#Billie Eilish x reader

[karaeilishh]

DADDY?

SUMMARY: Your girlfriend is coming home after a music tour and she's mad. Maybe if you get down on your knees and be a good girl, she'll feel better?   

pairing: billie eilish x !fem reader 

WARNINGS: smut, !daddy dom billie, !sub reader, strap (r receiving), oral (r/billie receiving), daddy kink, pet names (princess, daddys girl, angel ect), orgasm control, begging, shes going crazy 

wc: 2.6k 

a/n: ik you saw it before but don’t mind. still apologize for the mistakes in the text, english is not my first language, enjoyyy 

music: angel – massive attack 

You were all alone at home, standing in front of the mirror completely naked. You loved looking at your body after a shower. Droplets of water flowed beautifully over your soft skin, your hair lay on your shoulders, your collarbones bulged slightly. Your body was very beautiful. And it wasn't just you who thought so. That's what the one for whom you spent an hour in the bathroom taking care of your body thought. The one for whom you are currently looking for the most beautiful set of underwear in your closet. A red lace one that barely covered your body’s private parts. Billie adored it. It was his absolute favorite. Just like you. In addition to your underwear, you put on a satin black dressing gown. It was short. It was driving Billy crazy.   

As for Billie, she was on her music tour for a few weeks, and you were so proud of her that you just couldn't help but give her a treat after a good job. You both knew who her treat was. You were ready to give yourself to her completely. Do whatever she wants, like you usually do. Like a good girl. You know she misses your perfect body like crazy. It's driving her crazy. Every time she comes home after a tour, she takes you as greedily and dirty as she can. And you will both enjoy this hunger for each other. Every week spent apart felt like sweet torture. Like thoughts of each other's warmth.   

You tried not to think about the morning photo she sent you anymore. It was just her hands with the caption “You can't even imagine what pleasure these hands will give you tonight.” It made you weak at the knees, the needy girl you've always been with Billy. You expected her to just come home hungry and playful, as she always was, but...   

When your phone started ringing, you smiled. You knew who the call was from. “Hi, my love” Your voice was soft, but playful at the same time. “Are you feeling well?” The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and harsh. You heard the noise of her car. She was on her way home.  

“Yes, I'm fine, and you?” You felt a little uneasy when your beloved wasn't as soft as usual. Your voice was quieter, and Billie noticed it, but she didn't care right now. “I'll be home in 20 minutes. Angel, i'm in a terrible mood, so you won't get off with one orgasm. Put on my favorite and no makeup” Her words hit down your stomach, making you sigh softly. She returns from the tour angry for the first time. 

“No makeup? Why?” You sounded quieter than usual, but now not out of concern, but out of desire. “Because your face will be buried in the mattress while I fuck you. And I promise that you will cry with pleasure.” She was growling into the phone, imagining this beautiful picture. You were ready to whine. Billie could always say something that would just fold you in half. “Good...” You mumbled softly as you hung up the phone. The knot in your stomach has already started to tighten. You just had to wait for your girlfriend to arrive as soon as possible.    

To somehow brighten up the wait, you closed the curtains in your bedroom and turned on the pale red backlight. You applied her favorite perfume to your body and fixed your hair for the last time. And no makeup. You took off your dressing gown when you heard the front door open. She came.  

You went downstairs quickly to see your girlfriend. She looked wild, tired, and very sexy. Her hair was slightly disheveled. She wore a “Misfits” shirt and black wide-leg jeans with her favorite belt. You just knew what was underneath them.   

“Hi babe.” You walked up to Billie, swinging your hips, your arms wrapped around her neck as her hands gripped your waist. “You know how to please me. Good girl,” Billie changed your position, pressing you against a cold wall, you sighed. You were literally purring, pressing your body against hers. You felt the bulge against her pants and rubbed against it. Desire was written on Billie's face. “Bedroom. Now,” Those words were enough for you to take her by the hand and take her to the second floor. Billie was pleasantly surprised when she saw what your bedroom looked like. She loved it when you were preparing for her arrival.  

“I can't take it anymore if you rock your ass like that.” She hugged you to her, putting her hands on your ass, squeezing it. You giggled softly. “I don't want you to be patient. You can take whatever you want.” Your girlfriend was clearly pleased with your answer. “Sit on the bed, let me do something.” Billie was a little worried when you told her to do it, but she obediently sat on the edge of the bed, looking at you.  

“That's it...” You smiled as you approached Billie. You knelt between her legs, resting your head on her hip. “Look at me” You whispered as your hands reached for her belt. You bit your lip, slowly getting rid of it. The way Billie trembled under your touch made you wet. You ran your lips over the fabric of her jeans, finding the fly of her jeans. You undid it with your teeth, without taking your eyes off Billy's eyes. She was going crazy. Her hands were crumpling the sheets, and her eyes were running from your mouth to your eyes. You saw her despair. 

“Such a dirty girl...” She whispered, running her hand through your hair. “For you, daddy.” That name made her eyes roll back in her head. You felt proud. You pulled her jeans down to her ankles, then her panties, exposing yourself to a big red dick. This strap was your favorite. “Fuck...” You said it in unison when you both felt wild desire. You wanted to touch it with your tongue, but Billy had other plans. “You're driving me crazy, babygirl.” She picked you up, roughly throwing you on the bed. Her body hovered over yours as she devoured you with her eyes. You looked so small underneath.  

“Fuck, I'm going to beat the shit out of you,” Billie growled, sinking down to your neck. She ran the tip of her nose over your delicate skin, grinning. “You've prepared for me. How sweet...” But that was the end of the sweet stuff. You let out a loud sigh as her teeth sank into your skin. She sucked it hard until she left a few hickeys. “I've missed making you mine time after time.” She smiled against your skin, kissing her way down. “Billie, fuck...” She stopped abruptly, looking into your eyes. “Wrong”  

“Daddy...” You moaned softly as her fingers began to rub your clit through the lace fabric. “Good girl” She smiled, returning to your body. Billie pushed back the fabric of your bra, paying attention to your breasts. You bit your lower lip. Your breasts were too sensitive, and Billie was too hungry, devouring it. She bit and licked, making you growl.   

“Fuck...” You looked down when she ran her tongue over the space between your breasts. It was so sexy that you started to choke. Billie liked it. She always enjoyed the moments when she made you feel so desperate. Just for her.   

“Baby, do you need more?” This question sounded more like a mockery, but you wanted more so badly that you didn't care. “I need more, daddy, please...” You moaned softly, putting your hand on her head. You didn't know exactly what you wanted, but you did. “Mouth or fingers?” She asked it without any embarrassment, as if it was the most common question. You wanted to answer “Both”, but you want to get everything separately. “Mouth” You answer quickly, hiding your face in your hands. Billie smiles. “Such a daddy’s princess” Those words made you gasp. 

“Please, I can't wait any longer...” Billie grinned as she went down. She pulled off your panties with her teeth, throwing them aside. Revenge. Her breath scorched your heat as she spread your legs wide. “Beg” She was serious about getting all the juice out of you tonight.  

“Please, daddy, I've needed you so much all this time, it's just...” You don't have time to finish when her tongue slaps against your clit. It was very harsh and you moaned loudly. Your hands immediately flew to her head, pressing her closer to your wet pussy. You missed her tongue so much, it was an inhuman desire. “Yes, right there...” Your eyes fluttered after every movement of her tongue. Your back arched when it was inside you. Billie hadn't pushed her tongue inside you for a long time and these sensations were wild. Her eyes were wild as she looked at your heaving chest.  

“Mhm...” She moaned sweetly against your pussy, sending shockwaves through your body. You bit your lip, breaking into a smile. Her hand reached up, grabbing your neck. Her touch was so gentle and rough at the same time, it turned you on even more. You wanted her. Completely for yourself. And you were elated every time you realized that this was the case.  

“I'm gonna...” You moaned. The knot in your stomach tightened too much, you couldn't take it anymore. Billie looked at you again. You saw her eyes roll back in pleasure. You tasted divine. Billie patted your thigh, silently letting you cum. The words “Cum on my tongue, sweet girl” rang in your head. Just the thought of her sexy voice instantly brought you to orgasm. You've seen the stars. “Good girl...”Now her voice was real.  

"I missed you so much...” you whispered when she got up to kiss you. You moaned into her mouth when you tasted yourself. Delicious. She ran her tongue over your lips, forcing you to close your eyes. Her every touch did inexplicable things to you. But you loved it. “I know, angel.”  

You kissed for another minute until you felt her fingers teasing your pussy. “Daddy...” You were whispering into her neck. “Do I have to stretch you, or are you ready to take my dick?” Those words sounded so dirty coming out of her mouth that you were just suffocating. “I'm ready.” You were always ready. 

“Daddy's girl” She smiled, looking at your body, hungry for you. Billie's “Roll over on your stomach” sounded rude and you knew what she wanted. You obediently lay down on your stomach. Your ass was in the air, your hands were above your head. “You don't know what you're doing to me.” She slapped your thigh, enjoying the way you squirmed under her. She knew how much you liked it.  

 “Slutty girl” Your pussy clenched at her words. Billie brought the tip of the strap to your hole, teasing you. “Tell me how much you missed daddy's dick.” Her hand went down your back, leaving goosebumps on your body. You squirmed, looking for friction, but Billy's hands stopped you. “Use your words, angel.” 

“Daddy, I felt so empty without you... My fingers weren't enough.” You knew what your words would do to her. You didn't see her face, but you felt her inside you. It was rude. “Fuck!” You bit your hand when her dick was completely inside you. Her hips beat against yours as she rocked into you at an animal speed. “Slow down...”  

“Oh, shut up.” She was growling, pressing your head against the mattress. Your hair became a mess and there were tears of pleasure in your eyes when your girlfriend fucked you so well. So fast and rude. And even if you asked her to be slower, you didn't want that. Billy's hand grabbed your thigh, creating additional roughness. Your eyes were blurred because of the tears. And your throat is dry. Your neighbors won't thank you for those beautiful sounds coming out of your mouth.  

“You look so beautiful, taking every daddy’s inch” Her voice was trembling with wild excitement. She fucked you so hard and couldn't get enough of you. It was a problem because you wanted to cum again. “Can I-” A rough push cut off your words.  

“No. I'm not fucking going to stop fucking you until i get enough.” Her voice was loud and broken. She never sounded like that. You were whining, but you were holding back your growing orgasm. “I'm sorry, baby.” Billie pulled out her dick, leaving you empty and desperate. “No!” You looked at her. Tears were flowing beautifully down your face when you rolled over on your back.  

“On your knees,” Billie said it sharply and you obeyed, ignoring the weakness in your body. She sat on the edge of the bed, and you knelt between her legs. “You know what you have to do.” You looked into her eyes, full of despair and desire. “Yes...” You took the tip of the strap in your mouth, feeling your taste again. It made you moan. Your movements were slow and gentle when half of her dick was in your mouth. Billie put her hand on the back of your head, roughly pushing it further into you. You grabbed her hips, trying to control the thrusts, but soon the tip of her strap was hitting the back of your throat. Billie was wild, and you didn't know what was going on with her. You could taste your tears in your mouth. Her other hand rested on your cheek, wiping away your tears. It was sexy. 

“Do it better.” She was growling, thrusting her hips into you. All your reflexes had already failed when you took her dick. Her body was starting to shake, and the thrutst were becoming more and more careless. It only took a few seconds for her to moan loudly and lie down on her back. “Damn.” You licked your lips, still trying to move away from what had just happened. Billie lay in silence for a while, but suddenly got up. “Ride me, baby”  

Your eyes lit up with desire when you were on top of her. Your pussy was on her hot thigh, moving slowly. She looked up at you, grabbing your ass “Ride daddy's dick like a good girl” You didn't need to be persuaded. You wanted to cum so badly that you just couldn't wait a second longer. You needed her strap inside you. Billie controlled your movements, allowing only the tip to be inserted inside you. “I need more, i beg you...” You looked into her eyes, seeking approval. And you got it when her hands abruptly lowered you. Her strap was all inside you. Every damn inch. “Move yourself, my angel” 

You started moving your hips, going up and down. The bedroom was filled with your moans and dirty noises between your bodies. Billie greedily kissed you when her thumb landed on your clit. This stimulation was too much for you. “Please, daddy, can i?” You whispered a question in her ear. Your hands rested on her shoulders.  

