we will make it to the end of this reception with you still in that jaw dropping dress.” Billie confidently states before turning her head to face you once more. “Fucking hell baby, you look-” she pauses for just a moment. “You look absolutely breathtaking. My gorgeous girl.” She finishes biting back her smirk as she moves her darkened orbs up and down your silhouette. The sparkling substance swirling around her glass just like the thoughts that were running through her brain. Her lips are quickly moisten by her tongue before she raises the glass up to her lips as she subtly finishes the glass off. Setting the glass down on the table as she reaches up and interlaces one of your hands with hers. Scooting the chair back carefully not to scoot across the bottom of your dress as she pushes herself up out of the chair. Turning to face you as her free hand lays along your hip. Cheeks heating up under her intense stare as she took a step closer to you. 

“You’re driving me crazy mamas.” She admits as she herself recalls the purposefully tactics you’ve been doing to her all evening. You knew what you were doing to her with every look. Every simple touch or quick peck to her cheek you’d given her throughout the night, when you’d catch her staring at you it just added fuel to the fire. The one that was ignited deep between the both of you. No matter how hard you’d both fought to mingle and interact with all your guest and make sure you were still giving each other that one on one quality time on this very special day. “Wanna get out of here?” She gently whispers along your jaw as she lays peppered kisses along your burning skin. Her minty breath invading your senses as your fingers absentmindedly squeeze hers. Urging her closer to you. The cheeky grin slowly covering her cheeks as the blush creeps in on your face. Bashfully looking down at your hand interlaced with hers. Her fingers mindlessly teasing yours as she toys with the ring sitting on that one special finger. Her smirk only grows as her lip finds its way between her teeth. Sparing you with a quick glance through her lashes. As she searches for your eyes. Her eyebrows raise in suggestion as her tongue swipes against her lips. Gently motioning with her head the way to the door silently hinting at what she, the both of you  had been desperately craving from the moment you’d laid eyes on each other as you slowly walked down the isle towards your forever with her. 

Her coy smirk evident as she grips your hand tighter in return. She wasn’t giving you the option to say no. And you wouldn’t have. Turning on her heel and making quick work to escape unnoticed to your love ones she begins to lead you away from the festivities. Quickly grabbing a handful of your dress as you lose yourself in a fit of giggles as you try to keep up with her pace. Glancing back at you, a look of mischief in her eyes as her smirk matches yours tugging you right along behind her. You feel the butterflies erupting all throughout your tummy as you can’t help but feel the giddiness radiating off you and her both. She squeezes your hand, a little reminder that she’s right there with you, feeling everything you’re feeling. Every spark. Every touch. Every kiss. Every eye glance. Everything. 

Finally, in the quietness of the room you’d be sharing, your hands waste no time in tangling themselves into her dark locks. Crashing your lips against hers as her hands find your waist pulling you completely against her. Your back hitting the door as her lips work their way across your jaw and down your neck. Quickly finding your sweet spot. Her hot tongue quick to trace shapes against your skin as her grip on your hip tights rutting her hips against you. Her groan fills your ears as her teeth capture your hot wet skin biting down. Leaving her mark. You were hers. Forever. 

“Fuck, you look-god you look fucking breathtaking baby.” She moans as her lips linger along your skin. Pulling you away from the door and leading you towards the bed. Blindly following her knowing you were in safe hands. 

Your legs meet the edge of the bed causing the both of you to topple down. Billie landing with a light thud. A chuckle leaving your lips as you cup her cheek giving her quick peck. Her eyes flashes between yours and your lips as she contemplates all the ways she wants to ravish you tonight. As her wife.

The reality of wife sitting heavy on her core. The word had her belly swarming with butterflies. The giddiness radiating off her body as she stares down at you. Her hands slowly working their way up from your hips. Her fingers taking in every piece of fabric and piece of lace. Every inch of you. 

“Fuck, my wife’s so fucking pretty.” She seethes as she laces her fingers through your hair pulling you into a desperate kiss. Tongues battled as lips and teeth clash. 

Your moans aren’t shy as you hear her say that delicate word for the first and definitely not the last time tonight.

should I make a part two? 🤭

[svelish]

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Parenting 101

To Claudia: Do you have a minute?

Billie sent the message to her 'like a sister-in-law' who's out shopping right now with her wife. Ever since you and Billie got together, you and Claudia have become such close friends.

Billie almost didn't want to leave their bed this morning for being so tired last night. Both of them stayed up because their children just wouldn't go to sleep. Well, it was Billie's fault because she gave their six-year-old daughter and almost three year old son dessert before bed time.

You told her that giving them sugar at night will only lead to a lack of sleep for the whole family because of an increased energy level.

But Billie, being none the wiser at the moment and also because she always gives in when it comes to her children, reasons that it's just two spoons of ice cream. Then there they were, their firstborn, Bea, who can now sleep in her pink and white painted room alone, was with you, her mommy dozing off while the little girl was busy playing with her toys.

And Billie, in the adjacent room with their son, Kai, who was just laying down on his bed, but his eyes were still wide awake.

Not until Bea got tired and passed out on her bed beside you while their little boy slowly fell asleep after some rounds of his favorite 'night night' song. Both women tiptoed their way out of their children's bedroom.

"Gosh, that's a lot of energy for a six-year-old." You grunted as you settled down on the bed, while your wife was putting on an oversized shirt before getting in and cuddling with you.

"I'm not allowed to feed them ever again, am I?" She asked you whose eyes were half closed, your head resting on Billie's chest.

You hummed, burrowing your head deeper into Billie's neck, the scent of vanilla body wash that she uses and Billie's particular smell, comforting her that it could lull her to sleep.

You hummed. "You're still allowed, love. But if you insist on giving them even just a pinch of whatever sweet food you have before bedtime ever again, you're not gonna get any kind of sugar from me."

"Copy that, ma'am." Billie mumbled, tilting her head down, kissing the crown of your head while you let out soft snores, her arm tightly draped around your body.

Her phone vibrated over the counter.

"Hey, what's up?" Claudia's voice whispered on the phone.

"Are you guys almost done with your shopping?" Billie asked, biting her lower lip.

She hears Claudia excuse herself, then she hears some rustling on the other line— "Yeah, just about. Are you okay?"

"I need your help," Billie said frantically, not even bothering to greet her best friend.

Claudia stood confused inside the washroom. If this is something urgent shouldn't she be calling her wife first? She thought. "Whatever for?"

"Y/n's ganna kill me. Can you stall her for a few hours? I just need to take the kids somewhere."

"What in the bloody hell had happened?"

"I'll send you a text. Just hold her off for a bit, okay? Thank you!"

Claudia's phone chimed, and she opened Billie's text. Her eyes widened, shaking her head. "Fucking hell.." she mumbled. Before putting her phone back in her pocket and going back to where you were.

-

Earlier

The house is quiet.

Like awfully quiet,

Billie was in Bea's room, putting away the freshly dried and neatly folded clothes of her daughter, putting them back in her closet.

She left them in the playroom, as they watched their favourite tv show while she did the laundry. But there's a monitor installed in their laundry room, so she can see them. Smiling when she heard her son mumble gibberish words to her sister.

He can talk, oh so adorably. He even gets silly sometimes, mimicking the words what his parents and sister were saying as they talk to him. When their son was born, you and Billie thought Bea was going to have a hard time adjusting to the newest addition to their family.

Afraid that their daughter would feel neglected because the newborn child will need more of their attention; but Bea was doing so great as a big sister though, she's been very ecstatic to meet her baby brother, always wanted to stay close to her mom and watch her feed Kai and sometimes help her mom by holding the feeding bottle for his brother's formula.

Her little brother fascinated Bea, always touching his cheeks and his tiny hands. Talking to him like her brother's understanding of her incoherent ramblings. Makes their parents happy and proud.

It's just so fulfilling to watch their family growing, since you and your wife grew up with siblings (or not), it's the greatest feeling to see that their has someone too.

When asked if she wanted another one, she always says why not, because it's been her dream to have a huge family of her own and how lovely would that be, because she's ganna be sharing it with the love of her life.

Everyone loves their darling boy as much as they love Bea. Their auntie Claudia and uncle Finneas were a huge spoiler, buying them things that they thought, especially Bea might like because Kai is still young and she's sure that when he grows up a bit, Claudia and Finneas will definitely spoil him the same.

-

Your daughter has taken a liking to arts and crafts. It's her and Billie's bonding time whenever Billie asks to do it with her. May it be some drawings, watercolour paintings, the mother and daughter even create cute cards, using colour pens.

And now, Billie is in a huge dilemma. After she finished folding her daughter's clothes, she went back down for another load, this time for her and your laundry.

But it's odd that it's awfully quiet upstairs.

"I'll just move you here, okay? Just sit there." Bea told her brother. "This won't hurt, okay?"

"Kay, Bea.." the toddler answered.

Billie furrowed her eyebrows, because she could hear some rustling on the speaker.

"Oh, Kai, don't move." The little girl said.

After loading hers and your clothes, she ran upstairs to the master bedroom to have a quick change of her shirt into a cleaner one, before checking on the children because she feels sweaty and her shirt has got dirty after cleaning up a little in the house while waiting for her laundry to be finished.

She ties her lustrous hair into a loose bun. Noticing that it has got longer again when she just got trimmed last month. Summer in Los Angeles is really hot, that's why whenever they go for a walk in the oark and she knows that she's ganna follow her running kids around, it's not ideal to have her hair down for how hot the temperature was outside.

Bea has long hair too, loves it when her mommy braids her hair and their youngest hasn't got his first haircut. You wanted to keep it growing, beautiful curls that she always tied into a topknot. Showing her son's ample cheeks and the face that has the spitting image of her wife. Both of their kids are actually the carbon copy of Billie and honestly, you can't complain because you love it.

"Baby? What are you up to?"

Billie asks.

She hears Kai giggle again. "tickles, Bea." He said.

"Oh, no," the big sister mumbled.

Then Kai started crying.

Just in time, their mother opened the door wide which was already ajar when she left them. She can hear her son crying. Billie stopped on her tracks, staring wide-eyes at the mess.

Kai was sitting atop one of his sister's chairs that she uses when she plays tea parties with her mothers. Her big sister is behind him, giving her brother a haircut.

Billie gasped at the curly hairs on the floor, then back to her son. Glorious and shiny curls now on the floor and the haircut- Your mummy's going to kill me. She inwardly thought. Not only has her daughter given her little brother a haircut, there's also a slime sticking on his hair.

"Hi, momma." The boy stopped crying, noticing their mother. But there were tear tracks still visible on his pink cheeks. The older child popped up behind her brother and Billie almost fell off the floor.

Her daughter is staring at her, chewing ay her lower lip nervously. It's just like you when she's nervous about something. Right hand holds a pair of zigzag scissors in her hands. Half of her beautiful dark brown hsir is missing from her head.

"Hello, momma."

Billie blinked as her children alternately. There was a chunk of hair missing on her son's head and Bea's bangs had been cut, zigzag patterns visible to it. It was only a tiny scissors that's inckuded in the art materials they got for her. She didn't think that the stupid scissors and could cut two beautiful hairs.

Fucking hell. She closes her eyes. Two things, she could get mad and make it worse because she'll make Kai cry more or she will remain calm and think of an impossible solution on how to fix this mess,

First thing she does is check the time on her phone. Trying to ascertain what to do next as she wills herself to calm down, becaude the damage has been done, and it's not like she could just glue their hair back together, and then it'd okay. She winced at the slime dangling from her son's hair.

"Lord almighty." She mumbled.

She took the pair of scissors from her daughter's hand. "Okay, darling, momma's ganna ask you something. But you have to be honest with me, okay?"

Almond eyes stared at her, lips pouting, almost ready to cry because she could see that her mother looked so serious. "You're not in trouble, darling." Not yet. Why do you think you need to cut yours and your brother's hair?"

Lips quivering, "b-because I want the hair auntie Claudia has."

Claudia, who had a haircut recently, Billie closed her eyes and heaved a deep sigh. Of course. Her daughter loves her auntie Claudia, at this early age she even wants her wardrobe to be like hers. Leather jackets, sweaters, cool pants and all.

She just wished that her daughter would just use her markers and give herself several tattoos on herself just like Billie's, so then Billie could just scrub them off with soap during bath time but the hair. Not the freaking hair!