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” Billie smiled, helping you by pushing with her hips. A strong orgasm went through your body when you collapsed on the body of your beloved. You tried to catch your breath for another minute. “It was crazy” You whispered.  

“I know. And we both love it.” Billie kissed you on the cheek, brushing the sticky hair off your face. Your face was a mess. “Now let's take a shower, my love.” 

requests open <33

[xoluvx]

omggg i love the first time series sm!!! first time billie rides readers face and billie is all flustered and nervous ?? 🤍

oh my god yes. okay.. now i'm the flustered and nervous one..

"don't be nervous," you reassured as billie looked down at you. she'd never done this before. what if she suffocated you? what if you couldn't support her weight? what is she crushed you? oh god, what would she do? what if you absolutely hated it and never wanted to see her again? her mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts.

"it's okay baby," you cooed rubbing her thighs as she looked down at you biting her lip. her hair fell down her shoulders tied in two messy braids. clear signs of the events that led to this moment her heart was beating rapidly as she held on to the headboard lowering her body at a painfully slow rate. her legs were shaking. she was losing her balance. you were reaching your head up just wanting to taste her. to have her thighs pressed on your cheeks completely engulfed in her grip.

"oh- oh my god," she hummed shutting her eyes and furrowing her brows when she felt your tongue brush between her folds. she held her weight on the headboard unsure of when to move or how to move. she was waiting for your lead and right now you were only lapping your tongue along her wet pussy wanting to taste every inch of her before guiding her. your hands gripped her thighs and your nose pressed on her cunt, tongue dipping into her entrance as she whimpered and jolted her hips. you took the opportunity to cup her ass. helping her shift her weight so she could move on your tongue.

she was a whimpering mess as she moved on your face. she looked down to see what was happening between her legs and nearly lost her balance when she noticed the way your lids fluttered as you held her thighs tight. tongue firm on her throbbing core. she was uttering the sweetest moans as she placed her hands on top of yours looking down at you with adoration. she was so flustered and whiny that you could just cum from looking at her sway on top of you. her eyes were pleading.. for what you weren't exactly sure. she was biting her lip trapping her moans as she brought one hand to her neck wrapping her fingers around her skin shutting her eyes totally lost in the blissful moment.

first of many; masterlist

[meliciousmel13]

➛ munch

paring: overworked!billie x wife!reader

warnings: literally just filthy smut with a little plot, riding, eating out, kind of pathetic billie(?) just at the beginning though, mirror sex, billie calls r good girl, strap-on sex, kind of proofread

wc: 2,433

SYNOPSIS: billie won’t stop working, you want to go out but she won’t leave the studio. you had an idea of what to do.

taglist: @chrissv4mp, @billiesguitar, @ilovebillieeilish2000, @d14n4ol, @raspberrymacaroon if your not a part of this list but want to be comment under my tag list post, which is on my masterlist.

an: here's another fic since last week i didn't post anything.

she was always in the studio. always. whether it was 3 am or 4 in the morning. you never got to see her besides when she got out the room to get water, or take a 5 minute break (which was apparently enough time for the whole week).

you never saw her. you understood. she had to work on her new album. it was just work. but the amount of times your slept in a cold bed was getting tiring, and kind of depressing, considering you barely saw your wife, when she was your wife.

“billie?” your soft voice echoed through out the home studio, billie didn’t notice you with her headphones on, “bills” you repeated her name, slowly entering the studio and standing behind her, she finally noticed.

billie removed her headphones and looked behind her, a tired smile finding it’s way on her face, “hey baby.” she said, while looking up, and taking your hips in her hands. you were wearing a silk satin robe, which was driving her insane.

“hi.” you smiled as billie kissed your stomach, “i wanted to surprise you.” you said, enjoying her hands on you, she hasn’t touched you in three weeks, and you were getting desperate.

“wanted to surprise me?” she smiled, for the first time in weeks, she almost forgot how happy you made her, almost forgot about you.

“yeah,” you smirk, untying you robe and seeing billie’s eyes widen. you were wearing almost nothing underneath, just lacy underwear.

“so it’s that kind of surprise?” she chuckled, trying to act like seeing you half naked in her studio didn’t affect her.

you hum, removing her hands on your hips getting in front of her and sitting on her desk, spreading your legs, “you can’t touch me though,” you said, tilting your head to the side, which made your untied hair go that way.

billie thought about her album, the amount of work she had to do was piling up each day. but she couldn’t deny you, she never could and never will, “you tryna’ tease me?” she placed her hand on your upper thigh, but you pushed it off.

“maybe.” you smile, innocently, like you weren’t dripping on her desk, “you’ve been working a lot.” you said, nonchalantly, while billie was imagining the way she could take you, “do you also sleep here?” you asked, curious.

“no— i sleep in our bed i just leave before you wake up.” she said, it made much more sense. why you woke up with a pillow next to you every time you woke up, and why her side of the bed was messy.

“how long do you sleep for?” you asked, again.

“six hours…” billie trailed off, couldn’t even look at your face, not like she was looking at it in the first place.

“don’t lie to me billie.” you threatened, closing your thighs, and getting off her desk.

“okay! okay, i sleep for three hours.” billie said, slightly scared of what you might do. you weren’t scared to make her sleep on the couch the last time she even remotely did anything wrong.

“three hours?” you said in disbelief, you knew her sleep schedule sucked, but it was getting borderline unhealthy and insane, “you sleep for three fucking hours? are you serious?” you said.

“no i sleep for two.”

“billie!”

“i’m joking!”

“don’t joke about that, god.” you sighed, with your head in your hands.

billie felt bad. didn’t know how much her not being there affected you, “i’ll take a ten minute break then.” you looked up, mischievously, this was exactly what you wanted.

“fifteen.”

“ten.” she argued.

“twenty.”

“fifteen.”

“an hour.” you smiled.

“fine,” billie caved, laying back on her seat, and looking up at you, “your so lucky your adorable.” she said, and you hummed, sitting back on her desk, scooting to the very edge of it, and billie immediately sat up, like she was trained to do it.

“god, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” she breathed, almost absentmindedly, your belly burned a little, but not from that fiery pit that had been present earlier. this was desire. you felt desired.

“bills,” you whimpered as she lifted one of your legs to kiss along your thigh. she focused all her attention on the one thigh, running her hands and lips over the soft skin.

“jesus christ,” she whispered, watching your skin dimple under her fingers. she squeezed it harder, her lips climbing up your thigh. she brought one hand to your other thigh because she knew she wouldn’t be able to give it the proper attention it deserved before she got hungry and dove right in. the faint smell was already driving her wild.

you whimpered again when she got to her destination. you could feel her heavy breath against your underwear. she looked up at you pleadingly, her pupils drowning out her bright blue irises.

“can i take them off?” she asked, running her thumb over the lacy waistband. you shuddered and nodded, unable to make out any real words. she bit her lip and took your underwear off, throwing the white lace behind her.

“holy shit,” she sighed, eyes locked on your wet pussy. “i wanna eat it so fucking bad, baby. please,” she pleaded, her voice cracking in desire. you looked down at her, watching her throat bob as she swallowed thickly. like she was genuinely drooling.

you didn’t feel pressure to say yes, but you felt it would be cruel to say no. billie wanted it so bad.

“yes.”

billie gasped, her warm breath fanning over your folds. she licked her lips. “slowly, please,” you said, your words shaky. she nodded and looked up at you briefly in confirmation.

she looked back down and used her thumb to spread you apart before her tongue dove in. you moaned loudly at the contact, watching her lap up every crevice with fervor. her nose bumped your clit, and her mouth opened eagerly, exploring your pussy with her skilled tongue. she dipped it into your entrance, groaning at the taste that flooded her. the vibrations set you into a fit of complete pleasure, so she continued humming softly as she ate you out.

she devoured you like a woman starved, lapped and groaned as if she hadn’t eaten in days and you were a desert oasis. her hands gripped your hips, pulling your pussy as close as possible to her mouth. like this was a privilege she’d never again be able to afford.

you built up to your high quickly, thighs clenching tightly around her head. “b-billie, i’m gonna—”

you whined when she pulled away, looking down at her in betrayal. her face was coated in you from the nose down. she only licked her lips, not bothering to wipe the rest of it off.

“not yet,” she said lowly. she managed to look away from your pussy, despite how much she just wanted to dive in and stay there the rest of the night. “i’m gonna go get the strap, alright?”

your eyes widened and you nodded, unable to formulate words. you hadn’t been able to feel the strap for months now, your rare and short meetings with her between shows, and business meetings were short lived, only able to kiss for barely a minute before someone barged in.

she pressed a kiss to your knee and got up, a bright smile on her face that didn’t match how much she was about to wreck you. she disappeared into the studio’s door, probably rummaging frantically in the closet and box where all the toys were. you closed your eyes, trying not to touch yourself at the thought of her.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,” billie breathed from above you. you opened your eyes, crossing them when you saw the dildo fastened to billie’s hips. you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the plastic tip, making billie gasp.

“you wanna suck it?” she asked. you just nodded eagerly and opened your mouth. you wanted to feel it in every way possible after being away from her so long. she held it by the base and fed it to you, your lips wrapping around the plastic.

“good girl,” she praised, watching intently as you took whatever you could into your mouth, which wasn’t much, “you can take more can’t you angel?” she said, gripping the back of your head and making you gag against the dildo, “breathe from your nose, don’t— don’t panic baby.” she said.

you felt yourself leak onto the desk as she praised you, you sucked it a little longer, until the desire was too much and you pulled away, panting. she was panting as well, having thoroughly enjoyed the show you just put on for her.

“you wanna ride me?” she asked, knowing what your answer would be.

you nodded eagerly, practically drenched at the idea. “alright, baby,” she said, grabbing your waist and moving you aside for a second. she laid back on her chair, breathing heavily, the dildo jutting out from her hips standing tall.

she pulled you into her lap and looked up at you, naked, and needy, she pinched your nipples, making you gasp. “sit on it,” she commanded, her voice dark. it took you a moment to realize what she meant, your mind hazy, but you lifted your hips and centered yourself above the dildo. you let the tip prod your entrance before lowering your hips, moaning as you sunk down on it. you lowered them slowly, feeling yourself being stretched out.

“good fucking girl.” billie groaned. her movements on your nipples stopped, distracted by the sight of you taking her. she put her hands down on your thighs instead, squeezing as you slowly took more of her inside.

“bill— billie,” you moaned, bracing yourself on her clothed chest. you finally took all of her, squeaking in pleasure when she slapped your ass gently.

“fuckin’ look at yourself, messy on my lap. and who was trying to act bossy a few minutes ago hm?” she said, as if she hadn’t begged to eat you out.

you looked at the mirror behind her, she positioned you where you could see yourself on it, “see how— see how fuckin’ pretty you look.” she breathed as you started moving your hips up and down, slowly. “say it. tell me you’re pretty.”

you looked down at her and she slapped your ass, making you yelp. “i-i’m pretty!” she nodded her head in satisfaction. “that’s right. watch yourself.” you kept watching yourself, riding her cock faster as the pleasure of it increased. she thumbed your clit, rubbing it as she kept praising you under her breath. you rode her until your thighs burned with the exertion.

“you’re gorgeous,” she said as she started thrusting her hips upwards, helping you ride her. she looked down, watching the dildo go in and out of you. “your pussy too. so perfect.”

you bit your lip, stifling a moan. watching yourself riding her like that was embarrassing, but you didn’t wanna disappoint billie. and, truthfully, it turned you on.

you rolled your hips, and billie was halfway down the chair, practically sliding off of it, she was laid back, with her hands behind her head looking down to see her dick sliding in and out of you.

“getting tired angel? didn’t even do anythin’ yet. you don’t appreciate my efforts.” she said sitting up and holding you from under your thighs, sitting up from her chair. you yelped, wrapping your arms around her neck and not wanting to fall on the cold floor. billie would never drop you though, even though she teased it.

she didn’t pull out yet, just walked to your shared bedroom, still inside you, “billie.” you whimper, grinding softly on her.

“impatient too.” she mumbled putting you down on the bed, “can’t help it,” you gasp as she turned you around, positioning you so you could see yourself in the bedroom mirror.

“wanna’ fuck you from the back,” she mumbled, and took your hips, dragged you closer to her pelvis and you could feel the tip of her cock to your entrance, “you want this angel?” she asked, and you had your head laid down on the bed, nodding, “we can’t have that.” she took you by the hair gently and guided you so you could see.

“see? you can still see me, just in the mirror, kay’?” she smiled, and you bit your lip, as she took the dildo and prodded it at your entrance, sliding it in and filling you up, once she saw that you were still biting your lip, she took her left hand and put her index, and middle finger in your mouth, “fuckin’ look at yourself.” she groaned, you did, you saw the way your brows furrowed and the spit going down your chin, with billie’s fingers in your mouth.

“you like it? you like getting fucked like a good girl?” she asked in-between pants. your face told her all she needed to know, flushed and scrunched up from the pleasure.

your moans got more intense in volume, and she continued her exact pace, wanting to make you cum soon. “you gonna cum, baby?”

you nodded as best you could with her hand still in your hair, crying out her name. she held her pace, starting to sweat from exertion before she could tell you were incredibly close from the way your legs shook.

“come for me. come on my dick.”

you practically screamed, immediately obeying her. your eyes closed tightly, clenching around her dick as she slowed down her pace to let you ride it out. you swore you had seen a glimpse of heaven, your orgasm feeling like it lasted for centuries. finally, though, you collapsed on the bed, completely spent and breathing heavily.

she kept herself inside you as you recovered, waiting to be told what to do. “pull out, please,” you said after a moment. she pulled out slowly, holding your waist with one arm as she used her free hand to take the strap off.

when it was off, she brought you closer, keeping you against her chest as you cuddled up to her. she ran her calloused fingertips over your shoulders and your back, soothing you. your mind felt clear enough after a couple minutes, not feeling so tired anymore.

“this would’ve happened sooner if you weren’t so busy.”

[girrl1nterrupted]

try me

teasing billie around her family until she snaps ;)

PART ONE‼️- just teasing in this part fr

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"billie doesn't even like that show", finneas laughed hitting her knee. you were over at her house for a family gathering and was standing opposite her, leaning against the wall. she was sat, man spreading in her baggy shorts and oversized black jersey. her multicoloured cap shadowed her face but revealed enough to see her playfully glare at her brother. she was wedged between Claudia and finneas laughing in unison with them.

"shut up, I watched it before you did", she rolled her eyes. "oh yeah dude, totally", he replied reaching for his drink. the way she was sitting was driving you crazy. she was so hot. you were lost in your thoughts, eyes wandering up and down her body, thinking of how badly you wanted to be on top of her right now. it wasnt until they all called your name simultaneously that you snapped out of it.

"oh uh, what was that?", your cheeks flush as if they were reading your mind. your filthy thoughts. you started fanning yourself with the collar of your tshirt, swallowing hard. you didnt want to look at billie, you knew a second of eye contact and your knees would give out. still, you couldn't help yourself. you locked eyes with her. fuck. wrong move. she was staring at you, eyes low, biting her raw lips as her hand moved slowly along her thigh. to everyone else, this was normal. to you, you were going insane. that deep stare of hers causing your breath to catch in your throat.

"y-yeah I agree?", your voice cracking slightly as you held her line of sight. the others laughed, including her parents who were sitting on the sofa next to them. they all continued talking, claudia sometimes hitting billies arm when they were joking. except you. you were focused on her. the way her hair fell so effortlessly, her piercing blue eyes, the definition in her face when she spoke or laughed. you wanted her so bad. thank god you were wearing black jeans or, you could've sworn you'd have visible leak marks. why did she turn you on so much by doing so little? little to nothing and you were a mess.

why not have some fun with her?

you approached the table in front of them, kneeling down. "why dont we play uno?", you suggested causing Claudia and finneas to get up and find the cards. their parents were now in the kitchen preparing dinner. taking this as an opportunity, you sat next to her, softly resting your hand on her thigh. you knew what this did to her, anytime your hand touched anywhere, really, she would get riled up. rubbing it slowly, you stared at her. "hey, pretty girl", she said smiling. god, her voice was not helping. you didnt respond, instead leaned your head close to her neck. you felt and watched her breathing get ragged. your lips brushed her throat, moving them to her ear. your hand ran along her arm, squeeing her bicep and smirking knowing she was flexing. "giving me a feel?", you whispered teasingly down her ear.

a soft moan left her lips. "what are you doing?", she replied almost out of breath. "I want you so bad right now", you replied. bilie pushed you back, revealing the desire that swarmed her pupils. her hand gripped your shoulder hard as her fingers began twisting your top. you watched as she sunk her teeth into her lip, bucking her hips up readjusting herself. for a second, you thought she was going to take you right there but, the sounds of the others came into focus, realising youd drowned them out.

"stop", she groaned just as finneas opened the door. you sat up, acting as if nothing happened. the 4 of you began playing with tense, playful arguments filling the room. although you were around people, you kept teasing her. rubbing her arm, putting your hand over hers when playing your cards, letting out moans disguised as frustration. they weren't. billie knew that. every time, she'd shoot you a pained look. a look telling you she was close to breaking. your hand snaked along her thigh, eyes locking in an inviting gaze. it was thrilling.

"getting hot in here, isn't it bils?", you said taking your top off. you had on a crop top underneath, nothing too crazy but to her, it was enough. as if she couldnt control it, you heard a quiet "fuck", come from her, just loud enough for you to hear. finneas agreed opening the window and you couldn't help the tingling from increasing between your thighs at how your girlfriend was reacting. suddenly, a warm, tight grip came around your waist. "lets play as doubles now, yeah?", billies voice surprisingly calm.

"you guys play, im gonna go to the bathroom", you replied to the group, setting your cards down. you stood looking at yourself in the mirror, splashing cold water on your face. you were definitely just as turned on as she was. you were wondering how no-one else picked up on what was going on, you couldve cut the tension with a knife. as you dried your face, you heard the door open and close. looking up, you saw her. face flush, eyes burning with lust, jaw clenched.

you were finally going to get what you wanted.

[angievue]

flower girl ʚɞ billie eilish

in which you work at a flower shop and billie works at a tattoo parlour right next door

contains smut, degrading, dumbification, fingering & oral, ig readers innocent, unsupportive parents, this is really bad LOL

a/n guys i found this i think i made this three months ago for fun and OMG😭 also i’m on my phone so that’s why the layout is so ugly😔 i’m not even gonna proof read this cuz its so bad but i love the tattoo girl x flower girl trope so🫠 might re write this or make a pt 2 idk!!

You’ve always been a bit of a goody two shoes. The obedient type, always following your parents’ strict rules and agreeing to whatever your friends begged for, even though you never truly felt free. Your life felt like it was on lockdown, confined by your parents’ watchful eyes.

That was until you started working at a cozy little flower shop. The space was filled with hyacinths, lilies, and roses, and you felt instantly at home there. You could arrange bouquets however you liked and finally had a chance to connect with the world outside.

But what you liked most was the dark-haired girl who worked at the tattoo shop right next to your little flower shop. Growing up, you were taught that attraction to the same gender was forbidden, so now, alone with your thoughts, you can’t help but be drawn to her.

You’ve never spoken to her, and God knows when you will. You’ve only ever seen her walking into the shop every weekday at 8 a.m. and leaving at 5 p.m.

You’ve always wondered what she was like. Her long, raven hair and baggy clothes. You wondered what her name was or what color her eyes were. You wondered if she’d ever think about you the way you think about her.

But she had one flaw: her tattoo parlor somehow scared customers away. The loud music and her starkly different aesthetic made your beautiful flower shop feel dim and boring by comparison. You found yourself loathing her for it.

Today, you swore to confront her and send her a sweet message.

So here you are, standing outside her little tattoo parlor. The edgy music blasts from inside, and you can feel your knees getting weak.

You open the door and immediately feel out of place. Dressed in your cute pink skirt, white sweater, leg warmers, and Mary Janes, you stand out against the harsh red lights and black, dimmed walls of the tattoo parlor. You can’t believe you’re here—imagine if your parents saw you in a place like this…

You gulp as your eyes meet hers. She’s the one you’ve been secretly watching for months now. Her icy blue eyes and rosy pink lips make your stomach twist, and you bite your lip, nervously approaching her with your hands tucked behind your back.

“You here for a tattoo?” she asks, her voice carrying an edge that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Um… no! Actually, I’m from the flower shop… right next door,” you manage, voice shaky. “Your music is kinda loud… and, well, I’ve been getting some complaints from my customers, so… if you could maybe turn it down a little?”

You stare down at your shoes, feeling like a complete idiot as you mumble through your words, unable to meet her piercing gaze.

She lets out a low chuckle, biting her lip. “Flower shop, eh?”

You glance up, nodding with wide, blinking eyes. Her gaze holds yours, and you feel heat rise through your body.

Her eyes roam over you, lingering just a little too long. She shifts, leaning in closer. “Hm. I’ll think about it… if you give me something.”

Your face lights up. “Okay! Like… a flower?”

She laughs softly, amused by your innocence. “Mm. Yeah… like a flower.”

And that’s how you found yourself, dazed and flustered, barely able to think straight, hiding out in the tiny, employees-only bathroom tucked away in the back of the flower shop.

Billie was her name. And she didn’t really want a flower…

Your breath hitches as you feel Billie's fingers trace the curve of your spine, her touch both gentle and teasing. You shiver, unable to suppress a soft whine as her fingertips trail lower, dipping into the crease of your ass. Her voice is a low murmur in your ear, honeyed and dripping with promise.

"You’re so fucking eager, aren’t you? Like a dumb little puppy."

The words should sting, but they only make your heart race faster. You nod, too consumed by your own arousal to form a response. Billie chuckles, the sound sending a thrill down your spine.

Her hands slide around your waist, pulling you back against her chest. You can feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of your clothes, and it makes your skin tingle. Billie nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

"Such a sweet baby," she purrs, her lips brushing against your skin. "I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

You whimper, a desperate plea escaping your lips. Billie’s grip tightens, drawing you even closer. Her mouth finds the sensitive spot just below your ear, and she bites down gently, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp.

"Please…" you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Billie hums in satisfaction, her hand sliding down to cup your heat through the fabric of your panties. You feel yourself growing wetter at her touch, your body betraying you with every passing second. She teases you, circling your clit with her thumb, making you squirm in her hold.

"So naughty," she mocks, her tone playful yet domineering. "Such a whore letting a random girl touch you like this. I bet you’d do anything I say, wouldn’t you?”

You nod frantically, your mind foggy with arousal. Billie’s fingers dip beneath the edge of your panties, slipping inside to find your slick entrance. You moan loudly, arching your back to give her better access. She thrusts two fingers into you without warning, making you cry out.

"That’s it, baby," she coos. "Take it. Take my fingers like the good girl you are."

Her words are laced with condescension, but you find them intoxicating. You press yourself harder onto her hand, desperate for more. Billie pulls her fingers out with a wet sound, bringing them to her mouth to lick them clean. You watch, entranced, as she savors your taste.

"Mmm, delicious," she murmurs. "But you know what you really need, don’t you?"

You shake your head, unsure, but your body tenses with anticipation. Billie smirks, clearly enjoying the power she holds over you.

"On your knees," she commands, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You comply immediately, dropping to your knees before her. Billie steps back, giving you room to maneuver. She undoes her pants with deliberate slowness, letting them fall to the floor in a pool around her ankles. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of her exposed pussy, glistening with desire.

"Come on," she orders, her voice firm. "Show me how much of a dumb little slut you really are.

You hesitate for only a moment before leaning forward, your tongue flicking out to taste her. Billie hisses at the contact, gripping your hair tightly as you begin to lick and suck at her clit. Your movements are hesitant at first, but she guides you with forceful tugs on your hair, showing you exactly what she wants.

"Fuck, that’s it," she groans. "Lick it like you mean it, my little baby.

The harshness of her words spurs you on, your tongue working faster as you try to bring her to the edge. Billie’s hips buck against your face, her moans growing louder and more urgent. You can feel the tension building in her body, and you redouble your efforts, determined to make her come.

"Oh, fuck," she gasps, her fingers tightening in your hair.

She pulls away from your mouth abruptly, making you whine in protest. But before you can react, she spins you around, pushing your face against insf the wall. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you realize what’s coming next.

"Stay still," she warns, her voice clipped.

"I’m going to ruin you, and you’re going to take it like the good little slut you are."

You nod, your body trembling with anticipation. Billie wastes no time, her fingers returning to your soaked pussy. She pushes one inside, then two, scissoring them to stretch you open. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, your hips rocking back instinctively.

"Such a greedy little thing," she taunts.