She stood up and turned the lights on to see how much damage this impromptu haircut session has made to her children's beautiful locks.

"You ganna fix it, mom?" Her daughter, who's probably thinking she's out of trouble, asks her coolly. "But you is not a hair person, momma." She pondered.

Billie dosen't know if she's going to cry or laugh at her daughter's antics. "No, i'm not and I can't tape it back to your head and don't even get me started on that slime in your brother's hair."

"Momma." Tiny voice calls for her again.

"Yes, my darling."

"You have long hair too.

"Mhm."

"How come?"

"Because I haven't cut it yet." And because your mummy likes it, says it's sexy.

"Okay."

She sighed again and called the inspiration for her daughter's new haircut, Claudia. She asked her to stall her wife for a few hours. Her only solution is to bring them to her hairdresser and see if it's still salvageable.

But before she changes her children's clothes and leaves the house, she opens her phone's camera and takes several photographs, sending it to her 'sister-in-law'. With the caption "Because she wants the hair Auntie Claudia has. Fucking hell."

Billie looks at the picture. This might come in handy one day when they grow up and so she could show this to their mummy when she comes home later.

Both kids sat in their car, and booster seats inside her SUV and pulled out of the driveway.

-

It's a mini spa-day for her children. When they entered the salon, her hairdresser already noticed what was happening. "Uh-oh." She said and all Billie could do was nod her head,

Haircut for Kai was easy. The hairdresser used a razor and went on with it. Giving his son a faux hawk haircut. And her daughter, no other option but to cut it into a blunt bob haircut with bangs.

Billie smiled because her kid's new hairdo actually looks good on them. She kisses her son's cheek, still looking at his new haircut. "Look at your hair, darling. There in the mirror. You like?"

"I wike, momma. No moh slime?"

Her son clapped his hand.

"No more." She beamed,

But then she could hear her daughter sniffling. "Mrs Eilish.." the hairdresser calls for her and she walks over to her daughter, who is now crying.

"Honey, why are you crying? Something wrong?"

She sniffled again. "I want my hair back, momma. I want hair like yours!"

"But, darling, your hair is nice, too. See, you look beautiful, and it's short, like Auntie Claudia's."

"No! I want my hair to be like yours, momma!" Fat tears streamed down her face.

Billie could't think of another solution, because her daughter will actually cry until they get home and it feels like this day had been long enough,

"Bea, how about momma getting a haircut like yours, hm? Momma will cut her hair too. Would that be okay with you? We're gonna be the same. Yes?"

She stopped crying and turned quiet, as if thinking thoroughly.

"Like mine?"

"Uh-huh.."

"Okay, momma." Her daughter smiled.

And the haircut she gets. Billie was just hoping that her wife would still find her beautiful with short hair. This is her first time again in a very long time to have her hair cut this short. The two of them, with Billie, are short wolf cut now.

"Wow, momma you look pretty."

"Do I, now? That's very sweet of you, peanut. Thank you."

She looks at herself in the mirror, and it's not that bad.

Billie received a text from Claudia letting her know you were on your way home now. She replied it's fine and that they're home now sending her kid's new haircuts.

"Kids looked beautiful and dashing on their new 'dos. Ha! So proud of my Bea, glad that she LOVES how cool my hair is!😎 And you brought back the wolf cut, i see. Looks good on you! See you soon pls! Love. Xx"

-

When you arrived at home, the house was quiet. But you can smell delicious food being cooked in the kitchen.

"Love?" You called, taking your stilettos off. After the shopping was over, Claudia asked if she could come with you to pick some new furniture for her newly finished house near them.

Although you wanted to go home after the shopping, you opted to go with Claudia, to check out if there's something you'd like to get in the shop.

You put your purse on the couch and went sauntering towards the kitchen. "Love? You in here?" You stood still by the kitchen when you saw a woman with short hair, her back facing you, rummaging through something into the sink.

Billie didn't tell you they'll be having someone over and you didn't know who it was. You didn't want to think about why there was another woman in your house with your wife and while your children are home with them.

You clears your throat. "Uh, hello. Can I help you?"

The woman in front of you shakes their head, still not facing you.

"Um.. Miss? Are you a friend of my wife?" stressing 'my wife' just in case. It's not that you didn't trust your wife, you trust her with all your heart and with your life, it's just the other people around that admire your beautiful wife that you didn't.

"Hello?" she calls again.

The woman slowly turns around to face you and your eyes widen like saucers, in shock to see your wife's long, lustrous hair cut in short like a wolf cut.

"Hi, love." Billie started. Staring at her wife's astounded expression.

"Hey." You mumbled, eye furrowed, looking directly at her.

They could hear the padding of little feet running into the kitchen. "Hi mummy!" Bea greeted you, hugging your midsection. You looked down and gasped. Your daughter has short hair now too.

What the hell?!

The behind, a chubby little hand tugged on your pants, as if you weren't feeling a wave of shock enough, your darling boy's curls are gone too.

"We got a haircut!" Bea exclaimed to her mummy.

"I can see that," was all you could reply to your daughter, eyes back to your now short haired wife.

"You wike, mummy?" The boy asks you adorably.

Kneeling in front of your kids, running your hand through their hair. "Hi buddy, can you please help your brother sit on the sofa in the lounge and watch T.V?" You asks, kissing both of them on their round cheeks.

"Let's go, Kai." The six-year-old said, holding her little brother's hand

Now it was just you and your wife in the kitchen.

"I see you and the kids had a spa day." You said, walking close to where Billis is standing by the counter.

Billie chews on her lower lip, tilting her head down. Sad, thinking that what if you don't like how she looks. "Yeah. You don't like my hair, do you? I-I can go back to the salon tommorow and ask if I could get hair extensions or something-"

Full lips cut her rambling short, kissing her deeply. Billie closes her eyes when she feels long fingers tugging on her shoulders, toned arms locking her closer to you. She couldn't help but moan into the kiss, returning her wife's kisses with fervour.

When they pulled away, Billie's anxiousness dissipated. "I thought you didn't like this new look."

"God, baby. Even if you shave your hair bald, I don't care. You'd still look beautiful. This hair looks sexy. Though I'll miss playing with your long hair, I love this. Fuck, I even thought that there's another woman in my kitchen wearing my wife's shirt."

Billie looped her arms around your waist, their faces, nose, and mouth touching. "Well, this hair is of use then. What do you say about role playing when Claudia takes the kids this weekend? Where it's just you and me. Anything you like,". She whispered, before leaning in one more time for a deeper and hungrier kiss.

"Mummy! Kai and I are hungwy!!!" they hear Bea yelled by the lounge, making the parents stop making out in the kitchen.

Both women chuckled at their daughter. "Now, wifey, can you fill me in on why suddenly my boy's beautiful curls and my daughter's long hair are now chopped off, and she now has bangs that led you into cutting your hair short as well?"

"Well, it started when your daughter thought it would be super cool to have Auntie Claudia's hair..."

[secretl1fe0fm3]

13, Billie and reader at a movie premiere

dress - billie eilish x fem!reader

prompt #13: “i could lift up your dress right now, and no one would even notice.”

warnings: smut, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, fingering(r!receiving), dom!billie

18+ minors dni!!!

The flashing lights were blinding, cameras snapping relentlessly as Billie guided you down the red carpet, her hand firm on the small of your back.

You good, babe?” she murmured, leaning in as the reporters shouted her name.

You nodded, pressing a little closer to her side. The attention was overwhelming, but Billie thrived in it. She gave them a smirk, waved for a few more photos, and then you both slipped inside the theater, leaving the chaos of the flashing lights behind.

The inside was dimly lit, all velvet seats and gold accents, filled with guests chatting. Billie pulled you down a quieter aisle, leading you toward your reserved spots. The moment you sat, her fingers found your thigh, her nails lightly scratching against the fabric of your dress.

“You look so fucking good tonight,” she whispered, voice low. “You like being here with me?”

You swallowed, nodding, your pulse quickening at the way her touch lingered on your thigh. “Of course I do.”

The massive screen in front of you remained dark, only the soft glow of the projector flickering to life as the film was about to start. Everyone took their seats, settling in as the lights dimmed fully, enveloping you in darkness as the film began.

Billie’s thumb traced slow, lazy circles over the silk fabric of your dress, your thighs clenched instinctively. Her fingers inched higher, slipping beneath the hem, her touch deliberate.

She leaned in, her voice a teasing whisper against your ear. “I could lift up your dress right now, and no one would even notice.”

A jolt of heat shot through you. The theater was dark now, everyone’s attention glued to the screen. But the knowledge that you weren’t alone, in privacy, made your pulse race.

Your thighs pressed together, and Billie let out a quiet chuckle.

“You want me to?” she murmured, her fingers already sliding higher.

You swallowed hard, nodding, your body betraying you as you shifted just enough to give her access. Billie didn’t waste time as her fingers found the edge of your panties, teasing the lace, her touch light.

“Fuck, baby,” she muttered under her breath, feeling how warm and soaked you were. “Already so wet.”

Your grip on the armrest tightened as she pressed a single finger against your clothed heat, applying just enough pressure to your clit to make your teeth dig into your bottom lip, stifling a moan.

“You like this, don’t you?” she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Knowing I could have you right here, and no one would ever know.”

A quiet whimper slipped past your lips, quickly swallowed by the sounds of the movie playing loudly in the background.

She pushed your panties aside, her fingers finding your slick folds. She groaned softly, only for you to hear as her breathing picked up.

“Fuck,” she whispered, slipping a finger inside you.

Your eyes fluttered shut, the stretch making your thighs tremble. Billie was slow, teasing you with lazy thrusts of her ring clad finger.

“Keep quiet,” she murmured, her thumb circling your clit with precision. “Can’t have anyone hearing, pretty girl.”

You nodded desperately, gripping her wrist as her finger continued to thrust inside you. Your hips bucked up gently as the pressure on your clit increased.

Someone chuckled in the row ahead, shifting in their seat, eyes glued to the screen. Your breath caught, the reality of the moment sending a shiver up your spine.

Billie chuckled, noting your reaction. “That turn you on?”

You could barely respond, your lower stomach coiling tighter with every stroke.

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?” she whispered, her fingers curling just right.

Your back arched slightly, your grip tightening on her wrist as your orgasm crashed over you without warning at her words. You barely swallowed down a moan, your lips parted in a silent cry as your body shuddered through the intense climax.

Billie groaned to herself, feeling you clench around her finger. She pulled her digit out of you gently, bringing her glistening finger to her lips, sucking on it.

“Sweetest fuckin’ thing,” she muttered, smirking.

Your chest was still rising and falling quickly as the movie continued playing. Billie leaned back in her seat, her hand casually resting on your thigh like nothing had just happened.

She glanced over at you, her voice laced with amusement.

“Now sit back and enjoy the movie, baby.”

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[thebluediner]

a/n: I'm gifting you this in the mean time

JEALOUSY JEALOUSY

there she goes getting jealous again. you didn't what the fuck was up with billie these past couple of weeks but she was getting anxious and agitated by people who are around you a lot.

it started at her albumn listening event. you were in the vip section and a couple of her influencer friends we're bundled up around you and you guess one of them got too close and she saw the whole thing.

then, next time it was at the grocery store when you both decided to go in but billie , who wanted to be extra careful ,wore a full incognito fit. when you reached the cashier they unfortunately started flirted, asking basic questions like what's your name , age, are you single and all that shit ,which she shut down by pulling you close by the waist before handing over her black card to pay.

the other time was when a delivery guy came to deliver a couple of boxes over to your house. the awfully old man complimented whatever you were wearing and wished you a beautiful day and of-course billie heard all of it since she was a couple of feet away ,in your kitchen.

now you're at an after party together well until she departs to greet a few of her past friends. the moment she left some guy, probably a producer, took it to his advantage to approach you. you looked at him like he was dumb whilst he raved on about whatever his job was ,how rich he is and how he could afford you. before you could even stand up for yourself billie came in pretty quickly between y'all giving you a kiss totally shoving the other guy off to god knows where.

but, when her lips left yours you could see it in her eyes she wasn't happy at all. her eyes raked over your body with confliction of emotions.

"should I fuck you so good and mark you up all over for people to not try ?" she asks in a way she didn't need an answer she already made up her mind.

and that's how you ended up in her car with the seats pushed back with you on straddling her lap. your legs were parted to settle on her perfectly while her mouth attacked your neck with purple marks and bites that wanted to be seen and appreciated the next day.

your whines and groans were loud with no shame. your body leaned into billie wanting her every fiber on you. her kisses sloppy and gnawing didn't stop on your neck but travelled lower to your chest marking you well enough to even brand you at this point.

her hands groped your breasts through the fabric of your dress tracing your figure down to you panties. her hands travelled underneath your dress cupping your pussy making you gasp at her action.

"who does this pussy belong to mmh?" her raspy voice questions expecting an answer.

"you, it belongs to you " you call out your head tilting to the side your need for her clouding any critical thinking.

''doesn't feel like it these days though princess'' billie pouted her eyes searching for yours. she was a menace you thought how could she say that like her fingers weren't slipping in your folds.

''uh...i'm sorry'' you managed to get out with your back arching towards her. you felt her fingers swim in you before she inserts one finger then another causing a pornographic cry to escape your lips.

''what are apologising for mama mmh .it isn't your fault that you're so sexy is it?'' billie's silky voice asks you with innocence draped all over it like she wasn't going to start pumping her fingers in you.

you shriek upon the unexpected wave of pleasure making you whip your head back as your hand tries to find anything to hold onto. billie's free hand wraps around your waist as support bringing you closer to her.

''tell me i'm the only one that matters'' billie instructs her eyes glued to yours, the ones you could barely keep open with all the stimulation you're experiencing.

''y-you're...the only one... baby please'' you string out regardless of the struggle. billie's hands were curled inside of you rubbing just the right spaces.

''tell me nobody fucks you like me '' billie commands once again biting her lip with her brows furrowed focusing on pleasing you

'' nobody... does bil...faster please '' you manage to get out. your body unconsciously bouncing on her fingers trying to ride them and get as much stimulation you can.

'' you're so fucking hot baby ugh should've fucked you in-front of all them '' another string of whines slip out from you at her dirty words.

you were so close she could feel it. you walls started getting tighter around her fingers making it harder for her to reach deeper but your pussy made such unholy sounds, she loved it.

''i'm gonna cum baby .fuck fuck fuck'' you told her your voice getting higher with every word so when the orgasm finally hitted you screamed letting your head hide in billie's neck. your sounds got muffled against her skin leaving you dizzy for a couple of seconds with your thighs trembling as the aftermath.

'' wanna fuck you better when we get home'' billie tells you while she leaves soft kisses on your shoulder.

[gracie-eilish]

💍thinking about thoughtfulness…

“go sit together so you can open some gifts!” your mom called out, pointing towards where billie was setting two chairs next to each other near the front of the room.

you looked up to see billie looking over at you with a soft smile, already sat on a chair.

c’mere!!! she seemed to say, waving you over excitedly with a goofy look on her face until you made your way over to sit.

your person of honor sat off to the side, ready to take down names and gifts in a list for thank you notes billie was sure you’d hand write in a few days.

in between gifts, she’d press a kiss to your cheek or temple. acknowledging the cute excitement you had as you both opened up… well.. pots and pans, dishes, a steamer, some towels.. an air fryer… regular wedding registry things. with of course some sweet bridal/wedding themed gifts mixed in between.

until you reached the last one. tucked away behind all the other ones, in a pretty decorated bag. gold embellishments on it making it seem bridal.

it was a cute assortment of gifts. matching jewelry trays for both of your rings to sit in at night, cheesy matching mrs. and mrs. mugs and tea towels, a gold decorated photo frame for assumingely a wedding photo to soon reside, and a small velvet box at the bottom.

billie subtly let you take the bag into your lap, to reach down to grab the box, watching you with a loving eye. you set the bag aside and leaned over to open it with billie.

inside resided a ring. not just any ring. the ring. the one you had dreamt up in your head, combining pinterest photos, and wedding magazine clippings, customizing the ring you wanted.

and there it was staring back at you. and it was real. not some dream.

billie sat back in her chair a bit, happily smirking at you. you both had proposed to each other without rings on a whim, caught up in emotion and love and longing, not bothering to wait for rings or rose petals or candles. just wanting each other.

“you like it baby?” billie purred, her arm wrapping around the back of your chair as you looked up at her with wide glassy eyes.

“what is it?” someone called out curiously.

“it’s their ring.” billie replied proudly, eyes not leaving yours. your friends and family all melted. everyone knew you guys didn’t propose with rings, and all assumed you’d both just go to the jewelry store and pick out rings together. so this was a total surprise that she had it ready to go for your wedding shower.

“billie i.. i don’t know what to say.”

“you don’t have to say anything. just let me put it on your pretty little finger.”

and you did.

it slipped on like a dream. you couldn’t get over how she remembered every detail perfectly. the stone, the cut, the carats, the sizing, the band, the color…

as you lay together in bed that night, you snuggled up to her side and let your left hand rest on her chest, allowing the diamond to sparkle in the moonlight.

“did you really buy us all that cheesy matching crap just to surprise me with my ring today?” you asked, a wide smile growing on your face.

“um excuse me, i don’t think they’re crap if the towels are already hanging in the kitchen missy,” she teased scrunching her nose at your sheepish smile. “and yes, yes i did buy a bunch of matching crap just to surprise you.” both of you burst into giggles.

“well it’s perfect billie. i can’t get over how you remembered everything.”

she just smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “i wouldn’t dream of buying you anything else baby. i mean, this is literally you in a ring.”

she took your hand softly, leaving delicate kisses on your knuckles.

“this is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever worn.” she whispered, fingers still entwined, running her thumb over your hand, making you blush furiously.

“and i can’t wait to marry you my love.”

i’m not back yet. just couldn’t get this idea out of my head:)

[oofmybad]

Pushing it

synopsis: you come back from a run looking particularly… appealing. so billie fucks you how she wants to.

warnings: dom!billie x fem!reader, all smut, light choking, strap on, rough (ish) sex, spitting, i think that’s everything

a/n: i am looking respectfully 👀 not proofread, i wrote this in like 10 minutes, oops. inspired by @naturesapphic’s “pressure”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

you walk up to the front door, your chest heaving, breath panting in and out of your lungs. you pull your keys out of your sports bra and twist them in the doorknob. opening the door, you enter into your girlfriend’s home and close the door behind you.

you bend over to unlace your running sneakers and pull them from your feet. as you pull off the second shoe suddenly your body is being repeatedly thrusted forward, strange hands are tightly gripping your hips. you quickly place your hand on the wall to steady yourself, and call out, “bil, what the fuck?!”

“you look so sexy, baby” billie continues pounding her hips into your clothed ass from behind. her rabid actions (and the strap poking against you) making her intentions clear. you look up at her with a grimace on your face, but billie sees right through it. she knows you’re horny, too - you always are after working out.

billie hooks her pointer finger under the hem of your compression shorts, pulling away and letting go, the spandex slapping against your soft thigh. “you know i can’t help myself when you wear these shorts” billie mumbles, her palm roughly rubbing your ass cheek. her grip on you is so tight that her hand spreads your ass cheeks apart, the strap rubbing you through billie’s jeans, which causes you to whimper slightly.

you stand up, trying to gain control over yourself, your body now flush against the front of billie, “let me shower first” you try and convince billie. but by the way your head is dipping back against billie’s shoulder, she knows you’re not even convinced of your own words.

billie tightly grabs both of your hips and shifts them around so that your body spins to face her. she taps the back of your thighs, coaxing you to jump up and wrap your legs around her. you lightly yelp, now feeling the covered strap press against your core. billie just chuckles into your ear as she begins to walk upstairs with you. with every step billie climbs, the strap rubs further and further against you. you begiin to grind against billies hips, her fingers digging into the back of your thighs.

suddenly, the two of you are dropping down onto the bed, billie’s hands catching herself so she doesn’t fall onto you. “so pretty underneath me, mama” billie groans against your ear, her hips jutting into yours. you can only moan in reply. billie pulls her body away from you, her hands trailing down your body and taking two handfuls of your short’s waistband. a searing ripping sound echoes through the room, either half of your booty shorts in each of billie’s hands, a contented expression on her face.

“those were my favorite!” you yell in a laugh. “fuck the shorts, i’ll buy you twenty more.” billie says as she undoes her belt buckle and the zip on her jeans. she lowers her boxer’s waistband below the strap, the faux dick standing erect infront of your aching core. you clench around nothing at the sight of billie’s careless actions - loving when she treats you like a toy made for her pleasure.

you feel two cold fingers push against your clit for only a moment. billie dips her head to your core, spitting on you to help her while she stretches you out, her fingers dipping in and out of you.

“can i be rough with you, mama?” billie asks, her face only a mere inch from your dripping pussy. you nod eagerly, your pussy clenching again at the thought of it. billie’s tattoed hand reaches up and wraps around your throat “you know i need to hear you say it, princess” billie says, her fingertips digging into the side of your neck.

“yes” you moan out from the pressure. billie’s right hand recoils from your pussy, and grabs the base of the strap, using her hold to rub the tip along your slit. “fuck” you whimper, your head falling back on the bed.

like that was the last straw, billie loses control and slams the strap into your hole, immediately stretching you out. “fuck!” now you yell, your pussy stretching around the strap - stinging so good.

billie keeps her hips against yours allowing you to adjust for a moment. billie lets go of your throat, her hand pushing into the matress to hold her body up. now feeling you loosen around her, billie begins to thrust in and out of you at a fast speed - each grunt leaving her mouth lands on your ears, each pant fanning your shoulder.

“fuck… you’re so tight, princess” billie grunts, her hand moving to lay on your lower stomach. she pushes down above your core, feeling for where the strap is inside of you. “unh, unh!” you moan (yell) from the added pressure, feeling the strap tickle your cervix, your g-spot trapped between billie’s hand and her dick.

billie begins to thrust into you with more vigour, her hips moving harsher now - slamming into your pussy. you hear the metal of her belt buckle rattling mixed with the sound of your skin slapping against eachother with each thrust. “dont stop” you whimper, tears forming in the corners of your eyes - the pleasure is just too much.

“don’t cum until i tell you to” billie demands, “you hear me?” billie continues. overwhelmed with pleasure, all you can do is moan, unable to answer your girlfriend. unsatisfied with your disobedience, billie softly slaps the side of your face then grabs your face in one hand, “look at me”, she demands.

your eyes shoot open and search for billie’s. “i said-“ billie’s hand wraps around your throat again - her fingers dipping into your neck and her harsh thrusts persisting, “don’t cum until i say so… got it?”

“yes, baby. yes.” you reply, nodding feverishly, scared to break eye contact. “good girl” billie harshly taps your cheek twice, letting you know she’s satisfied.

her stop rutting into you suddenly, “what-?” you begin to speak when billie cuts you off, “face down, ass up, baby.”

without wasting a moment, you flip your body over, the side of your face pressing deep into the matress as billie pulls your hips up towards her own. without warning, billie slams back into you. you moan out again, turning your face into the mattress to muffle your yells. billie uses one of her hands to push down, along your spine, deepening your arch before wrapping a fistful of your hair around her hand and yanking your body up against her own.

“don’t hide, baby, i wanna hear those pretty little moans” billie whispers into your ear, her tongue licking a stripe along your collarbone. “i cant hold on much longer, bil” you whimper, your head falling back against billie’s shoulder as she continues to harshly push into you.

billie’s free hands crawls down your stomach, landing on top of your clit, as she begins to rub tight circles against you - the heel of her palm pressing into your lower stomach and causing you to scream out, “please, baby. i cant hold it any longer.”

“go aheaad, princess, cum all over me” billie says against your neck. not a second later, your coil snaps and you come undone under billie’s pressured touch. billie’s strap continune’s to hit your g-spot from the inside as her hand pushes down on it from the outside - billie’s fingers on your clit taking you over the edge. you stutter against billie, your legs barely keeping you up, a low whine leaving your lips as you ride out your high.

as soon as you’re finished, billie lets go of your hair, making your body fall flat on the matress - billie pulling out as you do. you lay there, used and exhausted from the pleasure.

billie clambers off of the bed and walks over to the ensuite, taking off the strap and disgarding it in the bath to deal with at another time. she pickes up a soft flannel, coating it in warm water from the tap. she walks back over to you on the bed and lightly strokes your back, “turn around baby, lemme clean you up” she coos.

you follow her directions and turn around, your kees spread apart so that billie can press the flannel against your core. “you did so well for me, pretty girl” billie comments as she leaves a soft kiss to your temple. you smile adoringly at her soft gesture - it so starkly contrasting her behaviour not even a minute ago.