With that, she removes her fingers and replaces them with something much larger—her tongue. You cry out at the sudden invasion, your body shuddering as she laps at your folds, drinking in your juices. Her mouth is demanding, relentless, and you can feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge.

"Billie… please…" you beg, your voice breaking. "I can’t… I can’t hold on…"

"Good," she whispers against your flesh. "Let go, my dumb little baby. Let go for me."

And with those words, you do. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, overwhelming your senses. You scream her name, your entire body convulsing with pleasure as Billie continues to eat you out, driving you further into bliss.

As your climax begins to fade, she pulls away, leaving you panting and spent. But before you can catch your breath, she flips you over, pinning you down with her body. Her eyes burn with intensity as she looks down at you.

"Liked that, did you?" she asks, her voice low and dangerous. "How about we make this a regular thing?"

You blink up at her, dazed and sated. Part of you wants to protest, to say that this is so unprofessional and wrong. But the other part of you, the part that’s currently throbbing with residual pleasure, doesn’t want this to ever end.

"Yes…" you whisper, your voice barely audible. "Whatever you want…"

Billie smiles, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Good girl."

a/n someone do this trope justice or if someones already done smth like this LMK PLZ😫 i love it

[tan1shere]

Heyyyyyyy could YOU please PLEASE do one where Billie tells the reader how to touch herself, while Billie is on tour?!!?

Call Me

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: coming righttttt up, hope you like it 😊

Warnings: smut, phone sex ?? Masterbating - think thats it !

Masterlist

It was lonely here all alone. Finding little jobs and activities to do to fill in time. Whenever you weren't working, yourself. Your girlfriend, Billie was currently on her HMHAS tour. And you haven't seen her in days. Truth be told you missed her like crazy. Her presence. Her voice. Her touch..

Which led to the next feeling you missed. Ovulation was no joke. And you were currently facing the feral-ness of it. Even more so that she isn't here. You had been frustrated all day. And you only now realize why. You needed to touch yourself, you had to relieve this pent up tension. So as the night comes along you get into your warm, comfortable bed. Checking the time. Billie usually calls around this time.

You figure shes sleeping, she had been extra tired lately. You go to slide your hand down into your shorts, about to touch yourself. When you do, but stopping. Things aren't the same. You wanted her touch. You try to continue but nothing was feeling good right now. That caused more frustration to bubble inside you. Deciding to just sleep it away. And hope tomorrow was normal.

Next day rolls around and you still have the same feeling. Frustration and horniness. Not a great combination, the day felt longer because of it. It was a bit earlier when you got home, but thankfully Billie didn't have a show today. So she was hopefully going to answer when you call. You couldn't take it anymore you needed her help. And you needed it desperately.

You go to lay on the bed, grabbing your phone and dialing her number. She answers in seconds, causing you to grow nervous. In all the years of being with her, phone sex was the one thing you've yet to do. So ofcourse you were nervous. Would she even help you, would this be odd? "Hi baby." You hear her say, cheerfully. You smile to yourself. "Hello!" You try your hardest to not jump into things, going to try give her some hints.

"How was your day?" She then asks. You sigh, ever so lightly. "A little frustrating, good to be home though. How about yours?" - "Mine was pretty boring I've just been preparing for tomorrow's show and chilling. Why was yours frustrating my love?" You think for a moment. "Just some work and other little things, some of which I just can't fix by myself.." - "I'm sorry, anything I can do to help at all?" Yes. Phone fuck me. Was all you wanted to say but you had to play things cool. Even if your body was heating up at the thought of this happening.

"Not that I can think of, just wanted to hear your voice I missed you." She smiles to herself. "I miss you too babe." There was a small pause, you were contemplating on how you'd do this. When a small idea pops into your head. You missed her voice so much, and it sounds like you had just woke her up from a nap. Her voice was slightly raspy, a bit of her tiredness peeking through.

"Did anything else happen today?" You then ask, getting comfortable on the bed. Moving your hands just above the waistband of your underwear. You had decided to get straight into your sleepwear, just a loose night gown. Wanting to feel good as all you've been wearing lately are big t-shirts to bed. You wanted to feel hot, make this moment more sensual. "Not too much if im honest, just got my outfit for tomorrow, did some other things. Just boring stuff really." You hum in reply, moving your hand in your underwear as she speaks.

Was this wrong? It felt a little like that. Your face heats up what're you even doing. But you get pulled from your thoughts when you hear your name. "Hello? Y/n, baby. You still there?" The name made you bite your lip. "Y-yeah sorry." She chuckles. "You didn't answer my question love." "Oh, oops. What was it?" She smiles to herself again, finding you cute. Except what you were doing was far from cute and downright filthy. "I asked you how shark had been, he's behaving right?" Your hand moves lower, trying to stay focused on the conversation and her voice. "Y-yeah he's been good." You let out a quiet sigh but she hears it. "Everything ok?"

You get nervous again, how were you even going to manage this. "I'm fine.." You needed her to keep talking, and thankfully she does. "Ok, Im sure if it's anything youre just tired. I was going to talk to you about when I get back, we have a dinner with Finn on the Friday. Just thought I'd remind you incase you forgot." Your finger had been in you, slowly moving the whole time she was talking. And when you don't reply she gets more confused. "Baby, what're you doing you seem distracted." You holt your movements, trying to think of an excuse but why? You wanted to call her and ask.

Ask her to talk to you, help you. So why were you so damn nervous. "Talk to me baby." God sake her voice was so hot even when she wasn't intentionally trying. You bite your lip again trying to stop any noise that was about to escape. Mustering up some sort of strength to reply. "I'm f-fine." Was all you managed to respond with. Billie sits there in thought, when she hears another sigh. Was she catching on? She needed to be sure. "I miss you, so. So much." She was playing with fire. You don't respond again, having your eyes shut as you try to give yourself pleasure.

When it's not working you let out another sigh followed by a tiny whine. She hears that loud and clear, smirking to herself. She knew good and well what you were doing. "Can't wait to see you in a few days, get to kiss you. Hold you. Touch.. you." She chose her words evily. But she didn't stop there. A breath was to be heard. Followed by a frustrated sigh. "Let me help, baby. You sound annoyed." Another small whine left you, at the fact she was right and just overall the way she was speaking to you.

Your brows knit together, giving in and letting her. She knows now, there's no point in staying silent. "It's no good, I miss you. Your hands." She coos. "I know baby, I know. I'm just so good at touching my girl huh?" Your head rests back. "So good." You breath into the speaker. "Your fingers still inside?" You reply with a hum. "Move em." So you do just that, slowly at first. "Move your thumb, touch your clit for me." You do that, touching it then moving your thumb in a circle motion.

Everything was so still and quiet she could hear your wetness and God it was driving her nuts, she wanted to be there. To see it, to feel it. "That's it." She says encouragingly, hearing your noises as you speed up on both tactics. She could just imagine it, you touching yourself just to her speaking. "Was baby doing this the whole time I was talking?" She then says. Your cheeks grow red with heat. "I- uhm." She lets out an evil chuckle, sending tingles straight to your pussy. It was such a hot chuckle. But then again, anything she did right now was 10x hotter. "You're such a filthy girl huh?" You bite your lip yet again.

Feeling more pleasure than you had been. "Please keep talking please." You begged. Voice so needy. "Plunge deeper for me, know you can. Imagine my fingers. How deep they go. Imagine your thumb is my tongue as I swirl it around your throbbing clit." Your back arches at the thought, you needed it more than anything. "Need you so bad." A louder moan was to be heard. The fact this woman is just talking to you and you almost coat the sheets in your nectar. She felt all the power in this moment. "Go faster for me - that's a good girl." She finishes as she hears the squelching increase. Your breaths and moans mingle into one as you get closer.

"Mmm, fuck I'm so so close. Please." She laughs yet again. "So cute, still asking to cum even when I'm miles away. So incredibly good, aren't you?" Your head lulls back into the pillows again, feeling the knot almost snap. "Fuck, Billie." - "Faster baby, rub your clit. Wanna hear you squirt." Just those words alone send both of those sensations out of you, having you leak and squirt all at once. Your breath being uneven as your eyes roll back. "Good, girl. That's what I like to hear."

[pinkslipxox]

Dining Table:

Summary: Billie eating her favorite meal (you) 🤭

Warnings: smut 💋

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The only thing Billie had in her mind while driving home from the studio was you. It had been a long day, and she was dying to see you, her wife, the light of her life. Her heart fluttered at the thought of you greeting her at the door upon her arrival, your smile lighting up your face as you welcomed her with open arms and a sweet kiss that always seemed to melt the stress of her day away.

A fond smile spread on Billie’s lips at the soft sound of you humming as she stepped inside the house. She followed the melody into the kitchen. What she saw made her stop dead in her tracks.

Practically clinging onto your hips was the lacy black underwear with little bows that she picked out for you in Tokyo, the very pair that showed off the lower-back tattoo that you recently got that’s been driving her crazy. Billie silently prayed that it was all you were wearing, and she thanked the gods when you turned around to reveal that you were topless as well, your plump, full breasts staring right back at her with the sweetest smile that Billie had ever seen as you mixed a glass bowl with what it looked like cookie dough in your hands.

“Holy shit,” Billie breathed, her eyes shamelessly racking over your body. Her gaze lingered a little longer on your breasts before she forced herself to look at you in the eyes.

“Welcome home, Billie,” you greeted innocently, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Billie gulped. “Damn, baby, are you trying to kill me or something?”

“I wanted to make you cookies when you got home. Are you surprised, Bills?” you hummed, your voice soft and sweet with a teasing edge to it.

Billie’s lips curled into a smirk. She slowly made her way over to you, her eyes never leaving yours, and stopped right in front you. Faces inches apart. She took the glass bowl from our hands and placed it on the counter. Her fingers traced lightly over the curve of your body, loving how goosebumps instantly formed on your skin at her touch. Your nipples began to harden and Billie licked her lips. She knew that you knew exactly what you were doing. You wanted her to come home and see you like this. Not that Billie was complaining or anything.

This was the best fucking surprise she’s ever had.

“What am I going to do with you, Mrs. O’Connell?” Billie tisked, shaking her head, feigning disapproval.

“Whatever you want,” you murmured the only response Billie wanted to hear.

Billie growled. “Good answer.”

Her lips clashed with yours, passionately, urgently, swallowing your moans and gasps. She couldn’t help but smirk. Billie’s mind started to cloud with all the possible things she could do to you. As she planted hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck, an idea popped into her head, one that she’s always wanted to try out with you but never found the perfect moment to do so.

Until now.

A squeal escapes your lips as Billie lifted you with ease, her hold on your thighs tight as she carried you out of the kitchen, your legs wrapped around her waist. She sat you down on the dining table, prying your legs open, before she slid the panties off and threw them to the side. Billie groaned at the sight of your glistening pussy, her mouth watering at the thought of your sweetness. She ran a finger along your folds, making you gasp, and locked eyes with you as she sucked the moisture off. Just as she suspected— absolutely fucking delicious.

“M’gonna eat you out,” Billie murmured as she kissed along your inner thigh, making you squirm, but Billie was quick to hold you in place. “Gonna lick you until you’re begging me to stop. That’s what you wanted, right, baby girl?”

“Y-yes,” you whimpered but Billie wasn’t satisfied with your answer. She slapped your pussy, making you cry out, and held your chin so that you were looking at her.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you want me to lick your pussy,” Billie demanded, her voice stern. She just had to hear it from your own mouth.

“I want you to lick my pussy, Billie,” you squeaked and Billie’s lip curled into a smirk.

“Good girl,” she praised as she hooked one of your legs over her shoulder. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaking.”

The moment Billie’s tongue met your pussy, she’s in heaven. Her eyes fluttered closed as your taste consumed her senses, your moans echoing throughout the house. Billie groaned at the feeling of you tugging her hair, guiding her further into your sex, and she couldn’t help but smirk at the way you chanted her name. She wrapped her lips around your clit, sucking gently as she flicked her tongue faster, reveling in your scent, your taste. Your pussy was like a drug to her, she’d spend all day and all night between your legs, licking, sucking, biting, getting all up in it.

“Billie!” you screamed as your legs began to tremble, your head thrown back in pleasure as you began to unravel before your wife.

Billie wanted your orgasm as much as you did. She pulled your hips towards her, her mouth devouring you as if her life depended on it, switching between licking and sucking until she’s swallowed every last drop of your sweetness. Her lips pressed against your collarbone as she rubbed your thighs in a comforting manner, gently coaxing you to return from your high.