“i love you baby, such a good girl for me”

“i love you more, bil” you reply, your eyelids fluttering shut - you’ve had two different ‘workouts’ in the last hour.

“not a chance” billie quips as she walks back to the bathroom.

[stvrnioloslvt]

Guitar shredding and flirty eyes - B.E.

▸ (18+) ꒰billie × fem!singer!reader꒱ pt.1 - 3k words

▸ a.n: I know, not sturniolo related, I explained everything in this post. don't like? don't read!

⌞Or: how you helped your friend Billie write her new song: Lunch. For the sake of the story I ask you to imagine that Lunch isn’t part of the HMHAS album.⌝

When Billie had asked you to go on tour with her, you couldn’t believe your ears. Surely, you had heard wrong, right?

-C’mon babygirl, just once… please? I want to play the guitar with you at the end of happier than ever, pretty please?- she had begged over the phone, morphing her voice in a slightly whiny tone, knowing that it would have you folding in half in no time.

You weren’t scared of the stage – not necessarily, at least. As a singer yourself, you had had your good dose of performances already, full sold out stadiums and such. Yet, you knew people bought tickets to see you at your own concert, not at someone else’s… so what if they hated it? 

Of course, she had managed to convince you to join her for the four nights in Brisbane, but you had been crystal clear in regards – only those four nights, not one more. She had agreed, celebrating her small victory, rambling on and on about how happy she was that she could play the end of the song with the producer of the instrumental herself – you. And you sighed, excitement slowly coming to the surface with all your nerves, praying that you wouldn’t regret your choice. 

You and Billie had met some years before when she was already winning awards after awards and you had just emerged as “the new promise of the pop world”. You hated that title people had been assigning to you, not because you were ungrateful or hated the attention – it was the high expectations put on you that you couldn’t bear carrying, weighing on your shoulders like a bag full of bricks that filled out more and more step after step. Anyway, as much as you hated the expectations, you had to admit that you did have something in you different from all the others, otherwise your instant fame wouldn’t make any sense at all. But what surprised you the most was that Billie, the Billie Eilish, known to be extremely picky with the people she worked with, reached out to you first when creating her new album after having worked with you years prior to just some of her songs. To say you were honored was an understatement. Most importantly, you were thrilled. And working with Billie had been as inspiring as you could imagine. Her new album was her newborn child just as much as it was yours too with the amount of songs you helped write and produce. Quickly, you became more than just colleagues, you were… friends. Yeah, good friends. 

Finally, the first night came. Billie was going fucking insane on the stage, and the cheers were so loud that it was difficult to hear one another in the backstage. You stood under the manhole waiting for the exact time to pop on stage, grasping your guitar tightly. Adrenaline ran at high speed in your veins, your fingers shaking in anticipation. You jumped up and down a couple times to release some tension, stopping to let the makeup artist fix last minute details on your face. The sound technician came up to you, fixing the small mic attached to the neck of your guitar before patting your shoulders in an encouraging manner. You closed your eyes as soon as a voice in the background yelled “one minute left!”, breathing in and out deeply. 

The first note of Billie’s guitar reached your ears, and that was your clue to get on stage. All the people and staff around you cheered loudly as the platform under your feet rose slowly, making you appear inch by inch on stage, holding your guitar over your head with the biggest smile on your face. You couldn’t help it – as much as nerves were eating you alive while backstage, the loud cheering coming from all angles of the stadium immediately gave you a rush of adrenaline, and you were more than ready to drink in the whole atmosphere. 

You played like you’ve never before, yours and Billie’s guitars harmonizing with each other like they came to life just for this moment, the already loud cheering getting louder when Billie kneeled on the ground, shredding her blue guitar like her life depended on it. She was an absolute beast on stage, all charisma and flirtatious manners, her whole stance while playing screaming “I’m the main character, look at me”. And how could you not? How could you even think about peeling your eyes off her when she lured you in without saying anything at all? 

You kneeled in front of her, following her movements as she bent backwards, her head almost touching the ground with how low she could go, and your body slightly bent over hers – not too much, you didn’t want to risk losing balance and ruining the performance. Your fingers ached with the way the strings of your guitar pressed in your flesh, but you pushed all thoughts aside as the last few seconds of the song came up. Eyebrows scrunched in concentration, beads of sweat rolling off your temples both because you were jumping around stage until a few seconds ago and because of the heat propagated by the fire shooters at every few meters of the stage, you made the mistake of rising your gaze from your guitar to Billie — and oh. Oh, you were fucked. 

The girl in front of you eyed you up and down, all flirty eyes and intense gaze, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. Your breath caught in your throat at that look, and you were sure it could be read all over your face how surprised and flustered you really were. Billie chuckled huskily at that, her eyes never leaving yours, teeth scraping softly her bottom lip for a brief second while she analyzed you, a weird, dangerous glim sparkling in her eyes. You gulped, trying to recompose yourself as quickly as you had slipped up, holding her gaze with a hint of challenge in it. Billie shook her head, clearly amused by your switch of demeanor, gliding her fingers over the chords of her guitar as the last note of the song reverberated through the stadium. 

The crowd erupted in euphoric screams, chanting the names of the both of you, pulling you out of the bubble Billie unknowingly put you in. You got up, a small oof coming out of your mouth as the girl in front of you grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the center of the stage in light’s speed, fake-bowing at your feet. You shook your head – chuckling embarrassed, extending your arms to wave to the crowd before bowing four times – each time to a different side of the arena – in sign of respect and gratitude for the warm welcome the crowd had greeted you with. 

-Everyone,- began Billie, talking loudly into her mic, -you have no idea how hard it was to get her to come-. She laughed loudly at your not so subtle -fuck you- picked up by her mic, echoing on the walls. The crowd laughed at your little bickering, and you had to resist with all your might to not curse her out again as embarrassment creeped up your neck.

-Jokes aside,- she continued, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, -this album wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for her,- her hand lightly squeezed your shoulder and she lovingly bumped her head against yours, -that’s why it was so important for me to have her here. Thank you, y/n-.

⋆

Holy shit.

That’s the only thing that went over and over in your mind as you were taken from the stadium to the luxurious hotel you were staying in. The reason? Oh, the reason had a whole name: Billie motherfucking Eilish. If you naively thought even for a mere second that the whole “thing” on the stage was just an act, boy were you proven wrong. Cause from the moment you both had stepped foot in the backstage, she made sure to make her intentions very clear. Were you complaining? Absolutely not. Let’s be honest, who in their right mind would? Yet, you felt like you were a band ready to snap at any given moment, the sexual tension running thick between you two. It wasn’t necessarily her actions that made you realise just how much she craved you, but rather her gaze, so dominant yet needy; subtle touches that lingered a little more than necessary, burning your skin wherever her fingers touched you; whispered sentences that held the weight of hidden innuendos in them, making you turn wild. 

That night, you and Billie were taken to the hotel in the same crazy expensive car. She had walked towards it before you, getting comfortable on the seats while you finished packing up your things backstage. Once you were done and had made sure that you got everything, you left the stadium and walked towards the car, trying your best to not let the flashing lights of paparazzi blind your eyes. Immediately, the car door was opened and you were rushed in, breathing out a sigh of relief once it snapped shut behind you, the tinted windows blocking the view to anyone outside the vehicle.  

You slumped back on the seat, muttering annoyed something along the lines of -jeez, do they know that those things could lead you to blindn–

Your words died in your mouth as you finally turned your head towards the girl in front of you, who was observing you like you were the most interesting thing in the world. You took her appearance in, eyeing her up and down shamelessly: she sat with her legs spread apart, one hand resting lazily on the crotch of her jeans while the other laid across the backseat. She lolled her head to the side at your silence, amusement written all over her face. -What’s wrong, pretty girl?- she questioned, the same smirk from before taking place on her lips again. A shaky exhale left your lungs at her flirty tone, shifting in your seat as you tried to ignore the clear effect she was having on you. You didn’t even notice that you had fixed your posture, you back staying straight and tense, until Billie pointed it out. -You’re tense. Nervous?- 

You shook your head, maybe too weak than what you had meant for, following her with your eyes hypnotised as she got up and sat next to you. She reached her hand, slowly putting a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your jaw. You held your breath at the proximity, your eyelashes fluttering as she traced your bottom lip with her thumb. -Such a pretty girl,- she mused, gently pulling your bottom lip down before letting it go. You moved closer, an almost imperceptible movement that didn’t go unnoticed by Billie. She smiled, letting her hand fall from your jaw to your nape. -C’mon, babygirl, come get what you want-.

Immediately after the car stopped, having arrived at the destination. She pulled away, whispering a quick warning -there’s paparazzi outside- before sitting back on her previous seat, just in time for your managers to open the door and let the blinding lights from paparazzi in the vehicle. People outside shouted both of y’all’ names, trying to get your attention while you headed for the hotel main door. As soon as you got inside you breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling your shoulders relax. Your manager handed you your key to the suite, reminding you that your suitcases were already there with everything you needed. You nodded, thanking them before heading towards the elevator. Your finger stopped mid air when another hand reached from behind you to press the “call” button, gently pushing you inside and repeatedly clicking the “close doors” button. 

You tried to ignore your heart thrumming in your chest at Billie’s vicinity, her hand still laying on your lower back to hold you close to her. -Wanna stay at mine?- she asked, her other hand coming up to stroke your cheek lovingly. You couldn’t help yourself, your eyes kept dropping continuously from her piercing blue eyes to her full lips, your self control slowly giving in.

Fuck it.

You closed the gap between you two, your lips brushing together for a few seconds before Billie deepened the kiss, the band inside you finally snapping as you reciprocated it with passion. 

A ding echoed from the speakers, the doors opening excruciatingly slow. Billie pulled you towards the door of her suite, rushing to open it. You entered the room right after her, and immediately she shut the door behind you, pushing you against it. She latched her lips onto yours again, slipping her leg between yours to give you the sweet relief you needed. A soft gasp left your mouth as the girl in front of you squeezed your hips, guiding you to grind back and forth on her leg. You couldn’t keep in your soft moans, your cheeks tinted red in embarrassment at your arousal pooling in your panties. -Billie,- you whispered, voice shaky. Billie replied with a -hm?-, trailing kisses down your neck. Her hands digged harder in your flesh, trying with all her might to not cover you in purplish bruises visible to anyone. 

-I…- you stuttered, catching her attention. She pulled back, coming face to face with you to look at you in your eyes. -What’s wrong, babygirl?- concern laced her question, worry leaking from her gaze. You swallowed the lump constricting your throat, murmuring -I’ve never– I’ve never…-

-Never been with a woman before?- she concluded for you. -Never been with anyone,- you admitted timidly, squeezing your eyes shut. 

-Look at me, baby- she cooed, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. You looked back at her, pulling a smile on her face. -Good girl. It’s alright. We’ll do what you’re comfortable with and we can stop anytime. Sounds good?-

You nodded, whispering a grateful -thank you- before wrapping your arms around her neck, pulling her in for another kiss. Billie chuckled darkly as an idea popped up in her mind, the sound swallowed by your mouth. -Come,- she said, grabbing your hand to lead you towards the table at the centre of the room. She lifted you up easily, laying you on the table. You looked at her confused, tilting your head to the side in a silent question. -Can I?- she asked, tugging at the button of your jeans. You nodded, and Billie wasted no time in tugging them down your legs, throwing them somewhere on the ground. Her breath hitched at the sight of the obvious wet patch on your underwear, her hands keeping your thighs open, preventing you from closing them. 

-Billie,- you whined, torn between the want to cover yourself and the need to feel her body on you. -I know babygirl, I know. May I?- her thumb traced small circles over the fabric of your panties, enjoying the way your body shuddered under hers. -Oh, f– please,- you pleaded, hips grinding desperately against her hand to get more friction. She hummed satisfied at your response, her hands momentarily leaving you to put her hair up in a quickly done ponytail. She kicked the chair next to her towards herself, sitting down before circling your thighs with her arms, pulling you closer to the edge of the table. 