“You’re as sedated as I am,” Billie half-slurred, half-chuckled as she planted kisses to your jaw, and you hummed in response.

“I’m never going to think of the dining table the same way again,” you giggled softly, and Billie smirked.

“Best meal I’ve ever eaten on here,” she teased and you lightly smacked her arm, making her laugh.

[dollarbils]

babbles | b.e.

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. billies a talker and she can’t stop herself from rambling while you’re between her thighs, or on top of her.

warnings. smut, praising, fluff.

request masterlist

your head was buried in her thighs, listening to her mumbles of praise as you lapped up her juices. she tasted so sweet, her arousal coating your tongue and consuming your senses.

“mm, so good to me, baby.” her fingers were lost in your hair, tugging and pushing you harder against her. your hands kept her hips in place and her moans coaxed you into continuing. you loved getting her off. the satisfaction of her pleasure being all you needed in return. but of course, she wouldn’t let you go without taking care of your needs afterwards.

“keep going, angel.” she guided you, motioning where she needed you and how. she was always vocal with her own pleasure, never shying away from what she wanted. and it drove her crazy when you gave it to her. her mind was foggy and her lips dry, fingertips pressed against your head as your tongue danced through her folds. and yet, through all of this, she was still in control.

“fuck, baby. i’m nearly- oh my god.” her back arched into you as she came undone, and you, catching her orgasm with your tongue. she clenched around the fingers you’d had prodded in her entrance as you helped her ride out her orgasm by rubbing her clit, sucking her dry until she was overstimulated. she pulled you on top of her, reaching for her strap. this girl’s stamina was insane.

“love the way you taste, bils.” you pecked her lips as her hands wrapped themselves around your neck.

“yeah?” she smiled, unable to stop kissing you. her movements were sloppy, as she recovered and gained the strength to continue.

“mhm.” you replied, in between sweet kisses.

“love you, baby.” her tongue went past your lips, tasting herself as you moved onto her lap. she held your body firmly, groans escaping as you began grinding your hips onto her.

“patience, my love. i’m still sensitive.” you smiled, proud of your work and she clearly realised. you complied with her request for patience, kissing her was enough for the moment. and you soon got lost in it, your hands tangled in her messy hair and hers, rubbing your hips comfortingly. your breaths were in sync, your heartbeats matching each others as she broke from the kisses to mumble small words of praise. the fire in the pit of your stomach never ceased as you began to grow desperate, whining into her mouth.

“you’re so perfect for me, treat me so well.” she didn’t break away from the kiss as she positioned the strap on her pelvis. she tapped your ass, signalling for you to lift your hips. her lips parted as she was about to speak, and you knew what was coming. every-time she opened her mouth more filthy words would come out.

“come on baby, sit on my dick.” she helped you align the strap with your entrance, as you let out a choked whimper when you felt the tip. she contemplated wether you were ready to take her like that or not.

“you sure you want it raw?” she looked into you eyes, searching for hesitation but when you nodded, she pulled your hips down. she wasn’t slow with it either, forcing you to take her whole, in one go.

“mm, fuck.” you cursed into her neck, head buried there, as you gripped her arms for support. she rocked your hips back and forth before you built up the strength to do it yourself.

“that’s it, my girl.” she commented as you began bouncing like a fucking bunny. she tried to help you as best as she could but it was getting harder for her to focus.

“mm, so good. fuckin’ me so good, baby.” she made an effort to play with your tits, enjoying watching them rock with the rhythm of your body. she began bucking her hips every-time you’d sit back down on the strap, driving it deeper up your cunt. you’re eyes were squeezed shut and your mouth parted, it was a sight for sore eyes.

“lookin’ so pretty like that, babe. need you to keep doing that.” her body was moving in sync with yours, the friction so intense it nearly sent you both. she was looking at you with her eyes that had gone dark, lust consuming her as she watched you ride her strap.

“b-billie.” your mouth had run dry as you trembled in her grasp, clenching on her dick, and she swore she could feel it. she tapped your cheek in instruction to open your eyes and look at her. she was biting her lip as her eyes bore into yours, reaching for your sanity and crushing it as you went feral. she watched as you moaned, broken up cries of her name.

“keep making those pretty noises.” her grunts and babbles of praise never faltered. and when you grew tired, at the brink of your orgasm, she helped you rock your hips those last few times. you collapsed on her, a white, hot sensation taking over your body as you moaned into her mouth.

“i could stay like this forever.” she whispered on your lips and you nodded.

“don’t pull out, not yet, please.” she smirked as you said this, caressing your skin as you leaned into her warm body.

“of course, whatever you want, baby.”

[drunkinyourbenz]

IF YOU'RE GONNA LIE, DO IT IN MY BED

☆ SYNOPSIS: billie kept lying to your face, but when she looked at you like that, you didn't really have it in you to care. you did, however, have it in you to push her further by being a brat. ☆ RELATIONSHIP: dom!billie eilish x fem!bratty!reader ☆ WARNINGS: SMUT, mean billie (oops), reader is a tiny bit pathetic, bratty reader, situationship/fwb, angry sex (kind of?), crying, established safe word (not used), strap-on, oral on a strap-on, deepthroating, gagging, oral, overstimulation, squirting, degradation, praise, petnames (pretty girl, baby, ma, etc.) name calling (slut, whore, brat, etc.), choking, hair pulling, humiliation, dumbification, billie is so condescending in this, toxic dynamic. ☆ NOTE: sorry babes i've been totally off the grid, writing this when i should be studying calculus lmao!! this is long as hell i'm so sorry i got carried away 😭 title from the song ‘guess we lied…’ by fletcher. this is oxytocin billie at her finest btw!! also situationship/fwb billie has me in a chokehold !! also i'm on my period rn lmaooo ☆ WORD COUNT: 4.8k words

you’d been in a friends with benefits situation with billie for roughly the past four months, but you’d known each other for far longer. billie was too busy for a proper relationship, so the past four months had been all hotel rendezvous and stolen kisses, but no real commitment.

billie would always fuck you better than anyone else could, and you'd be left alone in a cold and empty bed the next morning. she knew how to treat a girl, that was for sure, she was just emotionally unavailable. she needed someone who didn’t need her to actually be present in their life, just there for a good time when she felt like it. 

of course, that was where you came in—you and the countless other girls she had wrapped around her finger. there had been many girls throughout the years, but rumour had it, most of them were gone after less than a month. that knowledge gave you an addictive feeling of importance, something that kept you coming back for more. you might mean nothing to her, but you meant more than the others did. 

you’d planned to meet up today, but billie was late—of course she was. 

she’d been at a party���of course she had. 

chances were, she’d been out fucking one of the many other girls she had totally entrapped in her siren-like charm—she told you that you were her favourite, but you weren’t sure you believed her. she probably told every single girl she fucked that, she just happened to keep you around for longer than most. 

so she stumbled into the hotel room she’d told you to meet her in, forty five minutes late, a resting frown on her face as she kicked off her shoes upon entering the room. you look up from where you sat on the bed scrolling your phone, raising an eyebrow. 

“late again, where were you?” your voice didn’t sound accusatory, simply curious, but you were accusing her of something, and she knew it. 

she shrugged casually, her face still set in that slight scowl. “a party, it’s not important.” 

she was clearly in a bad mood, but you didn’t really have it in you to care. her bad mood was no excuse to leave you hanging for almost an hour. you laughed dryly. “next time, just cancel. i don’t care if you don’t want to see me, that’s fine. just don’t leave me waiting here for you to show up.” 

billie rolls her eyes slightly, through her eyes, it genuinely didn’t matter, and it was irrational for you to be this annoyed. the two of you weren’t dating, she did this with so many other girls, you weren’t special. “god, you’re so dramatic. it was just a party, it’s not a big deal.”

you let out a soft scoff, “i don’t care that it was a party. just let me know next time so that i don’t sit alone in an empty hotel room for almost an hour looking like an absolute loser.” 

“i meant to get here on time.” 

“don’t lie to me, i know that if you mean to do something, you do it.” which was true. if billie actually wanted to do something, she found a way to do it. 

billie raises an eyebrow, “you’re being a brat.”

you bite back another scoff, but can’t stop yourself from snapping back at her. “and you’re being a bitch.”

something seemed to change in billie’s eyes then, one of her eyebrows raising as she took a few steps towards you. you almost instinctively took a step back, a reminder of the control she had over you even when you were trying to be mad at her.

her eyes were a fraction darker than they had been before, her sharp blue eyes fixated on you as she kept waking forward, backing you towards the hotel bed without even touching you—that was the power she held over you. 

“i’m being a bitch? hm, interesting. you don’t look like you think i’m a bitch, you look like you want me to fuck you.” her voice was smooth and level, but there was a sort of harsh bite to it, a warning, foreshadowing for what was to come.

you couldn’t even deny it, not really. you wanted to deny it, but she was right. you did want her to fuck you, despite how little she clearly cared about your feelings right now. 

she took a step closer again, and you felt the back of your knees hit the mattress—you hadn’t even been aware of stepping that far back. she watched you closely, a calculating look in her eyes.

“so? you gonna say it, or what? i know you waited around for a reason.”

again, she was right. why else you have waited around for almost forty five minutes? no one fucked you like she did, and you could tell she knew it, from the smug smirk that always painted her lips when she was fucking into you with her strap. god, she could be so cocky sometimes, the knowledge that she was so incredibly hot was a little too powerful for her. 

when you thought about it, it was kind of pathetic that you’d actually waited around for forty five minutes. like, who does that? why had you sat alone in the hotel room, waiting for her in the silence? why hadn’t you walked out after twenty minutes and gone to the party where your friends were probably drunk off their faces—the party that you had skipped because you already had plans. plans with billie. 

you’d waited around for forty five minutes, and you knew full well that you weren’t going to get her to have a mature conversation. so, you concluded, you might as well make the wait worth it, and let her fuck you. and if you were going to get fucked, it might as well be good. 

so, when you spoke, you kept the slightly snarky tone. “obviously, why else would i have waited around for so long?”

she saw the bratty look in your eyes, and her eyes darkened further. she clearly wasn’t in a great mood, and needed a way to blow off steam—your brattiness was giving her exactly that, an outlet. she huffed, grabbing your jaw tighter as she stared at you. she pushed you so you fell onto your back on the bed, landing with a slight impact on the soft mattress. she crawled on top of you so she was straddling your hips, one of her hands coming to wrap around your neck, pressing down to give you just the right amount of pressure. it was a warning, but you weren’t at all worried. 

“watch your fuckin’ tone, ma. and don’t look at me like that. you’re a brat today, aren’t you?” 

you caught the slight sparkle in her eye in reaction to your attitude, which just pushed you further. she was enjoying this, seeing you act up. you kept the same tone to your voice, looking up into her eyes as her ring-clad hand pressed down on your neck.

“well, i think i deserve to be a brat, after being left hanging for almost an hour.”

she pressed down slightly harder on your neck, her nails digging into your skin slightly and her eyes narrowing as she held your eye contact. 

“is that really how you want to play this? don’t act like you didn’t wait around here like an obedient little slut for that whole hour.” 

you could’ve sworn you felt your brain falter as her words went straight to your core, because when she talked like that, you always melted a little bit inside. you couldn’t find any quick smartass comeback this time, but you didn’t want to look even more pathetic by fumbling for a response you weren’t going to find, so you simply rolled your eyes.

at your eye roll, she pressed her lips together slightly, “where’s the good girl i normally get to fuck? hmm?” she said those words as if your bratty attitude is somehow displeasing to her, but you knew for a fact that it was the opposite. she loved when you were like this, it gave her an excuse to be rougher, meaner. 

“guess i’ll just have to remind you how to behave, won’t i?” 

the hand on your neck snaked around to the back of your head, where she took a fistful of your hair in her hand and tugged roughly at it, sending a stinging sensation to your scalp. she used the hand she was pulling your hair with to angle your face upwards, so you were looking right up into her eyes. you held the eye contact, an almost challenging look in your eyes as you spoke again.

“maybe you should. might wanna hurry up with it, though. getting bored here.” that was a blatant lie, you were not bored, and you could listen to her degrade you like you were her slut for hours, but you wanted to push her. you wanted her to be unable to resist fucking you hard. no matter how good the other girls she’d fucked at the party were, you would be better, and you were sure of it. you had to stand out somehow.

your words did indeed have the intended effect on billie, and she let out a scoff, giving your hair another harsh tug as a reminder that she was in charge. 