-Such a pretty lacy thong you got here, it’s a shame I like it better ruined,- she uttered, fingers hooking under it and pulling it to the side, revealing your glistening folds to the room. A whispered -fuck- left her lips before her head dipped low, her tongue licking a stripe up tentatively to check your reaction. At your broken moan and fingers locking in her hair she chuckled pleased, going back to her ministrations as she lapped at your juices, dragging them up to your clit before sucking on it hard. A whimper left your lips, your hold on her hair tightening as your back arched off the cold table. Billie’s hands kept you pressed against the surface, her eyes closed in delight, trying to memorise the way you sounded in that moment, so desperate and needy and broken thanks to her. 

-Fuck, Billie,- you whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt Billie’s fingers press to your leaking hole, pushing inside and curling just right to have you see stars behind your eyelids. You panted, crying out in pleasure, your climax building up in full speed before it came down crashing you, leaving you in a wrecked state – thighs shaking, hips raised so high you could almost grind on her face, broken whimpers echoing in the room. She gently pulled her fingers out, wrapping her lips around them as she licked them clean. -Mmh,- she hummed, -you taste so good, baby- she praised you, hovering over your spent body to kiss you softly.

-Think you can handle more?-

© stvrnioloslvt

▸ a.n: so uh, yeah. I got carried away, got intimidated by the amount of words and had to wrap it up before i decided to delete it completely. anyway, there will be a pt.2! thank you for reading!

[imhappierthanever]

Billie’s Old House (Part II)

You breathed in the fresh morning air and your girlfriend’s scent you loved so much welcoming in a new day. You felt her arms wrapped around you from underneath the blanket. You felt her light breaths in your neck, and the closeness of her bare body against yours. You lie so close to each other, never separating for too long. Always wanting to be together as much as possible.

You didn’t want to wake her, but you knew you both had a long day ahead and probably needed to get going sooner rather than later. You ran your hand behind you, searching for her face, letting your fingers lightly train across it. “Baby.” You cooed softly, feeling her stir and her grip tighten on you. “It’s time to get up my love.” She groaned squeezing you even more before letting her hands explore you.

Her warm fingers danced delicately along your stomach before giving your breasts a squeeze, earning a soft moan from you. You almost forgot where you were as you whispered her name, getting pulled back into your own little world with her.

Her fingers moved back down, right down to your core whilst she placed feather light kisses on your shoulder. “My god, baby. All of this for me?“ she whispered directly into your ear before licking it, biting down softly as she spread your wetness. “I could drown in you. You’re so fucking wet.” Billie sent shivers down your spine, making you melt into her hand as she pleasured you, making you feel so good already.

“That’s it baby. Keep taking my fingers. Just like that.” She said as you began to fall apart beneath her fingertips, moans and whimpers leaving your lips. Once again forgetting where you had been.

“Gotta stay quiet for me, pretty girl.” She murmured, grinding against you as she herself was getting caught up in the moment. The feeling of you and you’re most intimate parts in her hands, the feeling of your body trembling as she whispered sweet nothings in your ear, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, pushing you over. Your mouth hung open, inviting her in as she tossed her tongue in your mouth, immediately winning the battle for dominance. You were absolute putty in her hands.

You bit down on her tongue as her fingers found that spongy spot in you that made you forget anything but Billie. Your nipples were hard as she rolled them between her fingers switching from left to right. Your stomach was tighter than ever, the feeling becoming overwhelming. You let your hand squeeze your breast before hearing her growl lowly in your ear. “Move your hand, baby. Let me keep touching you.” You did as she wanted you to, letting your fingers fist the pillow instead. “You’re so close aren’t you? So close to letting go for me.”

You couldn’t deny that you were. You clenched around her fingers enjoying everything she was giving you. “That’s my girl. Always taking me so well.”

“Oh- Billie…I’m -“

“So close, baby? Let go for me. Give me everything. Want to feel you.” She said quickening her pace before you obeyed, being her good girl as always. You could feel her smile against your neck as she held you close to her body, bringing you back down to earth.

“My pretty girl.” You heard her say into your hair, inhaling, taking in as much of you as she could before helping you to stand, throwing her oversized shirt back over your head and grabbing one for herself doing the same. She grabbed your hand and led you out of her room and to the bathroom quickly, shutting the door.

She didn’t ask if you wanted to shower together because she already knew the answer. You would never turn her down.

You watched Billie take off her shirt, placing it on the counter before running the water, testing it with her hand. Not being able to help yourself, you wrapped your body around hers, kissing her back softly, still feeling blissed out in somewhat in a daze. “Is it hot enough?” You whispered onto her back before she turned around, pulling you into the shower with her to find out. It was perfect but nothing of course has been more perfect than she was.

She pressed her body against yours, fingers grazing your cheeks as your eyes found each others.”let me take care of you.” You said beginning to lower your body, but she only made you stand, coming back to her. “When we get home we can finish. But for now let’s just shower hmm? Cmon I’ll help you.” She said turning your body, pressing your back into her care once again as your head fell on her shoulder.

She chuckled slightly, laughing at you. “Still coming down huh, my little bunny?” You nodded smiling as her fingers gently massaged your scalp. “I know, baby. Just wait till we get back to our home.”

You and Billie both managed to clean each other even in the heat of the moment. And you somehow managed to avoid detection from anyone in Billie’s family. Once you were dressed you made your way downstairs, joining Finneas and Claudia on the sofa.

“Morning you two.” Claudia said giggling, falling into Finneas. “Could you two have been any louder?” He said obviously disgusted.

Billie smirked, pulling you into her lap before wrapping her arms around you as her chin rested on your shoulder. “Which time?” She asked smirking as your face lit up.

“Last night. We were trying to sleep and couldn’t hear anything else but you guys. I could live my whole life without hearing my sister being called daddy or without my sister telling you what a naughty girl you are.”

“Oh my god.”You covered your face, trying to hide the red colour that was taking over it. You hadn’t even said those things loudly and they still heard. Why did they have to share a wall anyways? You thought to yourself before hearing your girlfriend laughing.

“I know what my girl likes. What can I say?” Billie said pulling your hands away from your face, kissing your cheek sweetly, trying to take away some of your embarrassment. Just in time for the second wave of it as Billie’s mother came down, her face also red, eyes wide.

“Let me guess. You heard too?” Billie asked her own cheeks finally beginning to flush a little. She didn’t say anything as she headed to the kitchen before asking what she could make for everyone for breakfast.

Her silence was loud enough. Too bad you guys couldn’t just manage the same you thought to yourself as you jumped up, pulling Billie along with you to help Maggie. Maybe you could all forget or at the very least, just put it behind you. Eventually.

[domxmarvel]

I’d let you guess 

Masterlist

Pairing: Billie eilish x Female!Reader

'Y/N likes boys but she knows I’d hit it'

Billie had changed the lyrics during one of her shows,you were her friend for years and despite you being straight you were shipped together. The lyric change was all over social media,the clip of her singing it was going viral. The next show she repeated it again,she would do that at every show with a smirk on her face. She never said anything to you about it directly,but it was clear she hoped you’d say something back. And you wouldn't just take it,you joined her as a surprise guest for her next show. Singing with her until that line. At this point everyone was going off, the fans screaming and yelling, her own heart was pounding out of her own chest. She looked right at you,biting her lip.

"Y/N likes boys but she knows I’d hit it" she smirked at you as she sang those words. You lifted your own mic.

"Billie knows I'm straight but she knows I'd let her hit" The crowd gasped and went silent for a second as you said that,but swiftly went crazy while Billie slowly turned to look at you with her mouth open. As the song ended, the two of you walked off of the stage and she quickly pushed you up against a wall out of eye sight from everyone. You froze up,not expecting her to do this. She smirked and put her hand up against the wall next to your head

“What was that back there?” she said in a low voice.

"What? You can't keep saying that about me and not expect me to stay quiet"

“Well I didn’t think you’d be so confident about saying that” she said while keeping a smirk on her face as she looked at you.

"Well you surprised me when you said it first,so I figured now we're even"

“I guess we are,” she said as she moved even closer to you, barely any space apart now. “But I have to admit, I really liked it when you said that” she said as she got closer to your ear, her breath faintly hitting your ear. This was far from over and both of you knew it.

It only took a few hours before the moment had gone viral,with various people talking about it,re-posting it with different captions.

”Billie trying to hint at Y/N. it’s obvious the two have something going on off stage”

”How Billie kept biting her lip throughout the song. She obviously knew what she was doing”

"Y/N coming out as bisexual by saying that is the best thing I’ve ever seen"

"Y/N definitely has to be bisexual after she said that" But people were quick to point out that you never actually came out and maybe to not jump to conclusions. 

“It’s probably all just a publicity stunt”

“Just because they were standing close on stage doesn’t mean that they’re in love”

“I doubt Y/N is bisexual,she’s just Billie’s friend”

“Guys maybe we shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions, they’re just best friends” Shows continued and Billie kept using the line about you,changing it up very slightly. 

"Y/N is straight but everyone knows she’d switch teams for me"

"Y/N likes boys but knows I’m much better"

"Y/N is straight but I know she secretly wants me"

"Y/N likes boys but I think I could change that" The changes only drove the ship further,it was all everyone was talking about, some comments saying you were 100% dating and that you were in fact gay, some saying that it’s all for attention, and some just saying that they ship it. You decided to join her for the last four shows. She changed the line ever so slightly every time,tonight it was.

"Y/N is straight but everyone knows it won't last" she sang with a smirk on her face, her hand gripping the microphone tightly.

"Billie knows I like boys,but she does it better" The whole crowd erupted in yelling and screaming after you said that, the look on Billie’s face was almost unreadable but she seemed impressed at that line. The next night it was another line.

"Y/N likes men, but she knows I do it best” she said with a smirk on her face

"Billie thinks I'm straight but I'd sit on that face" You knew this one was a bit further that the rest but you were getting close to the end of the tour so you amped it up. The crowd went absolutely insane when you said that and the look on Billie’s face showed that she was shocked and amazed, her cheeks were also a bit redder than usual. And that line caused quite a stir all over the internet. 

"Y/N IS 100% BI, NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE"

"I CAN'T EVEN TELL IF THEY'RE DATING OR NOT AT THIS POINT, THAT LINE WAS SO DIRTY"

"THAT LINE REALLY JUST CHANGED EVERYTHING"

"I have no idea if Y/N is straight anymore, that line changed everything"

"Oh my god that line literally almost killed me"

"SHE REALLY SAID THAT IN FRONT OF MILLIONS OF PEOPLE-"

"Guys she literally said she'd sit on Billie's face!!"

"SHE LEGITIMATELY SAID THAT ON STAGE IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE AND BILLIE'S FACE WAS RED"

Even Billie had to say something about that line,after the show she found you backstage and said to you.

"I really liked that line from you" she said as she smirked at you

"Figured you would,amping it up for the last three shows" There were two more shows.

"Well it definitely worked" she said while smirking, her cheeks still a bit pink from the line. "I’ll probably have to top that for the next show" And the next show her line was.

"Y/N likes boys but wants me more" she sang out, her eyes looking right at you.

"Billie thinks I like boys but knows I'd let her hit til the sunrise" Billie’s face went bright red and her hand gripping the microphone was white as a ghost,her knuckles gripping it tight. You put your arm on her side,pulling her in to whisper. "How about one more?"

"Y-yeah" she whispers back, her cheeks going darker if that was even possible. "Y/N likes men but wants me more" she sang, her confidence showing.

"Billie knows I'm straight but I'd let her hit,front and back" The crowd absolutely lost it after that line, she could barely hear herself from all the yelling and screaming, her gaze not leaving yours as you smirked at her. She surprisingly went again.

"Y/N likes boys but she wants me more" she sang more confidently, not daring to look away from you.

"Billie thinks I like boys,but I prefer her hands around my throat" you smirked,knowing it would rile up the crowd which it did. The crowd absolutely went insane, screaming, squealing, yelling your names, and the look on her face was an obvious mix of shock and admiration. "Billie thinks I'm straight,but I'd let her pick my underwear" you referenced it back to the actual song. The crowd was literally losing it as you said that, the look on her face was a mix of shock and almost disbelief, but there was something else in her eyes and you could tell that she was enjoying this just as much as you were.

"Y/n like men but she'd be all mine" she sang, her gaze not leaving yours as she smirked at you.

"Billie thinks I like men but I'd let her take me any time" 

As usual the lines were quickly going viral,the comments flooding in. People commented,mostly about the back and forth between you. The lines you had said driving them crazy.