“watch that fuckin’ mouth, sweetheart. it looks better when it’s being put to use.”

that, of course, was the perfect opening for another bratty remark, and you were too deep in to resist winding her up now. “well, i don’t see you putting it to use, do i?” 

and… that was it. you could practically see something in the wiring of her brain change as she snapped. “that’s it,” she breathed out, her grip on your hair tightening as she climbed off you, pulling you off the bed and pushing you to your knees on the floor in front of her in an instant. 

“you really can’t learn to shut your pretty little mouth, can you? you know, you’re a lot prettier when you shut up.”

she was unbuttoning her pants as she spoke, and you could see the bulge of her strap-on underneath the clothes. within moments, her pants were discarded on the floor, revealing her signature long red strap. for how long she’d spent on the back and forth teasing, she sure seemed to be in a rush now. her hand returned to your hair, gathering it in a makeshift ponytail, harshly tugging your head back to an angle that worked for her. 

“you’re also a lot prettier on your knees, so gorgeous f’me.”

those words were misleading, almost soft. when she spoke again, her voice was raspy as she looked down at you with that harsh look in her eyes. “my fuckin’ slut. gonna take what i give you, and you’re not gonna complain.” 

that you weren’t, even in your bratty state, you knew you weren’t in a place to complain, on your knees in front of her. plus, you were pretty sure that you wouldn’t need to complain, not for this. you were right, when she pushed the strap-on into your mouth. you hollowed out your cheeks to make it easier to take—not that billie was at all concerned with whether this was easy for you. she wanted to make you cry, she wanted you to be an absolute mess, right there in front of her and on your knees.

your tongue swirled along the sides of the strap, putting on a show for her. she smirked, loving that she had finally shut you up. the satisfaction of seeing you no longer talking back didn’t last for long, however, and soon she had tightened her grip on your hair, holding your head firmly in place. then, she started thrusting the strap as deep as she possibly could inside your mouth.

you faltered at first, your gag reflex acting up, as always. you’d always had a bad gag reflex, but billie didn’t seem to care. after a moment, you managed to sort out the gagging reflex, but it wasn’t long before it was acting up again. you could feel the tears prickling at your eyes, as you always did when billie did this. you were convinced the only reason billie ever got you to suck off the strap was so she could see you cry when you gagged. 

after a while, you felt the tears rolling down your cheeks, mixing with the spit that had gathered around your mouth from the sheer pace at which billie was thrusting the strap into you. you let out a muffled whimper around the faux dick, and if you could look up and move your head from the tight grasp billie had on your hair, you’d see the cocky smirk painted on her face. she loved shutting you up like this, and she loved seeing the tears rolling down your cheeks. it was a reminder that she could make you into a mess like no one else ever could. 

“god, look at you. so pathetic f’me.” 

eventually, once billie was satisfied with how much of a mess you were, she pulled the strap out of your mouth, using the still-harsh grip on your hair to pull you up off your knees. she manhandled you to your feet in front of her, looking you up and down for a moment with a smirk. she took a moment to just take the sight in, your hair messy from how she’d held it, your cheeks tear-stained, and a slightly dumb, empty look in your eyes—oh, how she just adored how much of a mess she could make you. 

it wasn’t long that she spent admiring you—she was still in a bad mood, and she desperately needed to blow off some steam. pretty soon, she had crossed her arms while she looked at you closely, “strip.”

you didn’t hesitate—she was unbelievably good at stripping you of your brattiness, as well as your clothes. you could feel any stubbornness you’d had leaving your body at an alarming speed. once you were stood there in front of her in just your bra and panties, billie’s lips twitched up into a small, satisfied smirk. she placed a hand on your shoulder, pushing you backwards to the bed with ease, and you fell backwards onto the sheets and pillows that had been perfectly smoothed out by the hotel staff earlier that day—they wouldn’t be looking that flawless for much longer. 

she took a few more moments just admiring you, in front of her on the bed, almost bare. her index finger slipped under your panties before letting them snap back onto your skin with a teasing grin. her other hand moved to your bra, where she tweaked at one of your nipples through the lace, the sharp pain rushing straight to your core.

it wasn’t long before she’d manhandled you into the position she wanted—from behind, it seemed to be a favourite of hers—and rid you of your bra and panties. she lined the strap up with your entrance, and within moments, she’d thrusted the strap fully into you, not giving you any time to adjust. one of her hands circled your clit teasingly, dipping inside your pussy briefly and gathering your wetness on her finger with a smug smirk.

“so wet…that all from me throwing you around? treating you like some dumb toy? fuckin’ whore.” 

you let out an utterly pathetic whimper, and she chuckled darkly as she thrusted into you roughly from behind, your pussy swallowing her so perfectly, so willingly—a huge contrast from the bratty display you’d been putting on earlier. her hand squeezed at your ass as she gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail again, harshly forcing your head back. 

“mm, look at you taking me so well, so much prettier when you just shut up. moments like this remind me why you’re my favourite.” you were sure you weren’t her favourite, you were sure she said that to all her girls, but you didn’t care. you let out a moan at her words, and she gave your hair another tug in response. “so fuckin’ pretty when you let me do the thinking, baby.” 

she gave your hair another harsh pull to emphasise her next words, “dumb brats don’t need to think, yeah?”

you whined again, and she laughed, the hand that was grasping your hair moved to circle around your neck, squeezing slightly. it wasn’t enough to really hurt you, just a display of dominance—as if the way she was thrusting into you wasn’t enough to tell who was in charge. 

the metal of her rings dug into the skin of your neck as she squeezed, and another moan spilled from your lips at the feeling combined with the pace at which she was fucking you from behind. 

keeping her pace the same and her hand around your neck, she asked, “colour?” she always checked in, no matter how caught up in fucking you she might seem, she was always attentive to your signals. 

“green,” you muttered, surprised you even managed to get a word out with the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

she grinned, although you couldn’t see it, and kept pounding into you at the same harsh speed, the hand that wasn’t around your neck squeezing your ass again. then, she leaned over to speak in your ear, her body pressed against your back. her lips brushed against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. god, she knew what she was doing. 

“still think i’m a bitch, hm?” 

you debated just not replying, but you knew that being bratty again was just what she wanted you to do—and who were you to deny her? “a bitch who’s fucking me good, yeah.” 

if you could see her, you would’ve seen her smirk widen as her warm breath fanned over your neck near your ear, and she gave your ear a teasing nip, “still a brat, i see. guess i’ll just have to fuck it out of you.”

she moved away from your ear, the hand around your neck moving back to its previous position in your hair, tugging your head back with her harsh grip. her other hand moved to your hip, holding you in place as she thrusted into you. another trail of moans fell from your lips, your hands moving to dig into the sheets of the bed. “i’m- fuck, billie—” 

she laughed condescendingly, giving your thigh a slap, and you whimpered as the pain sunk in. “mm, a bitch who’s fucking you so good you can’t even form a whole sentence, right?” 

you just cried out at her words, your hands gripping the sheets as your walls clenched around her strap, your head going fuzzy from the pleasure she was bringing you. you didn’t care how many other girls she had fucked right before she got here, not when she was fucking you this good. you were so, so close, and she could tell.

“cum on my cock, baby. wanna see you fall apart,” she gave your hip a squeeze and tugged your hair, and that was enough to push you over the edge. you came with a moan, clinging onto the sheets like your life depended on it, pleasure washing over you in the most intense waves. your eyes squeezed shut as you mumbled incoherent nonsense, “bils, fuck—oh my god…”

she grinned again, keeping up the bruising pace, which you assumed was just her helping you ride through your orgasm. but even once you’d come down from the intense pleasure, she was still thrusting deeply inside you, causing whimpers to fall from your lips. 

“bils, too much–fuck, it hurts—”

giving your hair another pull, she spoke with that same raspy voice, “i don’t care if it hurts, you’re gonna take what i fuckin’ give you, mamas. you know what to do if it’s really too much.” 

you let out a strangled cry as she kept pounding into you, the pleasure mixing with pain and creating an intense feeling of ecstasy—but she was right, if you needed her to stop, you knew what to say. but you didn’t, you just kept letting out those same broken moans as your hands tangled in the sheets. your release was gathering around the base of the silicone as she pounded into you. 

she let go of your hair, moving her hand so both of them were firmly holding your hips, keeping you in place as she fucked into you at that bruising pace. you were almost certain you would have bruises from how firm her grip on your hips was—not to mention how unlikely it was that you’d be able to walk the next day—but you didn’t care. it just felt too good, her fucking into you like this, the way she was manhandling you…

it wasn’t long before one of her hands snuck down to your clit, circling it torturously with her index finger and drawing even more desperate moans from your lips. you were embarrassingly close to your second orgasm, it couldn’t have been longer than five minutes since you came down from the last, but you could feel your walls clenching around her strap again. 

billie noticed this, of course, and you could visualise the smug smirk on her lips when she spoke. “gonna cum f’me again, pretty girl? god, you look so much better like this.” 

so, you came around her cock for the second time that night, moans falling from your lips like music. your arms were aching from holding yourself up, and you slumped down slightly, resting your head on the newly messed up sheets of the bed, a soft sigh escaping you. your thoughts were jumbled and you couldn’t pick out a single coherent thought amidst the mess of pleasure, your thoughts just a repeating mantra of billie’s name. 

after a moment, billie pulled the strap out of you, and you whined again at the feeling of emptiness that took over you. she laughed softly, a slight condescending undertone to it, before grabbing your shoulders to turn you over so you were laying on your back. her touch was decidedly more gentle than it had been earlier, but she clearly wasn’t finished with you yet. 

once you were on your back, she pushed your thighs apart and settled down between them, propping herself up with her elbows and looking up at you. her lips twitched upwards when she took in the expression on your face, you were completely wrecked—and she’d made you like that. she watched as you took deep, heavy breaths, your head resting back against the bed as you stared at the ceiling. 

“can you move up f’me? get your head on the pillow, ma.” 

her voice was almost soft, and you nodded quietly, using your weak arms to pull yourself up the bed slightly. once your head was resting on the pillow, you let out a soft sigh of relief—your neck was aching from how hard she’d been gripping it, so the pillow gave you some much needed extra support. 

she looked at you for a moment, before speaking again, that raspy hint to her voice still very much present. she seemed a bit more cautious than she had been, a lot of her frustration from the day clearly fading from how hard she’d fucked you. “i wanna taste you, baby. colour?” 

you nod softly, exhaling slowly. you were exhausted from how hard she’d been fucking you, but you needed her mouth on you. “mhm, green.” 

it didn’t take any more confirmation for her to lean down and bury her face in your pussy, her hands gripping your thighs and holding you firmly in place. her tongue licked a stripe up your slit, drawing a loud moan from you. your thighs instinctively closed around her head, the amount of pleasure she’d given you hard to bear. she tsked, giving your thigh a warning slap and firmly forcing them open again,

“stay still.” 

two fingers slipped inside you with ease, and she started thrusting them inside you at a torturously slow pace while her tongue circled your sensitive bud. the slow pace was a contrast from how fast she had previously been pounding into you, and you knew she was doing it on purpose to drive you insane. everything she did was always so calculated, exactly what you needed at that moment to make you fall apart, to make you an absolute mess for her. 

her free hand moved up to your tits, giving them both a soft, misleading squeeze, before harshly pinching your nipple between her index finger and thumb, laughing mockingly when you let out a soft cry of pain.

“oh, it hurts? hm, you’re fuckin’ pathetic, baby. such a mess.”

the sounds of her fingers inside you echoed around the hotel room, the only sound other than your moans. you were so impossibly wet, and you could feel another orgasm approaching rapidly as her fingers curled inside you, “mm, you’re taking me so well. such a good, dumb slut for me, hm?” 

your walls clenched around her fingers at her words, and she grinned, nipping at your inner thigh teasingly before returning her tongue to your clit. “yeah, my good little slut. like when i call you that, ma?” 

you moaned again, and you were coming on her fingers before you could stop yourself, your body going limp against the bed as you were hit by your third high of the night, moans falling weakly from your lips. 

billie didn’t stop her movements, her tongue moving from your clit to your pussy, gathering your taste on her warm tongue and moaning softly. her fingers replaced your tongue at your clit, and you flinched as they circled your sensitive bud. 

you let out a whine as her tongue kept up her movements, slurring out a soft protest through the pain of being so overstimulated, “bils, i can’t– ‘m too sensitive—”

she hummed against your pussy, the vibrations eliciting another moan from you. she pulled back ever so slightly to respond, but you could still feel her warm breaths hitting your clit in the most achingly pleasurable way.