"The 'Billie thinks I'm straight,but I'd let her pick my underwear' is absolutely crazy"

"Guys 'front and back' front and back???"

"She said she'd let Billie 'hit till the sunrise' she's definitely not straight"

"Y/N's lines😭😭"

"They said it so many times."

"They added multiple lines,I'm so jealous of everyone at that show" 

Everyone was also wondering what the last one would be,what could possibly top this. The last show arrived and every second was spent waiting for that critical moment. The crowd was filled with excitement and anticipation, waiting for the two of you to take the stage, eager to see what would happen during the last show. Billie smirked,confident that she had something good.

"Y/N likes boys but she'd rather have me" she said while winking at you.

"Billie thinks I'm straight,no I'm not" you said louder,it wasn't the dirty line she was used to but you had just come out on stage. "Billie knows I'm not straight but I'm all hers" You looked at Billie,seeing if she wanted to do a back and forth like the previous show. She looked right back at you, the smirk on her face growing as she nodded, signaling that she wanted to do a back and forth once again

"Y/N likes men, but she's mine tonight" she sang, the line making many in the crowed start to freak out, the back and forth between the two of you becoming a huge hit with the fans

"Billie knows I like women,but I'm her girl"

"Y/N knows I'm better, but she loves the chase" She sang, her confidence only increasing with each word, her cheeks still slightly red as she looked at you

"Billie knows I want it,want it all day all night" Billie's cheeks had gone deeper red and she looked at you, she knew she had to think of something even more insane to top that. 

"Y/N wants me, but I want her even more" She sang out, biting her lip as she finished the line, knowing many fans would lose it, and they did. You knew your last line would be a bigger reveal than when you came out a few minutes ago,it would change things. Reveal things you kept hidden,things you were ready to finally tell. 

"Billie knows I like women,but I love her" Billie simply stood there in shock, frozen in place as she stared at you, her cheeks now completely red. The whole crowd went dead silent after you sang that, you could hear a pin drop for a few seconds before the crowd erupted in cheers. She stood there in shock, her brain completely unable to process what you had just said. She knew it would change everything, her feelings and yours, but that's what she wanted, and she had a feeling that you wanted it too. You moved closer to her,leaning to whisper. "I love you" She looked up at you,wide eyes until she finally spoke.

"I love you too,but I’m so making you pay for those lines”

“Looking forward to it” 

[prettyshittywriting]

surprising Billie eilish on tour and eating her like lunch😋 PART2 SMUT!!!

Billie Eilish x fem reader

PART1⬇️⬇️

The hotel room was quiet, the hum of whatever tv show you guys were watching was the only sound filling the space. Billie was curled up against you, her hoodie swallowing her frame as she played absentmindedly with your fingers.

"I can't believe you're actually here," she murmured, voice thick with drowsy contentment. Her green eyes flickered up to meet yours, a lazy smile pulling at her lips.

You chuckled, brushing a stray curl from her face. "Told you I’d surprise you. Didn’t think I’d let you spend all these months on the road without me, did you?"

She hummed, shifting closer, her leg hooking over yours. "I mean, I hoped… but actually seeing you here? Feels kinda unreal."

Your fingers traced slow circles on her thigh, just beneath the hem of her oversized hoodie. "Real enough now?" you teased, watching as a shiver ran through her.

Billie huffed a soft laugh, burying her face in your neck. "You're so annoying," she muttered, but the way she pressed against you told a different story.

You smirked, your fingers drifting higher, just barely brushing over the edge of her shorts. "Oh yeah? You sure about that?"

She gasped softly, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze again. Her eyes were dark now, a challenge glinting behind the affection.

"You keep that up and I'm gonna have to remind you who's in charge around here," she murmured, her fingers now trailing over your waist, her touch just as teasing.

You grinned, leaning in to steal a quick kiss, barely more than a brush of lips. "Who says that's not what i want?"

As your lips touched, Billie's eyes flashed with a spark of mischief. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear. "You want to know who's in charge? Let me show you."

With that, she pulled back and yanked off her hoodie, revealing the curves of her breasts beneath a lacy black bra.

As Billie revealed her lingerie-clad torso, you couldn't help but drink in the sight of her soft, ample breasts barely contained by the delicate lace. Her green eyes bore into yours, brimming with hunger and challenge.

"See something you like?" she purred, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. She trailed a finger along the edge of her bra, her touch teasing and inviting.

"Definitely," you replied, your voice low and thick with desire. You leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, your tongue delving into her mouth with needy abandon.

Billie moaned against your lips, her hands coming up to tangle in your hair, holding you close as she deepened the kiss. Your hands wandered down her back, fingers brushing the clasp of her bra as you explored her curves.

She broke away from the kiss, panting softly. "Bedroom"she demanded, her voice breathy and urgent. "Now."

You needed no further encouragement. Grabbing her hand, you led her to the back of the bus, eager to continue your exploration in private. Once inside the dimly lit room, Billie pushed you onto the bed, straddling your hips with a wicked grin.

"Take it off," she challenged, her hands tugging at your shirt impatiently. You quickly obliged, shrugging off your top and tossing it aside.

Billie took a moment to appreciate your bare skin, her fingers trailing over your breasts, teasing your nipples. She leaned down, capturing one in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as she sucked gently.

"Oh fuck," you gasped, arching into her touch. Your hands slid down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. You could feel the heat of her through her shorts, and it only fueled your desire.

Billie released your nipple with a pop, trailing wet kisses down your stomach. She sat back on her heels, looking up at you through hooded eyes as she slowly undid the button of your jeans.

"Lift your hips," she commanded softly. You complied, allowing her to tug your pants and panties down in one swift motion. Now fully naked, you felt exposed and vulnerable beneath her gaze.

"I missed you" she murmured appreciatively, running her hands up your thighs. "Definitely missed this view." With that, she ducked her head, burying her face between your legs.

You cried out as her tongue met your clit, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Billie lapped at you skillfully, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick flicks of her tongue.

"Shit, Billie" you panted, your fingers threading through her hair, holding her close. "Please, Don't stop."

She obliged, doubling her efforts as she brought you closer and closer to the edge. Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, she slipped two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot.

"Oh god, yes!" you screamed, your hips bucking against her face as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Billie continued her ministrations, drawing out your pleasure until you were a writhing, shaking mess beneath her.

As you came down from your high, Billie kissed her way back up your body, stopping to pay special attention to your breasts once more. You could feel her smile against your skin as she settled beside you.

"Not bad for round one," she whispered, nipping at your earlobe playfully. "But I'm far from done with you."

With a sly grin, she rolled on top of you once more, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You could taste yourself on her tongue, and it only made you want more.

"Is that so?" you challenged breathlessly between kisses. "Well then, what are you waiting for?"

Billie's response was to grind her hips against yours, her core pressing against your sensitive clit. You moaned into her mouth, already feeling the embers of desire begin to spark again.

As she continued to tease you with slow, tortuous movements, you knew you were in for a long, passionate night with your muse. And you couldn't wait to see what other delights she had in store for you.

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I hope the ppl who requested this enjoy it!

first time writing smut so i hope it's good!!

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[jassy2uall]

– Heart Like A Habit 🧡 (pt. 5)

Highschool!Billie Eilish x black fem!reader

“You're the new girl—just trying to survive another school year in a place where you know no one. But then there’s her—Billie Eilish, the infamous heartbreaker and rising star who somehow has you completely hooked, whether you like it or not.”

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Alycia sat in her car in the parking lot, her mind racing with thoughts. She told herself not to get too excited—there was still a chance she and Billie wouldn’t even talk today. There was no reason to feel this giddy... and yet, she couldn’t help it.

“Enough, Alycia. Stop acting foolish and just get today over with.” The words repeated in her head like a broken record as she stepped out of her car and made her way into the school, determined to push her emotions aside.

Alycia’s body stiffened as she gripped the edge of her locker, her eyes flicking to the three girls standing behind her.

Odessa stood in the center, arms crossed, smirking like she had all the time in the world. To her right, Quen mirrored her smug expression, and on her left was a girl Alycia hadn’t seen before—short brown hair, heavy dark eyeliner, and a slightly gothic look.

Great. More of them.

“Hey, new girl,” Odessa drawled, her voice sickly sweet. “That was some game yesterday.”

Alycia exhaled slowly, keeping her cool as she shut her locker with a quiet clank. “Yeah. Tons of fun.”

Quen let out a low chuckle, while the gothic girl simply tilted her head, studying Alycia in silence.

Odessa took a step closer, eyes glinting. “Didn’t take you for such a fighter. Not gonna lie, I was pretty pissed when you got me and Quen out. But then our girl Billie took care of it, and that made my day.”

“I’m so mad I missed that,” the gothic girl muttered, barely above a whisper.

Alycia sighed. “It was just a game, Odessa. And Billie didn’t seem to care nearly as much as you two did.” She glanced between Odessa and Quen before crossing her arms. “Honestly, it felt like you were more focused on getting me out than winning.”

Quen snorted. “Yeah, well, Billie doesn’t always show what she’s thinking.”

The gothic girl finally spoke up, her gaze flickering over Alycia with mild curiosity. “So, what’s your deal? You just move here or something?”

Alycia hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. From Atlanta.”

Odessa hummed, tilting her head. “Atlanta, huh? Guess that explains why you’ve got a little fire in you.”

Alycia held back a sigh. She wasn’t about to let them bait her into whatever game they were playing.

Odessa smirked, her tone turning mockingly sympathetic. “Well, you’ll figure out soon enough how things work around here.” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Just a little advice? Billie might’ve been nice to you yesterday, but don’t get too comfortable. She doesn’t do nice for long.”

Alycia’s stomach twisted, but she forced her face to remain unreadable. “Thanks for the tip,” she said evenly. “But I think I’ll figure things out on my own.”

Odessa studied her for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle. “Suit yourself.” She turned to Quen and the gothic girl. Odessa's smirk widened as she turned back to them. “Where’s Billie now?” she asked, her tone casual—too casual, like she already knew the answer but just wanted to say it out loud for Alycia’s benefit.

Quen grinned, flicking her gaze toward Alycia. “Pretty sure she spent the night at Ava’s place. They’re probably on their way now.”

Alycia felt her stomach drop, but she kept her expression neutral, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a reaction. Still, Odessa studied her closely, like a predator watching for the slightest sign of weakness.

And maybe, just maybe, she caught it.

Because her smirk deepened, and she took a slow step closer. “I cannot wait for gym today,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “It may not be dodgeball, but I have a feeling it’s gonna be way more fun than yesterday.”

She was right in front of Alycia now, eyes locked onto hers, daring her to break.

Alycia clenched her jaw, holding her ground.

“I can’t wait either,” Alycia shot back, fire in her voice.

Odessa’s smirk twitched, just for a second. Barely noticeable—but Alycia caught it.

Before Odessa could respond, a voice cut through the tension.

“What’s going on?”

Alycia knew that voice.

She turned her head, and there was Billie, walking side by side with Ava, her expression curious but unreadable.

Alycia felt her throat go dry.

Alycia’s heart raced as Billie and Ava approached. Billie’s eyes briefly flickered over to Alycia, but before she could say anything, Ava shot a look at the group with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s going on here?” Ava asked, her voice dripping with a hint of superiority, just like Odessa and Quen.

Alycia’s stomach twisted, but before she could even respond, Billie’s gaze snapped toward Ava, her eyes sharp.

“Seriously, Ava?” Billie said, her voice colder than Alycia had ever heard it. “Cut it out. We don’t need to be rude for no reason.”

Ava blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in Billie’s tone, but she didn’t push it further. Billie turned back to Alycia, her expression softening, the corner of her mouth lifting in a small, reassuring smile.

“Don’t mind them,” Billie added, her voice low, just for Alycia to hear. “They’re always like that. You good?”

Alycia nodded, her heart pounding, trying to hold herself together. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Billie looked at her for a moment longer, before glancing at Odessa and the others. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice firm, but there was something in her eyes—something that made Alycia believe Billie wasn’t just trying to protect her from the others.

Billie led the way down the hall with Ava following behind, leaving Alycia standing there, trying to process what had just happened.

Did Billie really just defend her?

The question echoed in Alycia’s mind, and her heart raced. The feeling was almost surreal—like a whirlwind of emotions all hitting her at once.

God, this was such a rush.

She stood still for a moment, gathering her thoughts, trying to calm the chaos in her chest. This wasn���t just some high school drama—there was something real here. Something she couldn’t quite put into words, but it felt different.

When Alycia finally made her way to class, the door creaked open, and she spotted Billie talking with the others near the back of the room. It looked like a heated conversation—gestures were sharp, voices were low, but there was no mistaking the tension in the air.

Alycia hesitated at the door, her nerves creeping back, but then she took a deep breath and pushed forward, heading to her seat. As she sat down, she could feel Odessa’s eyes on her, though Odessa didn’t turn around, her posture stiff, her face set in a permanent scowl.

Quen was doing the same, her usual smirk replaced with a more annoyed expression, lips pressed into a tight line.

The tension from their conversation was palpable, and Alycia couldn’t help but wonder if it was all because of her—because of what Billie had said to them earlier.

She looked up at Billie once more, but Billie wasn’t paying attention to her. Instead, she was still in a low-key argument with Odessa and Quen. Whatever was going on, it was clear that things were far from settled.

“Good morning, class!” Mr. Brown said with a bright smile, his enthusiasm making it clear he was in a good mood.

Most of the class mumbled a half-hearted “Good morning” in response.

“Today’s going to be an easy day,” he began, but he couldn’t even finish his sentence before the class erupted into loud cheers and applause. It made him shake his head and chuckle.

“How you kids love my class,” he joked, grinning.

“Your only assignment for today is to watch the videos posted on the screen. They’re only twelve minutes long, but I know most of you aren’t going to really pay attention—which will definitely hurt when the test comes up on Friday,” Mr. Brown added, holding back a laugh at his own teasing.

A chorus of boos filled the room.

“Come on, Mr. Brown! We don’t want a test this week! Can’t you push it to three more weeks?” Quen called out, her voice full of exaggerated drama.

The class murmured in agreement, some of the students slumping down in their chairs, clearly not thrilled with the idea of the test.

Mr. Brown raised an eyebrow, pretending to be stern. “Oh, really? Three more weeks, huh? Well, maybe I’ll just let you all do nothing and see how well that works out for you when your grades plummet,” he said with a playful wink.

The class groaned, some rolling their eyes, while others tried to beg with their hands folded together like they were praying.

“Alright, alright,” Mr. Brown relented, his smile still in place. “Watch the videos. But don’t think you’re off the hook for that test. Trust me, it’ll be here before you know it.”

Alycia couldn’t help but chuckle, and she noticed Odessa’s eyes immediately shift to her. Odessa tried to cover her smile with her hand, but it faltered when she noticed Billie’s gaze.

Alycia tilted her head slightly, glancing behind her, and saw Billie, who looked... less than pleased. Billie’s eyes were locked on Odessa, and her usual smirk was nowhere to be found. Instead, she wore a frown, her brow furrowed as if she was trying to hold back something.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that Billie wasn’t too happy with her friend right now.

Odessa, sensing the tension, straightened in her seat, quickly looking away from Alycia and trying to focus on the front of the classroom. But Alycia could see the slight shift in her posture—she was trying to play it off, but the crack in her confidence was clear.

Billie’s sharp gaze lingered on Odessa for a moment longer before she turned back to the front of the room, her expression unreadable again. But Alycia couldn’t ignore the way her stomach fluttered at the thought that Billie had noticed what had just happened.

Alycia quickly grabbed her laptop from her book bag, along with her headphones, determined not to waste any time on the assignment. She plugged in her headphones and opened the video, trying her best to focus.

But as the minutes ticked away, her attention kept drifting. The thought of gym class kept creeping into her mind. The idea of playing against Billie—or maybe even being on the same team—made her heart race. She couldn’t deny it; the anticipation of it all had her nerves buzzing.

One thing was clear now—Alycia was down bad.

There was no escaping the way Billie had completely taken over her thoughts.

End of pt. 5

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[moxiipoo]

dating billie looks something like…

[secretl1fe0fm3]

40 for the prompt list pls?

needy - billie eilish x fem!reader

prompt #40: “go on. fuck yourself on my strap/hand.”

warnings: smut, dom!billie, strap(r!receiving), dirty talk

18+ minors dni!!!

Billie’s back hits the mattress, legs spread, her strap attached to her hips. Her smirk is lazy, half-lidded eyes drinking you in as you straddle her thighs.

“Go on,” she murmurs, voice thick with command. Her fingers grip your hips, holding them, waiting. “Fuck yourself on my strap.”

Heat pools in your lower stomach as you obey, lifting yourself just enough to line up before sinking down. The stretch of her strap burns, a ache that has your mouth falling open, a whimper spilling from your lips. Billie watches, eyes dark, tongue darting out to wet her lips as you take her inch by inch.

“Fuck,” she breathes, fingers tightening, thumbs pressing indents into your skin. “That’s it, baby.”

You meet her gaze as you roll your hips, adjusting to the sheer size of her purple strap. She doesn’t move or buck her hips up, instead, she watches you work yourself open, watching you struggle to take her.

Your thighs tremble as you find your rhythm, riding her slow and deep, chasing every inch of friction she gives you. Billie exhales a shaky breath, her self control faltering as you grind down, her stomach tensing beneath your hands as you hold yourself up.

“You love this, don’t you?” Her voice is rough, teasing. “Needy little thing.”

You whimper, nails digging into her ribs as you move faster, desperate. Her hands finally help, gripping your hips, guiding you to ride her harder, making you take it.

Billie watches, lips parted, eyes locked on the way you move for her, losing yourself. And then she smirks.

“Better make yourself come for me like a good girl.”

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[megameatymatt]

fuck the Grammys and fuck you too beyonce. yeah i said it, come get me hoe

justice for billie 💔

[chrissv4mp]

♱ SOUNDS BETTER

"m'wife's so pretty," she whispers to herself, but you hear. saying you were soaked was an understatement.

WARNINGS. SMUT, breeding kink, cum-filled strap, strap in v, subtop!billie × dombottom!reader, nipple play, pet names, use of y/n a few times, fluff.

SYPNOSIS. when the topic of whose last name one of you would be taking after marriage comes up, billie finds herself in a rather... sticky situation.

LETTERS. i hate this okay bye 💔💔💔

"y/n o'connell," billie murmurs from her place at the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off while her body lays comfortably on the mattress. she rolls onto her stomach, resting her elbows on the bed so that she can lay her chin on her palms, "rolls right off the tongue." she giggles.

you shoot a smirk that matches her own cheeky one, your back resting against the headboard as your legs rested crossed over each other.

"yeah, but billie y/l/n sounds pretty good as well, no?" you ask, voice higher than usual. whenever you and billie landed on this topic, you always got so excited, and she was quite aware of that.

she shrugs, wiggling her entire body onto the bed and crawling over to you slowly. billie takes her lower lip between her teeth, blue eyes fixated on your own e/c ones. she straddles your lap, and you stretch your legs out straight so that she can sit comfortably, hands coming to her hips to pull her closer.

your smile grows as billie's hands cup your face, her thumbs—both adorned with rings—caress your cheeks gently. her smile fades, but you know she's still very much comfortable and happy in your presence. the cool metal of her rings on your warm skin makes you shiver, and when billie realizes, her smile comes back instantly.

in just a few seconds, billie manages to remove your hand from her hip, slip a ring off the ring finger of her right hand, and smoothly push it onto your own ring finger. she examines your hand for a long moment, her hand gripping your wrist possessively as she takes in the sight.

"a little loose, but..." billie speaks, voice quiet. her eyes flick back to yours, and this time, you catch the desire and longing swirling in her eyes—those pretty blue ones that always had you in a trance, "i think it looks pretty good on you," she whispers, eyes slowly moving down to your lips.

"mrs. o'connell." she adds, a lazy smile tugging at her pretty lips. your other hand squeezes her hip gently as you bite the inside of your cheek. it was taking all of her willpower not to beg right now.

you shake your head with a quiet chuckle, leaning closer to her face. billie quickly closes the distance between you two when she realizes. her hand moves to your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat to pull you closer. she scoots closer to your body, her heart beating rapidly and her head spinning.

just the taste of your lips had her going insane, hips rutting against yours so that you could feel the strap she'd hidden beneath her boxers earlier that morning. you groan against her lips, and billie swallows the noise with pride, smiling against you as her tongue swipes along your lower lip.

you allow her tongue into your mouth happily, ears picking up on her needy whines as you fight against the wet muscle. in the end, you win, but billie doesn't give up her role that easily. reluctantly, she pulls away from your lips—but not without dragging your lip between her teeth, the action that always had you soaked, even more than you already were.

her hands leave your face, fingers brushing against the skin of your cheeks before trailing down your half-naked body—thank god you both only slept in your undergarments. her touch leaves a trail of fire behind, only adding to the aching feeling between your thighs. her eyes never leave yours, even as she reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra.

you let the straps fall off your shoulders, leaving billie to rip the piece of fabric from your arms, throwing it somewhere around the room. she practically drools at the sight of your tits on display for her, her hand coming back up to knead one of your boobs while her lips latch onto your other nipple. a soft whimper leaves her, eyes rolling back before shutting closed.

your fingers tangle themselves in her black strands, tugging at her roots and causing billie to moan against your skin. she clings to you like you're her lifeline, fingers digging into your breast so firmly yet with such care, her thumb rubbing circles along your nipple as she suckles on the other. it feels like she's in heaven, her head spinning with nothing but the image of you beneath her.

when she pulls away from your nipple, a thin strand of saliva forms, and billie licks her lips hungrily before trailing wet kisses down your stomach, stopping when she reaches the waistband of your panties. her eyes flick back up to yours, staring at you through her lashes, asking silently for permission to take the thin piece of fabric off of you.

"take 'em off, pretty." you whisper, voice quiet and breathy from how worked up billie had you already. your tone makes her shiver, and she wastes no time, fingers looping in the thin, pink waistband and tugging them down your thighs, legs, and ankles before throwing them to the side like she did your bra.

billie whines softly at just the scent of your arousal, scooting closer and taking her place between your legs, "m'wife's so pretty," she whispers to herself, but you hear. saying you were soaked was an understatement.

her finger glides through your folds, lips parting to let out a quiet sound of surprise at how drenched you were. she grinds against the mattress, the base of the strap-on rubbing against her clit perfectly. her cheek rests against your inner thigh, her breath fanning across your pussy.

you chuckle gently at her needy actions, your hands running down your body to grab handfuls of her hair again. she raises her head again, getting the memo whenever you nod your head in her direction. who was she to disobey her (soon-to-be) wife?

she pulls away from your pussy with a sad whine, eyes locked on your folds as she scoots off the bed to rid herself of her boxers. she steps out of them, the indigo cock standing proudly between her legs. her face flushes in embarrassment as she catches your gaze, her eyes leaving your body as she crawls back on the bed with her head hanging low.

both billie's index and middle fingers come up to her lips, spitting softly. you watch as the saliva drips down her lengthy fingers, your pussy clenching as she lowers her hand onto the strap-on, pumping the large cock in her hand. you huff impatiently, rutting your hips up against the nothing. a silent plea—or, more so, demand—for her to hurry up.

billie nods in understanding, biting her bottom lip harshly as she crawls even closer, her hands moving down to push your thighs even further apart. her eyes are locked on your soaked pussy, enamored by the way you clench around nothing. her heart beats faster in her chest as she lines up the tip of the strap-on with your entrance, breathing getting heavier at the anticipation.

"bil, hurry." you command quietly, your hands coming around to grab at her back, sneakily undoing the clasp on her bra. she bites her lip even harder when she realizes the straps slowly sliding down her shoulders, helping you by taking it off completely and throwing it to the side.

"jus—wait, baby," she murmurs, clit twitching at the sounds of your labored breaths and the faint smell of your perfume. her head hangs low, eyes fluttering closed as she thrusts her cock into your core slowly, her movements gentle as she whimpers, "fuck, ma—can you imagine how much better this'll feel on our wedding day?" she babbles, smiling at the thought.

you throw your head back against the soft pillows, her words barely registering in your head as you feel her splitting you open on her cock. your nails dig into her back, pulling her closer in the process and feeling her chest press against your own. the mix of billie's whimpers and your moans fills the room and both of your guys' ears.

one of billie's hands leaves your thigh as she begins to see a perfect pace—one that's not too fast, but not too slow either. her ring-clad fingers drag across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before she reaches your arm and pulls one of your hands from her back. billie pulls away slightly, kissing down your body until she reaches your nipple, taking the erect bud between her lips again.