 “fuckin’ take it like a good girl, know you can.” her fingers kept circling your clit. “you want to be a good girl for me, right? make up for being such a brat?” 

you nodded desperately, because yes, you wanted to be her good girl. you wanted to please her, “yes, fuck– wanna be your good girl, billie-” 

billie grinned, her tongue returning to where it had been, slipping inside you as her fingers teased your clit, “mhm, my good girl. my favourite girl.” 

you whined at the pleasure she brought you, trying not to close your thighs around her head again as they shook from the sheer pleasure of this moment. you didn’t even really comprehend her words, the way she kept throwing around the lie that you were her favourite.

you didn’t even care if you weren’t her favourite girl, being one of the girls was more than enough for you. you didn’t care how many other girls she’d fucked right before this, because you could feel her tongue coaxing yet another powerful orgasm out of you. a sob left your lips, the pleasure overwhelming you and taking over your body in every way possible. god, she was too good at this.

you opened your mouth to warn her, but all that came out was a moan as she flicked your clit with her finger, and the dam broke. your head fell back against the pillow as liquid gushed out of you, soaking her chin and the sheets below you. 

she eagerly lapped at it, and you let out another strangled whine, your hand reaching out to her head. your fingers tangled in her hair, trying to guide her off you. your things were shaking, your skin tingling, your body drenched in sweat, your mind foggy.

it was too much, the pleasure becoming too overwhelming. you’d have told her that if you could form words, but she took your signal and dragged her mouth away from your pussy, pressing a few soft kisses to your inner thigh. 

“mm, look how messy you are, mamas. such a messy slut, all for me?”

you whined softly as she pressed kisses to your trembling thighs, “all for you.”

she grinned up at you smugly from where she lay between your thighs, her eyes raking over your face and body. her smile widened as she took in just how wrecked she’d made you, your hair messy and your body limp and exhausted, paired with the marks that were already appearing on your hips and neck from her harsh grip. she found you unbelievably gorgeous when you were like this, and she gave one of your thighs a teasing squeeze. 

she had fucked the brattiness out of you, just like she’d said she would. 

“see, baby, what did i tell you? so much prettier when you’re not being a brat.”

[luvzshy]

hi i’ve had this idea for a while but could you write something about billie and actress reader being very close friends for years, but then reader invites Billie to stay at her place for a week since it's been a while since they last saw each other, and after a few days reader confess her feelings to billie while watching a movie on her couch, but make it very hoooooot and very smutty pretty please

add a lot of tension before the confession part and how reader and billie are already veryyy touchy as friends!!

also i think current/brunette billie would be perfect for that!!

The Confession

Summary: After years of friendship, the lines between Billie Eilish and her actress best friend blur when they reunite for a week at the reader’s place. As the tension builds and the chemistry ignites, they find themselves navigating uncharted territory of desire, leading to a passionate confession that changes everything.

Word Count: Approximately 1,189 words

Warnings: Smut, sexual tension, explicit language, friends-to-lovers, light descriptions of intimacy

The years you spent with Billie were a whirlwind of laughter, support, and the kind of deep conversations that only the closest of friends could share. But somewhere along the way, the innocent touches and playful banter shifted into something undeniably charged, a tension simmering just beneath the surface.

When you invited Billie over to your place for a week, you had no idea how this would change everything. She arrived with that signature smile that made your heart race, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing an oversized hoodie that did nothing to hide her curves.

“Missed you,” you said, pulling her into a hug, letting the warmth of her body linger against yours a moment too long. You could smell her perfume—sweet, intoxicating, and it made your head spin.

“Missed you too,” she replied, her voice soft as she pulled back, those green eyes sparkling with mischief.

As the days rolled on, the two of you fell back into your comfortable routine. You spent evenings sprawled on the couch, watching movies, but your attention was always on each other. Each time her thigh brushed against yours or her fingers lightly grazed your skin, your heart would race, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

One night, as you settled in for a particularly cheesy romantic film, the couch was too small for the space you both filled with pent-up energy. You settled in close, her arm draping over your shoulders as you sank into her warmth.

“Are you even paying attention to the movie?” she teased, nudging you playfully.

“Of course I am,” you replied, though you could hardly focus. The proximity of her body, the way her thumb absentmindedly rubbed circles on your arm, was far too distracting. “It’s riveting.”

Billie chuckled, but her gaze was serious as it flicked to your lips. “I think you’re lying.” The playful smile lingered, but her eyes were intense, full of something unspoken.

“Maybe I am,” you confessed, heart racing as your breaths quickened, and the playful banter began to dissolve into something deeper.

“Why do I feel like there’s more going on in that pretty head of yours?” she whispered, leaning closer until her lips were mere inches from yours.

“Because there is,” you said, voice trembling slightly. “Billie, I can’t keep pretending that this is just friendship. I’ve liked you for a long time, and I think it’s more than just that.”

Billie’s breath hitched, and you could see her processing your words. The tension in the room was palpable, thickening the air around you both. “You’re serious?” she asked, almost in disbelief.

“Completely.”

You leaned in, the distance between you vanishing as your lips met in a soft kiss that quickly ignited into something more. Billie tasted sweet, like the candy you’d shared earlier, and you melted against her as the kiss deepened. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as her body pressed against yours.

As you kissed, you felt the world around you disappear, leaving just the two of you. Your hands roamed over her body, feeling the warmth of her curves beneath the fabric of her hoodie. You tugged at it, wanting to feel more of her skin beneath your fingers.

Billie pulled back for a breath, eyes dark with desire. “Are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

“More than anything,” you breathed, leaning in to kiss her again.

With a swift movement, Billie shifted, pushing you gently back against the couch, her body hovering over you. The kiss grew more frantic, hungry, as she explored your mouth with a fervor that left you breathless. You could feel her warmth radiating against you, the undeniable heat of the moment consuming you both.

“Let me,” she murmured against your lips, her voice dripping with desire, before trailing kisses down your neck, sending electric shocks through your body. You gasped, arching into her touch as she kissed along your collarbone, her hands slipping beneath the hem of your shirt.

“God, Billie…” you moaned, heart racing as her fingers brushed over your skin. Every touch was igniting fire within you, the need building to an almost unbearable level.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she confessed, her voice low and rough. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”

Her hands explored your body, fingers tracing along the curves of your waist, pulling you closer as she pressed her body against you, her hips rolling against yours, causing heat to pool in your stomach.

“Billie,” you gasped, feeling overwhelmed with desire. You tugged at her hoodie, wanting to peel it off and reveal the skin beneath.

She hesitated, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. “Are you sure?” she asked, searching for any signs of doubt.

You nodded, your breath shaky but resolute. “I want you, Billie. Please.”

With a breathless smile, Billie leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that sent sparks flying through your body. She quickly shed her hoodie, exposing a simple black bralette that hugged her curves perfectly. Your hands instinctively roamed over her skin, fingers tracing the edges, marveling at how soft she felt beneath your touch.

You pulled her closer, your hands roaming down her back as your lips never left hers. Billie moaned softly into the kiss, and the sound ignited something primal within you. You rolled your hips against hers, and she gasped, a delicious sound that spurred you on.

“More,” she whispered, breaking the kiss to breathe in deeply, her eyes dark and filled with longing.

You nodded, letting instinct guide you as you pushed her back gently until she was lying flat on the couch, your body hovering over hers. The heat between you was intoxicating, the tension that had built up over the years now manifesting in a whirlwind of passion.

Your lips met again, deeper this time, the kiss filled with urgency and need. You moved your hands to explore her body, caressing her curves, savoring every inch of skin you could reach. As you kissed, you could feel her hands moving down your sides, fingers tugging at your shirt, urging you to let her explore as well.

With a swift motion, she pulled you down against her, her hands sliding under your shirt, fingers grazing your skin, causing you to shiver in delight. The world around you faded, leaving only the two of you lost in each other.

“Let me show you how much I want you,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire, and you could only nod, lost in the moment.

Billie flipped you over, capturing your lips again as she straddled you, her body pressing down against yours. The heat radiating from her was intoxicating, and you could feel every curve against you, igniting a fire within that demanded to be fed.

“Are you ready for this?” she asked, her breath hot against your ear as she pressed her body closer.

“More than ever,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, desire burning through you like wildfire.

With a sultry smile, Billie began to move against you, her hips rolling in a rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You gasped, feeling her warmth enveloping you, the intensity of your shared passion building to an almost unbearable level.

“Just like that,” you encouraged, hands gripping her waist, urging her on.

Billie’s movements grew more urgent, her breath coming in soft gasps as she lost herself in the moment. Every roll of her hips sent waves of pleasure radiating through you, and you could feel the tension building, the promise of something exquisite just within reach.

“God, you feel so good,” she breathed, her fingers gripping your shoulders, nails digging in slightly as she moved faster, the urgency between you escalating.

You pulled her down for another kiss, feeling the heat rise as your bodies melded together, perfectly in sync. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you lost in this moment of pure ecstasy.

As the fire between you ignited, you knew that this night would change everything. This was no longer just friendship—it was something deeper, a connection that would redefine everything you had shared. You surrendered to the passion, the heat, and the undeniable truth of your feelings for Billie, knowing that there was no going back now.

[devynscomet]

in my room

in which; billie would do anything for you.

a/n; i was supposed to post this for kinktober but i lost motivation and i find myself physically unable to write smut so take this shitty fic i can’t finish💔😢

vampillie because we love her.

billie slams her car door shut, twirling her keys in her fingers. she’s tense, she’s stressed, she feels like shit. but it would all be okay, because as soon as she returns home, she knows you’d be there.

billie’s that weird neighbour. she never talks to anybody and nobody ever sees her come in and out of her door. by the time she’s home, everything’s dark. nobody dared to speak to her. except for you.

it’s dark in her house. there’s nobody there, and her footsteps echo eerily throughout the emptiness. her tongue prods gently at the fangs in her mouth, desperate for prey. for something to feed on. she wanted to feed on you. you, you, you.

when she finally reached her bedroom, she lays down in bed, staring pointlessly at the ceiling. her gaze fixed on her window, jaw clenched tightly as she waited for that familiar knock on her window, your voice wafting quietly through the screen.

2:45 am, and she finally hears it.

tap. tap.

a pause.

and then, “are you gonna let me in?”

your voice is like a soothing music to billie’s ears. the room is far too dark for you to see anything from outside. your breath fogged up the glass.

“hello? hellooo?”

billie slid her window up, her pupils blowing out with pure lust and desire as she helps you in. her lips messily attach to yours as she practically shoves you against the wall beside the window, sliding it shut. your hands scrabble desperately at her shirt, trying to catch your brain up to the moment.

when her tongue slides into your mouth, that’s suddenly all you can think about. your moan fills her ears and vibrates against her lips. her hands grip down harshly on yours hips, eyes closing as she put her entire soul into dominating the kiss. all you could do was helplessly hold on as she kissed you hungrily, like she was going to eat you alive. and she knew you’d let her.

eventually, after a heavy make-out session against the wall, your hands gently push against her chest, coming up for air. both of your faces were flushed, lips wet and parted and panting. your expression had changed.

“baby, what’s wrong?” billie murmured, gently cupping your cheek and running her thumb along your bottom lip. something’s wrong. her baby was upset.

“i was spotted by the neighbour’s kid…” when those words hit her ears, her pupils contracted into slits. a small growl of annoyance sounded in the back of her throat, her eyes burning into yours.

“and?”

“and i can’t come back anymore. they know our secret.” your whisper was almost sad, and definitely regretful. her jaw clenched, gaze still cold and fierce. she wasn’t about to let you go. never, would she let you go. you were hers.

“you stay here and don’t leave until i come back.” she snarled, and before you could even process what was happening, billie was down in the kitchen, grabbing a knife.

now, she stood in the neighbour’s backyard, knife gripped tightly in her hand. with practiced ease, she cuts through the screen. for the kid, who saw you, she dug the blade deep into his throat. no chance to scream whatsoever as she muffled him, shoving him to the ground, leaving him dead. she had the dignity to at least make his death a bit less… graphic.

the dad and mom weren’t as lucky. she chased him down the hallway. she shredded up the father’s throat, and he was quick to fall.

billie held the mother’s face still as she straddled her hips. she licked her lips, fangs elongating as a cloud of red clouded her pupils.

“you’re pretty. shame i have to kill you.” she leaned in, her teeth sinking into her neck. but her blood didn’t taste as good as yours. nothing could compare to yours. if anything, it was repulsive.

billie made quick work of the family. nobody would suspect her. even if they did, nobody would be able to catch her. when she got back to the house, you were sitting patiently on her bed, mindlessly staring off at the wall. what caught your attention the most was the copious amount of blood that currently covered her. you should’ve been concerned, this should’ve been your sign to leave. she’d always made it clear you could after all. but no, instead, it was actually rather hot.

“bils…” you’d murmur, standing up slowly and walking over to her.

“im sosososorry, i got mad and caught up and i don’t know—“ billie apologised profusely, but she was shut up the moment she felt your lips on hers. she closed her eyes, her hands gripping onto your hips.

she wasn’t going to let you go now. she couldn’t.

[karaeilishh]

QUIET

summary: What if she tries to fuck you with her fingers under the table while you're sitting with your friends? 

warnings: smut, fingering (r receiving), !dom billie, !sub reader, jealousy, pet names 

a/n: i PROMISE ill post smth new tomorrow | eng is not my first language

“Be quiet, angel.” Billie whispers in your ear as her hand squeezes your thigh. She smiles and shines while talking to your friends when you have to lower your eyes down and try to be quiet. This game was almost every time you and your girlfriend went out in public. She loved to tease you with her hands under your clothes and keep you quiet because...  

“You don't want them to catch us, huh?” She kept smiling, saying those words so softly that only you could hear them. “No...” Your girlfriend didn't like that answer. You didn't realize it right away. Her hand went higher up your thigh, touching your panties. You sighed.  

“Talk to me properly.” She growled, sending a wave of goosebumps over your skin. “No, Billie, I don't want them to catch us.” You answer as quietly and clearly as possible so that she is satisfied. And so it was. She grinned, mouthing “Good girl.”  

Your friends were enthusiastically discussing something, not even guessing what was going on under the table where you were eating a damn pizza. “Hey, girl, you don't look well.” Your friend turned to you, leaning over the table to get a better look at your face. Everyone paid attention to you. Billie looked at you with feigned emotion, as if her fingers were touching your clit right now. She squeezed your skin.   

“Don't worry, I just haven't been getting enough sleep lately, my head hurts.” You said the first thing that came to mind and smiled faintly. Billie's hand relaxed a little, continuing to rub your clit. You really tried to control yourself.   

“Hey, let's go to the bathroom, I'll help you.” The girl got up to take your hand, but stopped abruptly when she saw Billie's murderous look. She froze with a little fear on her face. “I'll walk her through, Jess.” She took her hand away from your heat, getting up from her chair. Billie grabbed your hand, dragging you into the bathroom. You are very lucky that no one was there.   

“Why the fuck is she even trying to take you away?” Billie's voice was irritated. There was fire in her eyes. You didn't know why she was so angry right now. Maybe she just wanted to fuck you too hard. “Babe, she just wanted to help me.” You whisper softly, gently taking her hand. But she didn't appreciate the gesture. 

“You know she likes you.” She turned to you. Her face was inches from yours. You couldn't argue with that argument. “Billie, please...” You couldn't finish because Billie just pinned you against the nearest wall, pressing her body against yours. “Shut up already.”  

You opened your mouth a little, trying to breathe, because she took your breath away every time she did something like that. You touched her bare arms with your fingertips. She sighed. “I don't like her hanging around you. This bitch wants you.” She lifted up your skirt, touching your soaked panties.  

“And what do you want to do?” You moaned softly, squeezing her hands tighter. You knew you had to stay quiet, no matter how hard it was. “Let's give her a little show.” She smiled, pushing the fabric of your panties aside. Her fingers have gathered moisture from your folds. You're blushing.   

“What? No, Billie, don't even think about it!” You raised your voice when two of her fingers hit you. You had to bite your lower lip to stay quiet. She drove you crazy. “Fuck...” Her fingers flexed inside you, hitting your g-spot. Her glasses are fogging up from your hot breath. 

“I didn't ask your permission,” Billie nuzzled your neck, she kissed your skin and left purple marks. Enough for everyone to see. All this time, her fingers have been fucking you relentlessly. “Billie, I'm going to...” 

“Come on, baby. Cum on my fingers. Show me that no one can give you such pleasure as I сan.” She purred, enjoying your weakness. You both knew that you belonged only to her and nothing could change that. Billie kissed you to stifle your moan.  

You both turned sharply when the bathroom door creaked. Jess's face was red with shock and anger. You don't have to show her the show, she saw it all for herself. You were embarrassed, but Billie didn't care. She smiled possessively, looking into her eyes. “Get out, Jess, I'm not finished with her yet.” 

[xoluvx]

first of many; masterlist

blurbs of first times with billie

with a girl

riding bils

eating out bils

sitting on her face

squirting

billie sitting on face

[ficsforthesoul]

on the dining room chair?!?!

amiyah .. amiyah .. 👏

october 24

gentle, slow music played quietly through the small speaker that was set up on the kitchen counter. billie always loved to play music while you and her cooked, baked, or did anything in the kitchen. it just felt so dull and uncomfortable without some background noise. billie had lit a candle earlier that evening, the smell of pumpkin spice lingering all throughout the house and invading your noses. it was the perfect fall day, and the season had only just begun.

the lights in the kitchen were dim, a warm tone cascading all along the tiles of the floor and lighting up the living room just a tiny bit. billie sat at the couch, manspreading as she bit on her nail, her leg bouncing rapidly as her other hand gripped at a nearby pillow. the sight before her was unlike any other, your beautiful naked body bouncing on the dildo she had gotten for you before she left for tour last year. she hadn't seen it since then, so when she came back from the bathroom, it was definitely a surprise.

it was suction cupped to one of the chairs you dragged from the dining table, not moving an inch as you wildly fucked yourself on it, imagining it was billie you were riding. you moaned her name as you sank down on the silicone cock for (what felt like) the thousandth time that night, head lolling back as your fingers pulled at your nipples. you were surprised billie was still even sitting on the couch, only a few feet away from you. maybe she did have some self-control, but that's not what you wanted right now. you were trying to prove her wrong when she said she had self-control, but you were losing the bet.

her hands only began to roam her own body, sick of the sticky feeling growing between her thighs. her hands hastily tugged down her sweatpants, letting them pool at her ankles along with her soaked panties. her blue eyes never left you, moaning out into the air that still reeked of pumpkin spice as she watched one of your hands come down to toy with your clit. she couldn't deny that she was jealous because that really should've been her, touching you like that, but she wasn't gonna lose some bet. she never lost.

"billie, bill—mommy..!" you cried, bouncing up and down on the cock with each word. your voice was getting whiny, a tone that billie loved to hear and would never resist if you used it on her any time before this. but, this time, she stayed still. "so fuckin'—mm." her legs twitched, but she stopped herself from getting up as she plunged two fingers into her needy pussy, pushing her hips up in time with the way she pumped her fingers. her pace was matching yours, wanting—needing to cum with you, "losin' that—ha—confidence, hm?"

KINKTOBER

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[girrl1nterrupted]

5 minutes or less?

youre getting ready for a party and billie cant help herself

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"what'd you think?", you called out to billie. she was sitting at her desk, working when you entered the room. you were wearing a short, black lace dress, matching silver jewellery and a red bra that peeked over the top. "hey sweet- woah", she stopped. her eyes widened at the sight of you, breath visibly getting heavier. "you look-", "hot, right?", you teased.

walking over to her, you watched as her eyes fixed on your tits, unable to move. "up here bils", your tone playful. "you look so fucking hot", she finally said as you approached her, resting your hands on her shoulders. "is that really what youre wearing?". her hands ran along your figure, pulling you onto her lap.

"yeah, do you like it?". her hand rested on your thigh while the other was tightly wrapped around your waist. "a bit too much", she replied, kissing you softly. there was a need in her kiss, the kind of need seeming like she craved you. her lips began pressing harder against yours, almost as if they were asking permission for her tongue to join. within seconds, her tongue fought against yours, her hands tangled in your hair. you pulled away, breathlessly.

"what was that for?", you smirked. "stay", her response immediate. "I cant, ive gotta leave in 10 minutes babe". her face twitched, eyes glossy and innocent yet, pupils darkening with every glance she took up and down your body. "why dont you just come?", you said rubbing her arm. "you know I cant", her voice strained. she began kissing your neck, her sharp jaw cutting into you. "with h-how you look, m-makes me", she cut herself off. her hand came up to your jaw and tilted your head up, giving her more access. "makes me wish I was", her low voice vibrating along your skin. her grip on you tightened, causing that tingling between your thighs to increase. "come on bils, I need to go".

"I need to fuck you", her voice making your body shake. you leaned into her, letting her hands roam freely. your mind was beginning to shut off as her kisses got more aggressive but you pushed her off you. "ive gotta go bils", you stood up leaning down to kiss her once more. as you turned to leave, her hand grabbed your wrist. "ill be quick, please", she pleaded, her breath ragged. "5 minutes or less?", you teased, watching her face light up.

"mhm", she grabbed you hard into her, kissing you harshly, not allowing either of you to breathe. her hands firmly on your hips, she began pushing you back against the desk, reaching for your thighs to pull them up. "up girl, come on", she demanding. you got up, pulling her in by her shirt. "fuck", she groaned attaching her lips to your neck. your hands flew to her head, gripping at her roots. "fuck billie", you moaned. she pulled back, flashing you that cocky smirk of hers before biting your collar bones. "I want you so bad", she whispered.

the throbbing was getting unbearable, you needed her to touch you right now. your hand began pushing her head down and you felt as she smiled against your body, dropping to her knees. she pushed your legs apart, looking up at you frozen. "oh my god", she mumbled before shoving her face between your thighs. a high pitched moan escaped your lips as she began moving her tongue exactly how you liked. she was so good at it. knowing exactly how to eat out her girl. "right there billie, f-fuck", you groaned throwing your neck back. your vision was blurry, your thighs tightening around her.

"keep them open", she slurred as she shoved them apart, holding them in place. the pure dominance that radiated off her had you spiralling. "im so close", you cried, gripping the desk so hard your knuckles went white. "hold it", she replied, causing a shock to shoot through your veins. "I-i cant", you moaned "im so-", your hand came hard onto her head, pushing her as deep as you could as you came uncontrollably in her mouth. your body shook as muffled moans came from your girlfriend, swallowing every drop of your cum.

you held her head there for a moment, riding out your high before letting go. your breathing was heavy, irregular, catching in your throat. Bille got up, her lips glistening with your orgasm as she pulled you in to kiss her, letting you taste yourself. she pulled away, wiping her mouth before smiling at how fucked out you looked. "that was-", "so good right?", she teased just as you had earlier. she held your waist as you looked at the time.

only 2 minutes had passed. 2 fucking minutes. "5 minutes or less, right?", she said cockily before kissing your face. "shut up", you rolled your eyes. it wasnt the first or last time she made you cum this fast.

[billieswildflow3r]

My Baby’s Mama

SYNOPSIS: Billie goes shopping with her pregnant girlfriend.

Fluff

pt.2

Billie scans the baby isle with a curious face, looking for the most expensive thing she could buy for the baby. Toys, clothes, shoes, anything she could find. The baby shower is in a week, you and Billie already chose a name for the baby boy.

Siyah. It was a soft name with hard twist. you loved it and so did she.

“Ooo! Baby look at these.” She held up a light blue onesie with a sleeping bear on it. you nod in approval and lean against the cart for support as the pain from your back intensified.

“you okay?” Billie says holding her soft expression, you nod your head against and purse your lips to exhale, rubbing your swollen stomach. She picks up your body language and takes your hand.

“let’s get these, then we’ll go home.” she says snatching some cute outfits off the rack and placing them in the cart along with the other things.

Billie walks slowly, being mindful of your affected ability to walk, instead you waddle down to the check out where your girlfriend pays for everything.

Once you get to the car, she opens the door for you and helps you get in and presses a gentle kiss on your cheek before putting the groceries in the trunk.

“you want a massage when we get home?” she says closing your door. you quickly nod your head with a desperate expression, she laughs at it and hurries to the other side.