"jus' like that, love," you praise, mouth falling open into an 'o' shape. your eyebrows furrow as billie thrusts deeper, not even noticing whenever she interlocks your fingers with hers—until you squeeze and feel her large hand squeeze back, "shit, you're such a good girl." you moan.

billie moans against your skin at the name, hips rutting into yours faster. her hand on your thigh spreads you further apart, fingers digging into your supple skin as she suckles on your nipple. the combined stimulation of her cock rubbing against your walls and her lips on your tit makes you feel like you're on another planet—drunk off of her.

"gonna make you m'wife," she mumbles, releasing your nipple with a 'pop' before she continues, "then 'm'gonna make you a mommy." she says, voice laced with nothing but lust and adoration for you and you only. billie lets her head rest in the crook of your neck, placing gentle, open mouthed kisses on your sweaty skin.

at her words, you finally realize that she's fuckjng you with her special strap—one that she rarely used, but it was still her favorite, "s'one?—fuck, y'know how much i love 'ts one, bil." you breathe, nails dragging down her back and leaving a trail of red marks.

she hisses softly at the pain, nipping down on your neck in response before she feels a light slap on her back, "sorry—sorry, didn't mean to." billie babbles, soothing the sting with her warm, wet tongue.

"y'close, mama?" she asks next, voice whiny and broken as she feels her own orgasm approaching. her hips rock the silicone cock deeper into your pussy with each thrust, the base brushing her clit and sending shocks all throughout her hot, trembling body, "please. please, want'chu you t'cum for me." she begs, eyebrows furrowing as her hand leaves yours reluctantly.

her fingertips brush against your sweaty skin, your hips bucking in response before her touch is gone again. your jaw somehow drops lower as billie begins to rub tight circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, your nails digging into billie's back harder than before and definitely drawing blood.

billie didn't care. the only thing that mattered to her was getting you off, making you hers, and making you a mommy—even if it wasn't scientifically possible, who cared? not billie, that's for sure.

"fuck, baby, you're gonna make me—!" you cut yourself off with a gasp as she bites down softly on your nipple, sending shivers all throughout your body, "god, 'm'gonna cum, bil!" you warn, pulling her closer to your body once again, making her cock slide deeper between your walls—if that was even possible.

"please. please, sweetheart." she begs in that whiny tone of hers, and that was what finally did it for you. the knot in your stomach snapped instantly, and billie was quick to reach down between your two bodies, squeezing the base of her cock and releasing the fake cum into your tight walls. you almost lost it at the feeling.

billie helps you ride out your high, grunting gently into your ear and muttering, "you're gonna have my babies as soon as we get married, baby. gonna—gonna make you mine. all, fuck, all mine." she stutters, her own orgasm approaching as her thrusts get sloppier and sloppier with every second.

"c'mon, pretty," you breathe into her ear, your hand leaving her back to run your fingers through her hair. that simple motion gives her the final push she needed, her own orgasm hitting her in waves of pleasure as she slowly thrusts into you, "that's a good girl." you praise, and billie cries out.

her hips don't stop, though, slowly and slowly getting faster despite her oversensitive clit. she trembles above you, wanting—needing to fill you up again, although you were already leaking with both your cum and her own, "wan' more," she mumbles.

"jus' a few more f'you." she says it as more of a statement than an ask, and you can't deny her, not when she's giving you those pretty puppy eyes and pouting her lips.

"mrs. o'connell, mrs. o'connell, mrs. o'connell," she repeats it like a prayer, her hips rutting roughly against yours as she whimpers quietly. she was gonna marry you. she didn't know when, but she knew that she was definitely gonna put a ring on it.

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[dollarbils]

can i suck it? | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. your best friend, billie, wants to take a look at your new nipple piercing. so you let her..

warnings. smut, praising, degrading?, flirting, oral, hella teasing.

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“oh my god did it hurt?” billie was questioning you, as you’d just walked through the door, back from the piercing studio. she was sitting on one of the stools beside her kitchen counter.

“of course it did, idiot.” she rolled her eyes at your response. “well what did you expect?” you chuckled but she ignored the question.

“like on a scale from one to ten though.” she wasn’t looking at you, she was staring at your clothed tits. it was as if she thought the harder she stared, the more likely she was to be able to see through your shirt.

“like a seven out of ten, cause it was super fast.” you answered her question and she tore her eyes away from your tits, trying to focus on you words.

“what?” she asked, not having been paying attention to what you were saying.

“i said the pain was a seven out of ten.” you repeated, biting your inner lip as she tried not to look at your cleavage again.

“oh right, does it still hurt?” she asked, giving herself an excuse to look down at where your top started. you nodded but she didn’t seem to care. this made you chuckle again.

“do you want to see it?” the question came out too fast for you to think rationally.

“what?” her eyes were wide, her expression almost confused before she read your own.

“do you want to see my nipple piercing?” you blushed at the realisation of what you were asking her.

“fuck yeah.” she grinned, licking her teeth.

“okay.” you replied, pulling your shirt off, since you’d just been pierced, you weren’t wearing a bra. your breasts were now fully exposed in front of your best friend. and she was staring at the right one, the two dainty balls of metal seeming to hypnotise her. she didn’t say anything, but kept staring.

“well? what do you think?” you asked finally.

“it’s hot.” she said, reaching out to touch the metal on your nipple as her fingers ghosted over the skin of your breast. the small touch made you suck in a breath as she proceeded to softly touch the piercing. she looked up at you, her hand still on your nipple, reminding you of her touch. her lips pulled up to one side when she saw your reaction to her touch.

“so does it still hurt?” she asked again, almost a whisper, looking back down, now playing with it. she was practically drooling at the sight. mesmerised and unable to look away.

“a little.” you replied but it was more of a breath. your best friend was getting a little too comfortable with your tits. you didn’t mind it. but it still came as a shock when you felt her thumb swipe across your already hard nipple.

“billie.” you breathed silently.

“fuck, sorry. i got carried away.” her thumb left your nipple immediately, the loss of contact making you shiver.

“no it was, I-” you fumbled your words, trying to recover from what had just happened as she looked at you hesitantly.

“what?” she questioned after a short silence. a smile returned to your lips when you built up the courage to tell her what you wanted.

“i liked it.” her eyebrows raised slightly as you looked down at her. your breaths hot and desperate. you’d tell her anything to feel her warmth on your body again, even so small of a touch.

“yeah?” she licked her bottom lip as she eyed you. returning her hand to your breast. you nodded as she brought her wet lips to your skin.

“fuck bils,” you gasped when she bit down on the skin next to the piercing. quickly her tongue swiped across your nipple, pulling out a moan. her lips traveled away from your cleavage, and up your neck. the more she kissed you, the more you felt it down in your heat.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous, my girl.” she said before coming up to your face, lifting herself off the stool so that she was now an inch taller than you.

“your girl?” you asked quietly, looking at her eyes, although they were looking elsewhere, down at your plump lips.

“just go with it, pretty.” her lips finally landed on your own, after too long of them being everywhere else. you kissed her as she brought her hands back to your tits, being cautious with the right one. she backed you against the door of her bedroom, while fiddling with the handle and opening it. your lips only parted when you fell gently onto her bed. she removed her own shirt before coming down to kiss you again.

“baby?” the term of endearment new to you, however you answered.

“hm?” you replied.

“can i suck it?” she pleaded. and you laughed softly.

“as much as i’d like you to, you’ll have to wait a week, it’s still sensitive.” you told her and she nodded in understanding, however obviously disappointed.

“okay.” she said before closing her mouth around the other one. the shock of her actions making you moan louder than you’d wanted to. she smiled as she sucked your bare nipple, while playing with the pierced one.

“billie? do we need to talk about the fact your sucking my tits?” your breath was shaky, but she stopped her actions at your words. and you regretted them quickly.

“is it a problem?” she smirked, replaying your previous moans in her mind. you shook your head. “do you want me to continue?” she asked, her voice now sultry.

“yes.” you admitted as her lips attached to your nipple again, this time biting on the flesh as she had done back in the kitchen. one of your hands went to her hair as she continued her abuse on your left tit. it felt like she wanted to devour them.

“billie.” you moaned again as she her warm breath tickled your wet skin. she looked up at you, her eyes dark and her lips swollen. it was a fucking sight. your head fell back onto the pillow as you felt your heat tingle at the lack of friction. she brought her mouth back up to yours, licking your lip as she entered your mouth. her tongue was warm on your own, but her hands were cold on the skin of your stomach.

“fuck, we should’ve done this sooner.” she whispered on your lips as you smiled in agreement. her hands traveled further down your stomach, as she slowly undid the zip of your jeans.

“may i?” she asked, pulling slightly on the waist, indicating she wanted them off.

“yeah.” you told her, as you felt her soft hands pull the fabric off of you.

“god you’re so hot, baby.” she stared at your body, then moving her gaze to your flushed face. “been dreaming of this for too long.” she whispered on your neck as her hands toyed with your panties.

“yeah?” you asked. she quickly nodded, licking a previous spot she had kissed. “me too.” you added and she came back up to your face poking her cheek with her tongue as she looked down at you. it nearly made you explode.

“tell me about those dreams.” she challenged. her hands were now teasing your thighs, as she traced patterns on them. you hesitated for a moment, but you were so consumed with her touch you’d do anything to feel it forever.

“you would kiss me, everywhere, except for where i needed you most. but i begged, and you gave me what i wanted. because you always would.” she raised her eyebrow at your response, not expecting something so blunt.

“and what do you want?” she asked, holding back her own groans at your filthy words.

“your mouth on my pussy, sucking my clit instead of my tits.” she slowly tilted her head back, not knowing how to digest what you’d just asked of her. your best friend.

“fuck, baby. i’ll give you anything you want.” she breathed before nearly ripping off your panties, they were gone in seconds. when she dove her fingers through your folds, you gasped at the sudden sensation, gripping the sheets slightly as she played with your wetness.

“who’s got you this wet, pretty girl.” she teased, lowering herself until she was kissing the skin above your heat. “hm?” she repeated, waiting for an answer.

“you.” it was breathy, but she accepted it. and when her lips wrapped around your clit, your hands flew to her hair.

“fuck.” you whimpered as she continued sucking and licking. she was avoiding your hole, knowing it would mean you’d grow frustrated. and soon, you did. whining her name and pleading for her to do more.

“i thought this was what you wanted?” her grin was filthy as you whined again. “there’s no use in saying my name, wether it’s a whine, a moan, or even a scream. you’ve got to tell me what you want baby.” her words did nothing to help you form a sentence in your mind. you couldn’t think straight with her breath on your cunt.

“i haven’t even fucked you yet and you can’t seem to speak. is that what you want me to do?” she asked, mocking you slightly but lovingly all the same. you nodded, hoping she’d let you off easy.

“i need to hear you say it.” she moved away completely from your heat, and she came up to look at your face.

“please billie.” you were breathing quickly.

“please what?” she was biting her lip. as if she’d burst if the words came out of your mouth. her hands were rubbing your thighs again, as she placed a kiss on the corner of your lips.

“please fuck me with your tongue.”

“you’re so pretty when you beg for me. am i living up to your dreams?” you nodded and she chuckled. “you’re exceeding mine.” she whispered before dipping her head back down to your heat, and immediately running her tongue through your folds again. she didn’t waste any time when darting her tongue into your hole, gripping your thighs as they squeezed her head. she moaned at the taste of your arousal and spread your lips further with two fingers. you couldn’t hold in your moans and she was loving it. it urged her to go faster, and harder, just to hear you moan her name louder and louder. over and over again. she’d never heard her name sound so good, and it turned her on more than she’d admit.

“mh.” she groaned as you clenched around her tongue, pulling at her hair while she ate you out. she was feral for you, for your taste. and she ate you out as if she was starved. when you finally came into her mouth, she licked you clean. despite your whines of sensitivity.

“fuck billie.” you said, out of breath.

“you looked so goddamn good, when you came on my tongue.” this made you laugh softly, your cheeks flushed as she wrapped her arms around your naked body.

“i’m going to remind you in a week, when i can finally suck your tittie.” she said jokingly but you knew she was dead serious. you laughed however, warmth flooding your body as you nuzzled further into her.

note: can you tell i have a thing for best friend billie. also, thought you’d like to know where i got the inspo for this: