#billie eilish x reader

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prompt 18 pleaseee

˚₊۶ 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑀𝑃𝑇 𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 ৎ˙⋆

18. "I missed youu."

You weren’t supposed to fall asleep. You swore you’d stay up, promised yourself you’d wait just a little longer. The time difference was brutal—Billie’s tour schedule had her bouncing across cities like clockwork, while you remained at home, curled up in bed with your phone clutched tightly in your hand.

You blink awake to the soft buzz of a FaceTime call.

“Baby,” her voice comes through the speaker, raspy and low. “You up?”

You answer with a sleepy groan, flipping over and squinting at the screen. And there she is. Billie, hoodie pulled over her messy blonde hair, freckles prominent under the soft yellow hotel light, smiling like you just gave her oxygen. God, she looks tired—but that doesn’t stop her from beaming at you like you’re the sun she’s been chasing all day.

“I missed youu,” she says, dragging the words out, voice laced with that signature sleepy pout she saves just for you.

Your chest clenches at the sound. “I missed you more,” you mumble, blinking back the blur in your eyes. “You look exhausted, B.”

She shrugs. “Show was crazy. But I couldn’t go to bed without seeing you.”

There’s a pause. Just the sound of her breathing and the quiet crinkle of hotel sheets as she shifts. She sets the phone down, angled just right so you can see her stretched across the bed, one hand under her cheek, the other lazily reaching toward the screen like she could touch you if she tried hard enough.

“I hate being away from you,” she whispers.

You press the phone to your cheek, as if the glass could transfer warmth. “I know. I hate it too.”

She watches you for a while, silent, eyes drinking you in like she’s memorizing every feature all over again. “Wanna come with me next time?” she asks. “I don’t care if it’s messy or chaotic. I just… I want you there.”

You bite your lip. That offer’s been floating between you two for weeks, always hinted at but never spoken outright like this. “You mean it?”

“Of course I mean it.” Her voice breaks a little, too soft, too sincere. “I need you. You’re the only thing that makes me feel like myself.”

And for a moment, the loneliness, the distance, the thousands of miles between you—none of it matters. Because she’s there. And you’re here. And somehow, that’s enough.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Next time, I’ll be there.”

She grins, eyes fluttering closed. “Good. Now sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You fall asleep to the sound of her breathing through the phone, the warmth of her love stretching across oceans just to reach you.

[drunkinyourbenz]

୨ৎ know my place. b.e

୨ৎ sub top!billie eilish x fem!reader

୨ৎ genre: smut and fluff

୨ৎ content: sub top!billie. softdom!bottom!reader. smut. bathroom smut. oral (r recieving). praise. desperate loser billie (my fav billie) it's in the middle of a dinner party. aftercare.

୨ৎ note: ovulating. yeah.

୨ৎ wc: 1.5k

you weren’t entirely sure how many times you’d had to move billie’s had from your thigh throughout the dinner, but it definitely wasn’t working. her hand would end up creeping back up your thigh no matter how many sharp looks you gave her. she’d been like this all day—needy and desperate.

you were having a dinner with some of your friends—ava, jane, and zoe sat across the table from you and billie. odessa, quen, nat, and alex were also scattered around the table. all of them were engaged in conversations, and the house was lit up with a soft laughter. it was at billie’s house—she tended to prefer to have events like these in her own home. just a circle of close friends, and the privacy and comfort of being at home, no paparazzi or disruptions? it was a dream come true for her.

ignoring your warning glances, billie’s hand crept up your thigh once again. leaning in, her voice came out whispered, her breath fanning against your ear. “can we go to the bathroom real quick?” 

eyes flicking over to her, you raised a brow. “god, you’re desperate.” you murmured back, voice just as quiet as billie’s. “but fine,” you relented, as if you were even slightly upset about the idea. “you go first, i’ll join you.” 

billie gave a sly smile in return, excusing herself from the table and heading towards the bathroom. no one thought anything of just her leaving, and you continued your conversation with ava—although, your mind was admittedly far away. eventually, quen asked ava a question, and the two slipped into a natural conversation. taking the chance, you stood, excusing yourself. 

the second you opened the door to the bathroom, you were pulled inside by billie’s hand around your wrist. her lips were against yours in an instant—a messy, rushed kiss. one hand cupped your cheek, the other leaving your wrist to trail down your side. pulling back slightly, she spoke against your lips in a soft whine, “need you.”

you hummed softly, a faux frown painting your lips, “so impatient,” you chided softly. “couldn’t wait until everyone left?” 

another frustrated whine left her lips, “just let me go down on you. please.” 

lips curving up into a soft smirk, you spoke. “mm, how could i say no? just be fast, yeah?”

billie grinned at those words, the gentle go-ahead. “mhm, i can be fast.” 

her hands found your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze before lifting you so you were sat on the counter. unzipping your jeans in record time, she tapped your thigh twice, and you lifted your hips so she could slide them off.

she paused briefly, looking at you for a moment, eyes travelling across your body. letting out a soft breath, she spoke, “so damn pretty. how did i get so lucky?”

she leaned in, pressing her lips to yours, and your tongue slid inside her mouth almost instantly. moaning into the kiss, billie’s hand snuck between your legs again, brushing gently over the fabric of your panties, fingertip slipping slightly underneath before she removed her hand. 

you simply hummed quietly at the teasing, a gentle but clear sign of disapproval, “don’t test it, pretty girl.” 

wasting no time, she dropped to her knees in front of you, knees hitting the cool tiled floor of the bathroom. one hand came up to brush her hair out of the way before she looked forward at your clothed pussy, her hands running up the smooth skin of your thighs

her hands pried your thighs open and she looked up at you with an almost reverent gaze, “so perfect. all for me. all mine.” 

she didn’t tease too much after that, knowing you were short on time—and also just desperate to have her face in between your legs. in no time, her mouth is pressed against your clothed pussy. hooking a finger under the fabric of your panties, she tugged them down your legs.

once you were finally exposed in front of her, she leaned in and ran her tongue through your folds, tongue darting inside of you. her hands were firmly around your thighs, keeping your legs open and holding you still and stable on the counter—you could feel the way her nails dug slightly into your skin, but you weren’t complaining. 

you had to force yourself to stay quiet—you didn’t need your friends in the other room hearing you. they likely had already put the puzzle pieces together, and you didn’t need to give them another reason to tease the two of you later. so, any noises from your mouth were soft, restrained. billie wanted to hear you properly, but she knew that would have to wait. 

watching her, you spoke softly as you looked down at her between your thighs, "you look so pretty on your knees for me..."

billie briefly pulled away ever so slightly. she hummed against you with a slight smirk, hearing your quiet words, before she looked up at you with a glint in her eyes

"yeah, well, i know my place." she murmured, and her mouth was back on you before you could respond, only a soft choked moan leaving your lips.

her tongue flicked gently against your clit, and she smirked when she heard you let out a sharp intake of breath from above her. wrapping her arms around your thighs, she pulled you slightly closer to her, wanting to make you feel as good as she possibly could—and as fast as possible, she didn’t need anyone checking on the two of you.

it was then that footsteps stopped outside the bathroom door—as if billie’s thoughts had jinxed it—and you heard quen’s familiar voice, “you guys okay in there?” you could’ve sworn you heard her laugh, and despite the fact that you were startled, you weren’t worried. the door was shut, and quen was chill—she would tease the two of you once you returned to the table, but she wouldn’t be judging. 

“yeah, we’re okay. thanks, girl.” you spoke, your voice surprisingly level. billie looked as if she were considering just continuing, but you shot her a warning look. she pouted, but listened to the subtle look you gave. instead of continuing, she shifted slightly, her head resting against your thigh as she looked up at you.

quen laughed from outside the door, “you sound better than fine. have fun, you two.” with that, her footsteps retreated. you were well aware that your friends would be teasing the two of you later, but that didn’t matter right now. 

billie’s head was still resting against your thigh, her cheek soft against your skin as she watched you with those icy blue eyes. you smiled at her softly, hand finding her hair for a second, a soft hum of approval leaving your lips. 

“good girl, not being a brat. really thought you were going to keep going,” you twirl one strand of her hair between your index finger and thumb, leaning back against the wall slightly as you watched her.

“can i keep going now? please.”

“yeah, baby. make me cum.”

she instantly straightened up at those words, pushing her hair over her shoulders once again and diving back in, hands firmly returning to your thighs and holding them open. she was eager to please, and she wanted nothing more than to make you feel good. her tongue swirled around your clit, and she moved one hand from your thigh to push two fingers inside of you, thrusting gently. 

a soft moan escaped your lips, “making me feel so good, bils.”

she whined against you at those words, and the vibrations went straight to your core as you clenched around her fingers. 

“cum for me,” she whispered, “please, please.”

in no time, you were cumming around her fingers, and she pressed herself closer, lapping it all up as she gently thrust her fingers inside you while you rode out your high. after a while, the feeling of her tongue against your oversensitive cunt became too much, and you flinched slightly, hands tangling in her hair to gently guide her away.

“sorry,” she whined when you pulled her away, but you pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her.

“don’t apologise, you did nothing wrong. you're so perfect for me, sweet girl.”

you watched the way her eyes practically lit up, and you felt your heart melt, and you added. “i love you.”

“i love you so much.” she smiled, quickly running some warm water over a cloth, before tentatively wiping up around your inner thighs, a question leaving her lips. “you feeling good?”

“mm,” you confirmed, “so good. thank you, angel. you feeling okay?” 

billie simply beamed, wiping her mouth slightly, “feeling perfect.”

you glanced in the mirror before reaching over, smoothing out billie’s hair slightly. billie picked up your panties, passing them to you before helping you back into your jeans.

after a few soft, quiet minutes in the bathroom while the two of you collected yourselves, the two of you braved leaving the bathroom. taking deep breaths, you returned to the dining room, seven heads snapping up in unison as you walked in. they wore knowing grins, and billie squeezed your hand slightly as the two of you returned to your seats.

silence hung over the table for a few seconds, before odessa spoke up with a grin, “so, you two took a while.”

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[emasdi]

literally RAW.

[secretl1fe0fm3]

14 and 47 from the prompt list? :)

more than friends - billie eilish x fem!reader

prompt #14: “since when do friends do things like this?”

prompt #47: “you heard me. i want you to sit on my face.”

warnings: smut, oral (r!receiving), soft dom!billie, sub!reader, slight dirty talk

an: im backkkkkk! lowkey been struggling a little lately with life in general but i’ve had this request in my drafts for a few days now and decided to finally post it :) completing more requests soon, i pinky promise! also happy lesbian visibility week <3

18+ minors dni!!!

You were always close. Too close, maybe.

Sprawled across Billie’s couch like you lived there, a bottle of half-finished red wine dangling from your fingers, you watched her walk around the room in a loose black tee and gray sweatpants. Her bleached red roots peeked through her damp hair, curling slightly at the ends, fresh out of the shower. You tried not to stare, but you failed.

“I swear to God, you always drink the good stuff when it’s mine,” she said, dropping onto the couch beside you, body warm from the hot shower, the scent of her skin and soap thick between you. “Not even a thank you?”

You smirked. “Thanks. Really hitting the spot.”

Her eyes stayed on you longer than usual, lingering. Your stomach flipped, chest tightening with a familiar nervous rush. She’d been doing that more lately. Looking at you too long, brushing past you too close, touching your thigh and not pulling away.

“You okay?” you asked, voice quieter than you meant.

Her lips parted slightly like she was about to say something, but she just looked at you for a long moment. “Mhm,” Billie hummed, then added, “You’re tense.”

You blinked. “Am I?”

“Yeah. Right here.” Her fingers slid over your neck as she pressed her thumb just beneath your jaw. “Why so nervous?”

Your heart stuttered.

“I’m not,” you lied.

She laughed lowly, teasing you. “You’re a terrible liar.”

The tension immediately thickened. Her hand was still on you, palm warm against your throat, her thumb dragging just a little lower. You watched as her eyes dropped to your mouth, your own going dry.

Billie leaned in, her lips barely brushing yours, testing for your reaction. When you didn’t pull away, her hand tightened just a little as she leaned in again.

She kissed you deeply, desperately, like she was claiming something that had been hers all along, but it didn’t feel like just friendship anymore.

Her knee pressed between your thighs as her hand easily slipped beneath your shirt, fingers brushing over your bare chest as she pulled you onto her lap.

You broke away just enough to gasp out, “Since when do friends do things like this?”

She grinned ear to ear. “Who said I wanted to be your friend?”

Your pulse quickened as you stared at Billie with a nervous expression, unsure if you should actually be doing this, with her, your best friend.

“Billie…” You breathed her name like a question, wanting reassurance that this is what you both really wanted.

But she didn’t seem to hesitate. Her grin grew as she leaned in again, lips brushing your ear this time, her voice low and firm.

“I want you,” she said, soft but sure. She leaned back just enough to look you in the eyes. Her expression didn’t waver, but her pupils were blown black as her voice dropped. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Her words stunned you, your breath caught in your throat like you’d been hit in the chest.

“Wh-what?” you stammered, struggling to speak, even though you heard her perfectly.

She grinned, a slow pull of her lips, smirking.

“You heard me, I want you to sit on my face.”

There was no teasing in her voice. No trace of embarrassment, just pure intention. Like she’d thought about it a dozen times before this exact moment.

Your legs shook slightly from where you were sat on her thighs, her hands moving, encouraging, coaxing the waistband of your shorts down over your hips.

“Lift,” she murmured.

You did, without hesitation.

She slid them off slowly, revealing you inch by inch, her gaze dragging over your body. She didn’t say anything at first, just looked. Her hands ran up the outside of your thighs, palms warm, fingers digging in slightly.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” she muttered to herself. Billie leaned back fully, lying horizontal on the couch, her voice dropping even lower as she motioned for you to come closer.

“Come here.”

Your breath hitched as you crawled up over her. Her hands guided you, thumbs brushing the curve of your ass, pulling you higher until you hovered over her mouth. You paused, unsure, hovering just out of reach.

Billie’s grip tightened. “Sit,” she whispered.

You lowered yourself down and her mouth was on you instantly, tongue dragging through your folds with slow, deliberate strokes.

Billie moaned into your already soaked heat, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure up your spine. You gasped, hands flying to the back of the couch for balance as her tongue pressed deeper, flicking against your clit, absolutely devouring you.

Her tongue was relentless, alternating between slow, lazy circles and sudden firm pressure that made your thighs tremble. She didn’t let up as you rolled your hips down against her, moaning when she pushed her tongue in deeper. She pulled you down harder against her mouth, her nose brushing your clit.

You looked down briefly and saw her eyes fluttered shut, her face completely buried between your thighs, her tongue still working you open, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Billie, I’m gonna-” you gasped, your voice and thighs shaking, the words dying in your throat as her tongue lapped greedily at your clit.

“Do it.” she said, the word muffled against you, barely audible.

Her hands dug into your hips, holding you down as your orgasm hit you instantly. Your body tightened, hips bucking, thighs clenching around her head as you rode it out. You whimpered loudly, grinding against her tongue as she kept licking at your wet heat, drawing out every last drop of your climax.

You lifted your trembling body off of her, moving yourself down to straddle her chest, your legs shaking. Your eyes meet, her lips slick with you, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes glinting with a quiet satisfaction as you panted above her.

“So sweet.” she whispered with a smirk, licking her lips.

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[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

You’re my girl

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Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader

Summary: lowkey hurt/comfort, just billie comforting reader and reassuring her she’s not difficult!

Word count: 573

TWs: insecure reader, thinks shes too clingy and needy etc. NOT PROOFREAD!!

Prompt I used!

A/N: Two posts in two consecutive days?? You lot are getting fed. No but seriously might start writing frequently again, requests are open! Please don’t be shy!

“You’re not difficult mamas” Billie held me in her arms as we laid in bed together, my head resting on her chest, soft tears rolling down my cheeks. I’ve been so anxious these past few days, overworked and exhausted. It’s made me over think everything I do, including how much I’m bothering Billie. I feel like I’m too clingy, need room much support and reassurance, just too much. However, she thinks otherwise.

“You really think a relationship should be that hard?” I say quietly, my voice shaking with the effort of holding my tears back, so to not be more of a bother, to not be an over emotional girlfriend who needs constant care and attention, I don’t want to be that.

“No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.” Her voice is soft as she speaks, my heart stutters in my chest at her words. The mild admission that sometimes I can be difficult but nothing she can’t deal with resonates with me. She cares about me, and will look after me.

“You’re not too much, you’re not difficult, I love you just as you are baby. I promise you nothing will change that. Emotions are normal and you shouldn’t invalidate them to please me. I’m here for you, that’s my job.” She kisses my head softly and I kiss the underneath of her chin, a silent token of appreciation.

“I love you. Thank you” I say quietly to her.

“Of course”

We sit in silence for a while, her heartbeat grounding me again. Her hand rests soothingly on my back, the other tangling in my hair. Whenever I’m with her I feel at home, she always knows what to say and what to do. I shuffle a little further up and rest my face in her neck rather than under her head, planting gentle kisses on her skin. She hums quietly into the still room, the only other sound the distant chirp of birds from out the window. I kiss from her neck, to her jaw, to the side of her mouth before finally I reached her lips. The kiss was slow and smooth, a ritual practiced by us many times before. Her hands grip me and keep me close, the need to share our space, to be close is overwhelming.

“Thank you” I whisper softly to her as we pull away from the tender contact.

“For what?” She questions, her head tilting a fraction to the left.

“For putting up with me, for loving me even though I know I’m a lot” My sincerity shone through the self deprecating words, I really am grateful for her, and for her love.

“You don’t have to thank me baby, I love you. I love looking after you, you’re not too much, you’re not too difficult. You’re my girl, forever. So, I’m going to treat you how you deserve to be treated. Which means: permanent princess treatment” My whole body flushes with warmth as she speaks. Finding Billie is like the breakthrough of sunlight on a cold day, she’s the salvation you need to keep you going.

“You’re way too sweet, I love you too” She kisses my rosy cheeks, stained with her words, or the effect of them at least. I smile widely as I lay my head back into her neck, relishing in her warmth when I realise something. I mumble into her neck.

“You’ve written songs about me?”

[pinkslipxox]

Messy Eater:

Summary: title speaks for itself 😇 Billie goes down on you

Warnings: smut ❤️🙈

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“Just a little taste.”

Billie’s voice, low and sultry, sends a delightful shiver down your spine. A pathetic little whimper escapes your lips as she plants kisses along your thighs, her hands roaming your limbs, her touch gentle yet teasing. She’s purposefully avoiding where you need her, where it aches for her.

Your heart pounds with excitement and anticipation. You shouldn’t be doing this. Not with your best friend.

She’s the one that offered. You wanted to experience this. Not with just anyone. Someone you trusted. You just never thought that someone would be Billie. The decision of coming to Billie’s house has been eating you alive since you woke up this morning. Not only that, but for Billie herself to eat you alive.

In her words, not yours.

“Billie…” you whine, breath hitching as you feel her finger on your folds, swiping upwards. Her gaze never leaves yours as she sucks the moisture off, her ocean blue eyes dilated and glowing with lust.

“Fuck.” Billie pushes your legs apart, and you can’t help but feel vulnerable and utterly desired as her eyes rake over your body. Every inch of you is exposed to her. Her mouth and tongue have worked miracles on your neck, collarbone and the swell of your breasts.

“M’gonna make you feel so good,” she murmurs huskily as she hooks one of your legs over her shoulder, and with that, she settles between your thighs and connects her mouth with your core in a way that makes your head spin.

You gasp, body arching in response, nails digging into the sheets as pleasure washes over you. Her tongue dances expertly on your clit, coaxing moans and gasps from the deepest depths of your being. She switches her focus from your clit to your folds, and already you feel your legs tremble. You can’t help but crane your neck to see and the sight makes your breath hitch. Billie’s eyes are rolled back, nose pressed against your public bone, her pretty pink lips connecting with yours, and her cheeks move as she sucks on your clit.

She doesn’t slow down. Your fingers tangle in her hair, pulling and twisting, urging her on. Her tongue swirls in all the right places, and you toss your head back as she plunges her tongue deeper, faster. You can feel your arousal trickling down your inner thighs, soaking the bed sheets beneath you.

Fuck, she good at this. Too good.

“Billie… I—” you moan, a chorus of pleasure escaping your lips as you wither beneath her. “Don’t stop… Please don’t stop!”

Her mouth sucks and slurps faster, devouring you in the most ruthless, heavenly way. The world shrinks down to this moment. You feel yourself on the brink, the sweet ache building to a crescendo that you can no longer hold back.

“Billie! I’m—” Y/N cries out, your body trembling with release as Billie responds to your cries, intensifying her efforts, pushing you over the edge into pure ecstasy.

With a blissful cry, you surrender completely to the orgasm. Your senses are in a haze, chest heaving up and down, sweat glistening on your brow. As the waves begin to subside, Billie crawls back up beside you. She presses your lips together in a passionate kiss, and you moan at the taste of the lingering sweetness. The connection you feel with her is undeniable. And deep down, you know that you are no longer just best friends.

“Messy eater,” you tease, and Billie feigns shock before bursting out in laughter. She pulls you closer to her, arm wrapped around your naked waist in a protective hold.

“Can you blame me?” Billie smirks and connects her lips with yours again.

“What about you?” you ask, wanting to return the favor.

Billie responds, “After.”

You quirk your eyebrows together, confused. “After?”

“After I get another taste,” she says with a smirk before disappearing between your legs again.

[billieswh0r3]

✩︎ ’𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞’

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : the day before yours and billies wedding.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : fiancée!billie x fiancée!reader, reader cries, tooth rotting fluff if you squint, pet names.

𝐚/𝐧 : i might write a part two for this but you guys lmk if you would be interested in a part two :3 double post cause i NEED to get these drafts out.

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.. ’𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞’

✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎

your missing billie like crazy right now. she’s with her friends on the complete opposite side of italy right now. she’s probably at some bar or some establishment related to a bar.

meanwhile you are in some garden, having a picnic with your friends. it was so perfect, the food was amazing, your friends were all you needed..hell there were cats everywhere.

but you can’t help but pout because shes not here. your friends can’t help but poke fun at you. ‘look at the wedding girl.. she’s in italy in a fucking garden and can’t help but pout cause her fiancée isn’t here.’ your closest friends says nudging your shoulder. you laugh softly shoving her back standing up.

you walk over to a step on the ground seeing a small orange cat. you smile to yourself taking a photo of the cat sending the photo to billie before sitting down to pet the cat.

b : very cute baby.

r : it loves me. when we get home lets get a cat :)

b : anything baby, now get back to your friends.

r : okay :(

the last thing you get is a hearted message before you put your phone down making your way towards your friends again. ‘what go to call your girlfriend’ one of them ask as you send them a cheesy smile plopping yourself down next to her.

‘are you nervous for tomorrow?’ one of them asks as you place your head into her lap. ‘mmh..a little bit..im just so ready for it..so glad it’s finally here y’know?’ you steadily say as you nod slowly. you hear all them hum understandingly.

its the truth. you were nervous but more excited. you were excited to finally see her, to walk down the aisle, to say the vows, to finally get to call her your wife. you both have been dating for 4 years.. you know that was a long time but with her making music and her tours it was difficult to find time to get all this together.

with ‘hit me hard and soft’ being as big as it did she knew that now was finally the time to do this. she wanted it more than ever and she knew you did to. you never wanted to rush her but you were on her schedule, you were waiting for her to be ready.. you knew you’d wait as long as you needed cause you didn’t wanna walk down that aisle to anyone else.

a few hours pass, you and your friends migrated towards a beach..champagne in your hand as the waves flush against your ankles. everything was perfect, this was perfect. you knew what would come tomorrow and your heart felt full. you were over the moon to get married. you’ve been dreaming of a wedding ever since you were a little girl. and this, was completely your dream come true.

you cheeks were suddenly wet, why were you your cheeks wet? fuck.. you were crying. everything was so..perfect. you were beyond grateful for everything. that your able to have your dream wedding. you were grateful that all your friends and family would be here. and most of all you were grateful for billie.

shes the reason all this was possible. she was the reason you felt loved, you felt safe, she was your campfire. you felt warm and protected with her. even when she was miles away you still felt safe knowing you could text her anytime and she’d be at your side in a heartbeat.

‘you okay?’ your best friend sarah says walking up next to you. you sniffle wiping your tears as you turn to face her. ‘yeah..just excited..nd grateful’ you nod slowly. you see her smile softly at you bringing you into her embrace. ‘everything is gonna go perfect.. your gonna look beautiful.’ she smiles rubbing your back. ‘remember when we used to talk about our wedding when we were younger?’ you muffle a laugh against her shoulder as you nod slowly. ‘you wanted to marry harry styles’ you laugh pulling away.

she nudges your shoulder before speaking up ‘i still do’ she teases softly obviously loving the banter. ‘and you..wanted billie’ she says lowly.

it’s true.. you and billie have always been friends. since 6th grade. you’ve liked her since 6th grade but your young naive self didn’t know it was possible that you could like girls. but when you hit freshmen year of highschool you knew it was her. you guys didnt get together until years later but that didnt matter. you were marrying her tomorrow and thats all that matters.

you excuse yourself from your friend going to call billie. you hum lightly to yourself dialing her number. on the second ring you hear light music fill your ear coming from the phone.

‘yeah baby?’ you hear on the other side of the line. you immediately feel a lump gather in your throat. you missed her so much. you were going to marry her tomorrow and it would be perfect.

‘hi’ you say softly your voice wavering a bit. you immediately hear shuffling on the other side of the line. and slowly the music faded away even more. ‘w’as wrong mamas?’ she says softly and you sink yourself onto the sand fiddling with the hem of your sweater.

‘nothing..miss you’ you mumble with a soft sniffle. ‘you cryin’ sweet girl?’ she says with a light laugh. ‘maybe..’ you say smiling at her laugh. ‘why’re you crying angel’ you pout immediately feeling cared for through the phone. ‘were getting married tomorrow..’ you say lightly drawing shapes in the sand. ‘yeah…yeah baby we are’ you can hear the smile on her lips making your heart swell. ‘im excited..i think my dress is perfect’ you gush softly at the thought of the wedding and the dressing up. ‘i bet sweetheart.. you’ll make anything look beautiful’ you flush at her words letting out a soft laugh.

‘are you having fun..? am i interrupting your final free day?’ you hear her let out a genuine laugh on the other side of the line. ‘nah..missin’ you too much..can’t wait to be not free’ she says the last part jokingly.

‘just another hour and i get to go back to the air bnb to you’ you smile at the thought of seeing her again. ‘just an hour’ your hear her repeat softly.

‘i’ll let you go have fun now baby.. see you in an hour’ you say softly standing up from the sand. ‘a’right mamas see you in an hour’ after that you hear the line drop.

you hum walking back to your friends happiness radiating off your being. ‘just another hour’ you repeat over to yourself reaching your friends.

this hour went by in a blur. the fun you were having with your friends masked long hour. before you knew it?, you were in the uber heading back to your air bnb. on your way to her.

you feel your body relaxing stepping out of the uber feeling the cold breeze hit your skin. you smile walking up the porch not knowing if billie was here yet. you quietly walk inside and your breath hitches at the sight you see. your fiancée..curled up on the couch..blanket tucked up to her chin as her lips are parted ever so slightly. her long brown hair disheveled in a way that makes her look like a doll.

you smile lightly dropping your bag onto the floor and kicking your shoes off. you approach her quietly crouching down at the edge of the couch pushing her hair out from in front of her eyes. a pout forms on her lips subconsciously as she stirs awake. you laugh lightly seeing her wake up.

‘w’as funny..’ she asks groggily opening her eyes. ‘nothing angel..make room?’ you ask softly seeing her scoot into the couch making room for you. you quickly go under the covers wrapping your arms around her torso.

‘warm’ she mumbles her head going into the crook of your neck. you laugh lightly scratching her head. ‘hey bils..’ you hear her hum in acknowledgment. ‘guess what happens tomorrow’ you saying teasingly as you hear her groan. ‘what’ she says muffled into your neck.

‘i get your last name.’

she smiles against your neck tightening her grasp onto you as you rub her back lightly. yeah.. you were ready. more than ready to be her wife. more than ready to wear her last name.

this was going to be perfect.

[naturesapphic]

may EYEEEE get an innocent/shy reader (not a virgin or anything) but like a softer sweeter reader w Dom!Billie that just melts at her when she makes her a bit nervous or gets her to stutter or SOMETHING and it quite literally riles Billie up and makes her go feral like she will do ANYTHING for her to feel good? 😭 idk if this makes sense but!!!

Headcannon: Dom!billie with innocent!shy!fem!reader

Warnings: smut, kinky, aftercare

- Dom!billie is literally obsessed with you

- if you need anything and I mean absolutely anything, she will find a way to get you it immediately

- she’s an absolute simp for you

- especially in bed

- whenever you get shy and nervous she goes feral

- especially when you start to stutter and mess up on your words

- she’s a sucker for it all and wants to please you

- if you shyly asked her to eat you out, you wouldn’t even have to think twice before she’s down onto her knees

- when you asked her to touch you, she went absolutely feral.

- you saw her blue orbs grow dark as she starts to please you

- Dom!billie is the sweetest. Of course she has her rough moments, especially if you did something to piss her off or if she had a bad day

- but most of the time she’s the most gentlest person

- sometimes you would purposely push her past her breaking point to get a reaction out of her

- you definitely got a reaction, but you were sore for a couple of days

- Billie’s favorite way to fuck you is with her strap

- it was your favorite too, she was so gentle at first but with your constant begging she got rougher

- you would be cumming over and over until Billie had you dry

- aftercare with her is perfect. If you thought she was gentle during sex? Think again.

- whatever you need, she will get it asap

- if you wanted a certain type of food? DoorDash it. If you wanted water? She would go downstairs and get you it. If you were hot? She would get all the fans and bring them into y’all’s room.

- she adores you and wants to make sure that you are extra loved and cared for

- she will always treat you like a princess in and out of bed

A/n: I hope y’all liked this! More stories to come! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

[gracie-eilish]

hoppy easter

two fics in one basically day🥳🥳 gracie’s gone wild

summary: you and billie spend easter together with your family

warnings: mention of church/going to church (no mention of religious trauma or forcibly going to church) chill af church

an: this is yet another self indulgent fic 🤓

You woke up slowly, the morning light soft and golden, filtering through the sheer curtains of your childhood bedroom. There was a quiet stillness in the house, the kind that only existed in the earliest hours of a holiday morning—before the chaos, before the laughter, before the squealing cousins and sugar highs. The comforter was bunched around your hips, and Billie was curled into your side, one arm draped over your waist, her face tucked into the crook of your neck.

Her legs tangled with yours, warm and relaxed. Her slow, steady breathing tickled the underside of your jaw, and you felt a little smile tug at your lips. You shifted just slightly, just enough to look down at her. She was still half-asleep, a soft puff of hair stuck to her cheek, and you reached up gently to brush it away.

“Mmm,” she murmured, eyes fluttering open. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you whispered back, your voice still raspy with sleep.

Billie smiled, slow and sweet, pressing a sleepy kiss just beneath your collarbone. “It smells like cinnamon rolls.”

You giggled softly. “My mom probably made some for breakfast. She always does on Easter.”

Billie stretched, arching her back like a cat and letting out a soft groan. “Your bed is so cozy,” she mumbled. “I don’t wanna move.”

“You’re the one who said you wanted to come to church with me,” you teased, nose bumping hers.

Her lips quirked up into a crooked grin. “Of course I did. I’m not missing a single Easter tradition with you. Not even the religious ones. Plus you said your pastor shit talks the government basically the whole time! I need to see this!” You cackled at her (very true, but still funny) statement. (an: very true. never fails to, even on easter sunday lol)

You kissed her then, slow and lazy, before reluctantly slipping out from under the blankets and padding to the bathroom down the hall. Billie followed you a few minutes later, still yawning, her hair a little wild and adorable.

Getting ready together in your small childhood bathroom was cozy chaos. Billie stood behind you at the sink, her arms wrapped around your waist as you brushed your teeth, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“We look cute,” she said through a mouthful of minty foam, grinning at your reflection in the mirror.

You both wore soft spring pastels—her in a pale blue button-up and some comfy jeans that somehow made her look like a Calvin Klein model, and you in a soft yellow dress that your mom had gushed over the second you stepped out of the bedroom and some heels making you slightly taller than Billie. Billie had even convinced you to let her help you with your hair, softly brushing and styling your hair for you while you finished up some makeup.

Church was just as you remembered when you were a kid - sunlight spilling through the stained glass windows, old wooden pews, and a congregation full of familiar faces. You sat near the front with your parents, and Billie stayed close, her arm draped around your shoulders, her thumb brushing soft circles on your upper arm.

She held your hand, her fingers warm and steady in yours. And during the hymns, you shared a hymnal, her voice low and a little shy at first, but soon stronger, blending with yours even when you couldn’t remember for the life of you what the song was supposed to sound like. You stood together as the music filled the room, your hips brushing, your shoulders pressed together.

Your old pastor, a woman you’d known since childhood, caught your eye during the welcome portion of the service and smiled warmly at you both. She was the kind of person who radiated warmth, and you knew she saw right through to the love the two of you shared. Afterward, she gave you both a big hug.

“It’s so good to see you again,” she said. “And you,” she added with a wink to Billie. “Take good care of our girl.”

Billie squeezed your hand and smiled. “I do. Every day.”

Back home, the cinnamon rolls had vanished, but you and Billie were on egg-hiding duty, racing through your backyard with the bright plastic eggs clutched in your hands. You giggled the whole time, hiding eggs in the crook of the swing set, beneath the birdbath, and on the porch steps—low enough for the toddlers to find, but tucked just enough to make it feel like a challenge.

“You think this one’s too hard?” Billie asked, wedging a neon pink egg in a flower pot.

“Maybe for a one-year-old,” you said, laughing. “But your competitive side is showing.”

She grinned wickedly. “Let ‘em work for the jellybeans.”

Just as you dropped the last egg, you heard the sound of car doors slamming and little voices shouting in excitement. Your family had arrived—grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles spilling into the backyard in a wave of spring colors and laughter. Billie was instantly swept up in it, greeted with familiar hugs and warm welcomes.

Your four-year-old cousin, Ella, ran up to her and latched onto her leg like a koala. “You’re the one who sings on the radio!” she declared, wide-eyed.

Billie crouched down to her level with a grin. “I do sing on the radio. But I also hide eggs really, really well. Think you can find ‘em?”

Her eyes lit up, and off they went—Ella sprinting ahead while Billie chased after her, pretending to be out of breath, making exaggerated gasps and faces that made her shriek with laughter.

Meanwhile, you scooped up your baby cousin who had waddled over to you, Lily, who had turned one just a few months ago, and was chewing on a purple stuffed bunny ear. Billie came over after a while, gently brushing the baby’s soft curls and taking her into her arms with a quiet coo.

“She’s so tiny,” she whispered, bouncing her gently.

You melted a little at the sight—Billie holding her so carefully, swaying softly, murmuring sweet nothings that made Lily giggle and press her cheek against Billie’s chest.

“You’re gonna be the favorite,” you teased.

“Already am,” she whispered back, stealing a kiss on your temple when no one was watching.

The rest of the day passed in a soft, sun-dappled blur—egg hunts and sticky fingers, jellybeans hidden in little fists, laughter echoing through the house. Your mom cut the Easter Bunny cake, just like every year, and Billie insisted on giving you the piece with the sugar eyes “because you’re the prettiest bunny here.”

She made time to check in with you constantly, brushing your hand as you passed by in the kitchen, pressing a quick kiss behind your ear while you carried plates to the dining room, whispering “you okay, love?” when you were quiet for a moment too long.

By the time the sun began to dip and the last of your cousins were wrangled into car seats with sticky cheeks and tired eyes, you and Billie finally made your escape. Back in your childhood bathroom once again, you ran a warm bath, filling it with your mom’s lavender bubble soak, and slid in together, limbs tangled and cheeks flushed.

You leaned back against her chest, the water swishing gently around you, Billie’s arms looped around your middle.

“That was a lot of people,” she murmured into your hair, laughing softly.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “But… kind of perfect, right?”

“Completely perfect,” she said, her voice low and tender. “You were incredible today. With your cousins, with your family… I love seeing you like that.”

You turned in the water just enough to face her, resting your forehead against hers.

“Thank you for coming. For being so… you.”

She smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. “I’ll spend every holiday with you, if you’ll have me.”

You let that hang in the air for a second, soft and golden and full of promise. You thought of Christmas mornings and Fourth of July sparklers and sleepy New Year’s kisses. You thought of future Easters, maybe with your own tiny humans hunting for eggs.

“I’ll have you,” you whispered. “For as many holidays as we get.”

And Billie, still smiling, pulled you even closer as the bubbles began to fade and the water slowly cooled, the two of you tucked into each other like the sweetest kind of tradition.

[karaaeilish]

75 + 29 with Billie!!

𝜗𝜚 (NOT) GENTLE b. eilish. . .

29. "choke me"

75. “stop being gentle”

➥ SMUT

her strap slowly but deeply slides into your pussy, filling you perfectly. billie moves her hips gently, afraid to break you, like you were a fragile porcelain doll. it was heavenly, but it just wasn't enough.

"billie" you say quietly but firmly, making her stop and look you in the eyes. the thick strap is still buried inside you. "my love?"

"stop being so gentle" you take her hand, bringing it to your face and placing a few wet kisses on her palm before taking her fingers into your mouth, working your tongue and sucking on them. you can see her eyes instantly darken with lust, then burning with desire.

you pull her fingers out with a distinctive sound, looking straight into her eyes. "choke me. please" your hands wrap around her wrist, guiding it to your neck, and her fingers instantly wrap around your throat. she presses down just enough to make your eyes roll back in pleasure. 

billie leans a little closer, starting to work her hips faster and faster, until the only sounds left are the sounds of slapping skin and your loud, guttural moans.

[sweetcherriexs]

red; b.e.

smut...

the key turned in the lock, and you looked up from the couch, your heart already racing as the door creaked open. billie stepped inside, the sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor sharp and deliberate. she was a vision, and you couldn’t help the way your breath caught in your throat. the deep red dress clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering under the dim light of the hallway. the slit revealed just enough of her long, toned leg to make your mouth go dry, paired with the tattoo on her tight thigh winking out from the slit. her blond hair was styled in messy waves, the colour going so damn well with the whole aesthetic of her outfit, and her lips—oh, her lips, painted that same shade of red, bold and impossible to ignore.

“hey,” she said, her voice low and smooth, like she knew exactly what she was doing to you. she leaned against the doorframe, one hand on her hip, the other clutching her small purse. her eyes met yours, and there was something in them, something dangerous. a smirk played at the corner of her mouth, and she tilted her head slightly, as if daring you to make the first move.

you swallowed hard, setting your book aside. “hey,” you managed to say, your voice sounding far too small in comparison to hers. “how was the event?”

“boring,” she replied, stepping further into the room as a sigh left her lips, remembering the boring event she had to attend. her heels clicked again, each step deliberate, calculated. she stopped in front of you, close enough that you could smell her perfume—something rich and intoxicating, like amber and vanilla. “but I thought of you the whole time.”

your cheeks flushed, and you looked up at her, trying to keep your composure. “ss that so?”

“mhm,” she hummed, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. her fingers lingered there, brushing against your cheek, and you couldn’t help but lean into her touch. “I couldn’t stop thinking about coming home to you. about what I was going to make you do to me.” you had to keep your mouth from falling open at her words, keeping your gaze on hers even though you desperately wanted a peak at her cleavage.

your breath hitched, and you felt a flush of heat spread through your body as she kept looking at you like that. billie always knew how to command your attention, how to make you feel like the only person in the room. even now, with her standing over you, you could feel the power she had, the control she wielded so effortlessly.

she stepped back, just slightly, and turned, giving you a view of her back. the dress dipped low, revealing the curve of her spine, the soft skin of her shoulders. “unzip me,” she said, her voice firm but soft, a command wrapped in silk. this time, your lips opened in slight shock, desire bubbling deep inside you as you hurried to stand up

your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the zipper, your fingers brushing against her skin as you pulled it down slowly. the dress slipped off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, and she stepped out of it, standing before you in nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties. she turned back to face you, her eyes dark with desire. her eyes fell on your parted lips, seeing your chest heave the slightest bit as your own eyes took her in fully.

"mmm, baby, you're acting like you've never seen all this" she purred softly, putting her hand under your chin, closing your mouth. "can't blame you though" she murmured, brushing her thumb over your bottom lip.

“now,” billie said, her voice barely above a whisper, “kiss me.”

you didn’t need to be told twice. your hands immediately found her waist as you pulled her close, your lips meeting hers in a deep, hungry kiss. her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, and you could feel the heat of her body pressed against yours. she moaned into your mouth, the sound sending a shiver down your spine, and you kissed her harder, your tongue sliding against hers. your fingers dug into the flesh of her waist, pulling her body flush against yours. billie's arms fell around your neck, eyes closed as she pressed her lips against yours hungrily, her desire evident in the way her hips barely held back their subtle grinding.

when she pulled away, her breath was ragged, her lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss. she looked at you, her eyes half-lidded, that alone made your knees weak, almost giving out as your gripped her waist more, and then she took your hand, leading you towards the bedroom. you followed without hesitation, your heart pounding in your chest.

once inside, she pushed you down onto the bed, and you watched as she slipped off her bra, her breasts spilling into your hands as she straddled you, the soft mounds in your hands spilling from the gaps of your fingers as you squeezed them gently, watching in ecstasy. her skin was soft and warm, and you couldn’t help but lean forward, pressing kisses to her chest, your tongue flicking over her nipples. she moaned, arching her back, her hands gripping your shoulders for balance then tangling her hand into your hair, pressing your mouth more against her. your tongue swirled around the hardened nub, lips wrapping around it and sucking gently, hearing your girlfriend gasp and moan above you.

“mmm, such a good girl,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “ I want more.”

you knew what she wanted. you always did. you reached for the strap, the one you kept in the drawer beside the bed, and she watched you with hungry eyes as you fastened it in place. her breathing quickened, and she bit her lip, anticipation written all over her face.

“on your back,” she commanded, and you obeyed, lying down on the bed as she positioned herself over you. she guided the silicone cock inside her, sinking down slowly, her eyes rolling back as she bit down on her lip, the sight made your heart quicken and your own pussy to throb when she fully settled into you. she was so tight, so warm, and you could feel every movement - even if it wasn't real- , every tremor of her body as she began to move.

her hands braced against your sides as she rode you, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was both demanding and perfect. she leaned forward, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “You feel so good inside me, baby. you're making mommy feel s'good.”

her words sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you reached up, your hands gripping her hips as you thrust up into her, meeting her movements with your own. a gasp flew from her lips, bracing herself as your hips met hers each time she came down. "yes...yes, yes, baby" she breathed out desperately, feeling you so deep inside her as her hips rolled and lifted, so needy to cum all over the fake-cock. she moaned, her head falling back, and you could feel her getting closer, her body tightening around you. you were looking up at her, mesmerised by her beauty as your own lips parted with soft pants. your fingers pressed harder into her hips as you doubled your efforts, eager to please her, eager to make her lose control coming all over you.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her voice breaking as she reached her peak, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Her hands gripped your shoulders, nails digging into the flesh and leaving marks on you as you held her through the intense orgasm, also panting heavily.

she shifted, moving so that she was lying beside you, her hand sliding down your body. "you did so good, baby" she hummed, removing the harness from around your hips as she ran her hands down your heated body. "you made me feel s'good" she leaned down, pressing her lips to your neck and jaw. "but I wanna feel you taste me" she murmured, finally kissing your lips then pulling back to look at you, getting your hair out of your face. "can you do that for me?"

you didn’t need to be told twice. you moved down her body, your lips pressing against her inner thighs as you positioned yourself between her legs. she was so wet, her arousal evident as you leaned in, your tongue flicking over her clit. she moaned, her hands tangling in your hair as you began to work, your tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles.

“yes,” she breathed, her hips lifting off the bed and pushing her pussy into your face, your fingers slipped inside her as you added to the pleasure. the sounds that left her body made your own thrum with desire, desperate to make her feel so good. the way her fingers gripped and pulled on your hair made your eyes roll back and your tongue work faster, lapping up every drop of her sweet nectar til she was dry. she was so responsive, every touch, every movement earning a reaction, and you could feel her getting closer, her body tightening around your fingers, crushing them in her tight walls, the tips of your fingers brushing against her g-spot with every thrust. your lips wrapped around her clit, eyes looking up at her eagerly as praises and soft chants flew from her mouth. her head was thrown back, her free hand grasping and squeezing her own tits as she practically rode your face, moaning loudly.

when she came, it was with a cry, her body trembling as she reached her peak. you continued, drawing out her pleasure until she finally pushed you away, her breathing ragged. "fuck fuck" she whispered, pausing to catch her breath.

“get up here,” she said, her voice soft but commanding, and you moved up beside her, your body pressing against hers as she kissed you, her taste still on your lips. her hands roamed over your body, and you could feel the heat of her desire, the control she had over you, as she whispered, “it’s your turn, sweetheart.”

[missbellie]

Redline, and...GO!- B.E

Synopsis: You and your ex-girlfriend are illegal car racers. Your breakup wasn't very amicable due to both of your toxicity, so you've avoided competing with each other. But apparently fate has other plans for tonight.

Pair: B.e×F!Reader

Words: 6k

Warnings: jealous billie, cursing

Style: Fanfic | Imagine | Headcanons

Part: part 1 ⇽ part 2 ⇽

For two weeks, you couldn’t compete—too busy fixing the wreck Billie fucking Eilish left you with.

“I wanna kill that girl when I see her,” you muttered, scrubbing grease off the hood. “Do to her skull what she did to my car.”

“That bad, huh?” a familiar voice chimed.

You turned fast—and froze.

“Alice?!”

You dropped the sponge, running toward her. The blonde, hair in a messy braid, smiled and caught you in a tight hug, lifting you off the ground.

“Hey there, baby girl. How’s the warzone?”

You pulled back and gave her a once-over, still stunned. “You’ve got a motorcycle now?!”

She leaned casually against the beast of a bike parked behind her. “A lot’s changed. Wanna catch up?”

You didn’t hesitate. She handed you a helmet, and seconds later, you were clinging to her back, the engine roaring beneath you.

...

Later, at your favorite bar—John’s in Jason’s—you were deep into your second beer.

“I started working on my license, took the risk, and boom—freedom,” Alice said, grinning behind the bottle.

“And the tattoos?” you asked, eyeing the ink crawling up her forearm. “You look good, girl.”

“Look who’s talking, hot piece.”

You rolled your eyes, clicking your tongue. “Shut up. What brought you back?”

She leaned in a little, smile soft. “Missed this place. Missed you. And shit got messy where I was. Coming home felt right.”

You smiled and lightly kicked her shin under the table. “That’s your second-best decision after getting the bike.”

She laughed. “Well, I know you’ll make it worth it.”

Your cheeks heated, but you waved her off. “Don’t start.”

She sipped. “So. You and Eilish? I heard things went nuclear.”

You groaned. “We broke up, like, two or three years ago. It was toxic. We were dumb, selfish, angry… and in love. But mostly just angry.”

“Sounds familiar.” Alice stretched, sitting awkwardly, legs spread like always. “What about now? I heard something about sabotage?”

You gave her the rundown—how Billie’s car choked thanks to a little unauthorized tweaking, how she retaliated by screwing with your steering, and how you ended up kissing a damn tree.

Alice was laughing so hard she nearly spit out her beer. “She really went full psycho?”

“Full. Fucking. Psycho.”

“And your car’s okay?”

“Now it is. Barely. I want to shove the bill down her throat.”

You stood up to pay. “I got this round.”

“No way, I’m paying,” Alice said, standing too.

You pushed her back down. “Relax. I got it.”

But when you turned toward the counter—you saw her.

Billie. Sitting on a barstool like a storm cloud with legs. Staring at you like she was planning your funeral. Her hand gripped her glass so tight it looked like the thing might shatter.

You walked up anyway, like you hadn’t just stepped into a landmine.

And then—there she was beside you.

“You into bikers now?” she asked, head tilted, voice dipped low and mocking.

“Better than dishonest car racers,” you snapped, handing your card to the bartender.

She laughed bitterly, eyes never leaving you. “Fuck you. What’s she doing here?”

“What do you care? Mind your own fucking business, Eilish.”

She stepped closer. You felt her breath. “Keep saying my name like that and I might actually start thinking you miss me.”

“God, you’re disgusting. Fuck you.”

Then—an arm slipped around your shoulders. You instantly relaxed at the familiar scent of wood smoke and leather.

“Take it easy, Eilish,” Alice said, pulling you in closer. “She’s not into it.”

Billie’s eyes dragged over her with disdain. “Didn’t realize I invited your sniffy little ass. But hey—welcome back, Garfield.”

She turned her back, slapped some cash on the bar, and walked off like she hadn’t just lit a fuse.

You exhaled slowly, the burn of her presence still clinging to your skin.

“Still got that magic, huh?” Alice said beside you, calm as ever.

You didn’t answer. Just took your drinks, and followed her back to the table.

But inside? You were still on fire.

...

The sun was starting to set when Alice heard the knock on her apartment door—sharp, impatient, like whoever was on the other side wasn’t in the mood to talk. She wiped grease off her hands, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and opened the door.

Billie Eilish stood there, solo, hoodie zipped up to her chin and jaw tight.

Alice blinked once, then leaned on the doorframe, calm. “Well, if it isn’t the storm in eyeliner.”

“Where is she?” Billie asked, skipping the bullshit.

“Not here.” Alice raised a brow. “Why?”

Billie didn’t answer right away. Her fingers twitched at her sides like she didn’t know what to do with them. “What are you doing back?”

Alice tilted her head. “Same thing you’re doing. Breathing. Existing.”

“You don’t just show up after years and start hanging around her like nothing’s changed.”

“She invited me back in,” Alice said, arms crossed. “You didn’t exactly leave the door open for her, from what I heard.”

Billie’s eyes flared. “Don’t play this game. I know you liked her. Back then.”

Alice smirked. “She was always important to me. Still is. I don’t think of her that way…” She let that sentence hang, letting Billie exhale just a little—before twisting the knife.

“…But if you care that much about her, Billie, maybe you should stop acting like you don’t.”

That hit.

Billie’s mouth opened, then shut. Her eyes dropped for a second before locking onto Alice’s again, burning.

“You don’t get to tell me shit.”

“I’m not telling you anything,” Alice said coolly. “I’m just pointing out what’s already obvious. You’re here. Alone. Angry. Jealous. Doesn’t look very casual to me.”

Billie stepped forward, almost chest-to-chest now. “I’m warning you—”

“No,” Alice cut in, voice low and even. “I’m warning you. If you’re gonna play with her head again, you’ll have to go through me first. And you remember how that went last time, don’t you?”

Billie’s nostrils flared, but she said nothing. Her hands clenched and unclenched, her jaw working like she had a thousand things to say but couldn’t settle on just one.

Alice leaned in a little, like she was daring her to move. “You still love her, huh?”

Silence.

Then Billie scoffed, stepping back with a bitter laugh. “You’re real cocky for someone she almost forgot.”

Alice shrugged, unfazed. “Maybe. But she remembers me now.”

Billie stared at her a beat longer, then turned and walked away without another word.

Alice watched her disappear down the stairs and murmured, mostly to herself, “Still the same Billie. Still can’t say what she really wants.”

jealous billie, QKQUQKWHWBWHAIWUAU I LOVE IT

hope you liked it babies, xoxo!

[stalemidnight]

hazel inside

Billie x fem!reader

A/n: "this is only for the beautiful people; that means all of you." - Freddie Mercury

Warnings: n/a

You lay on the swing set on the back porch that gently swayed back and forth thanks to the gentle, occasional nudges from your girlfriend’s foot. She was sat in the chair she pulled closer to you as she strummed along on her guitar. The air outside was warm but not heavy. The sun spent half the time playing hide and seek behind errant clouds, but when it did peek out its light warmed your cheeks, eliciting the faints of smiles across your tired lips.

“Can you play it again?”

“Sure thing,” Billie smiles as she starts the song over.

“Thanks, Bil.”

“Of course,” Billie nudges the swing set again to keep it bouncing back and forth. “Anything for my princess.”

You hum faintly at her gentle words and the soothing voice that carried them. Your eyes remained closed, taking in the sounds from all around you. Billie’s playing and singing being the most prominent, but there was a symphony of sound all around you – birds chirping, people’s voices drifting in and out of earshot, the faint static of traffic in the distance.

You woke up that morning feeling just as heavy as you had for the past week. Nothing you did seemed to work. The world was swimming and you were doing everything you could just keep your head above water with little to no avail. Billie spent most of it away preparing for the next leg of her tour, leaving you to sink further into the purgatory of your mind. She checked on you as often as she could. She could always tell when you started to slip, when it became too much of a struggle to keep up the mask. The days bled into nights, mixing together to form the unholiest of cocktails - depression and insomnia heavily salted with 100% All-Natural anxiety – just like mama used to make.

There was no ignition point, nothing you could look back on and go “ah, there it is – that’s what triggered it”. It just happened as it sometimes does.

And there's some days the whole world's underwater/but somehow we still get a little stronger

She was back home now and as soon as she stepped through the door she was at your side, refusing to let you sink further into the deep end without a lifeline.

“What do you want me to play now?”

“You pick.”

“Oki.” Billie starts the song over for the fifth time.

“Billieeeeee.”

“What?” Billie smirks, feigning ignorance (poorly).

“I said you could pick something.”

“I know,” Billie pushes the swing again with her foot. “And I did. So shut up and let me play what I wanna play.”

Despite yourself a grin breaks out across for your face. Billie notices it right away.

“There she is,” Billie coos. “There’s my girl.”

You groan but the smile still plastered on your face cuts it into a whine. “So I’m only your girl when I smile?”

“Nope!” Billie chuckles. “You’re my girl all the time, but I missed that pretty smile of yours.”

“Well you can have it then.”

“Okay!”

Your eyes were still closed, but you heard a ruffling before feeling a presence hover over you. You finally open your eyes after what felt like an eternity the moment you felt a plush pair of lips press against your own.

“?!”

Billie giggles against your mouth, her breath fanning against your skin. “What! You said I could have it.”

You try to affect an offended expression but your face was too bright for that and that smile wasn’t going anywhere.

“Oh wait, it’s still on your face.”

Before you could react her lips were on yours again. This time, however, you sank into the feeling. Your eyes closed again, but this time they weren’t as tightly shut as you felt Billie climb into the swing set with you, cradling your body after your lips finally parted.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hey…”

“How doin’?”

“Hm,” a groan dies in your throat. “Better.”

“Yeah?” You watch Billie’s eyes light up.

“Yeah,” you nod back at her. “But just a little.”

“Anything else I can do.”

You take a deep breath, the deepest one you’ve taken in what seems like forever. “No, this is perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” Billie pecks your cheek.

“Dial it back, Eilish.”

Billie wraps her arms around you, cradling you close to her body.

“Naaaaah.”

You can’t help but laugh.

Until you suddenly feel even more weight practically drop onto the swing set with you and Billie. You both peel your eyes away from each other to see Shark and Brutus clambering atop your intertwined bodies. Their paws are covered in dirt after a very one-sided game of tag in the backyard.

“Guys…” Billie groans. “We can’t call be up here at the same time or it’s gonna -”

Too late.

The chains holding up the swing set close to your feet snaps followed shortly by the one next to your heads. The boys leap up from the downed swing set with a yelp each, leaving you and Billie laughing atop one another.

“We really need to reinforce this thing better next time,” you mumbled.

Billie runs her hands all over your body. “You okay? You hurt?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Her hands don’t stop – if anything they become more playful before lingering on your curves.

“Good!” Billie kisses your lips again. “I love you.”

A low warmth cascades over your body for the first time in days as you stare into the deep ocean of Billie’s eyes. There's a feeling in the pit of your stomach, in the back of your mind that comes alive whenever your eyes meet - a feeling you equate with love but in all truths it's something much deeper - it's a feeling you don't have a name for and that's okay because its yours - and hers.

I'm still black and blue, but you get me through/It's just such a vibe with you all the time/When I look in your eyes, I feel hazel inside

“I love you, too.”

[therealsilvermist]

could we get more billie x reader headcanons please?

An- Hi! Thank you so much for your request, here’s more headcanons!

Billie always gets you flowers. Doesn’t matter the occasion if she hasn’t seen you in days,weeks or even months she brings you a bouquet of flowers.

One of Billie’s love languages is gift giving. There’s not a day when you aren’t coming home and there’s something waiting for you to find. Sometimes it’s flowers, chocolates, maybe a piece of clothing you really wanted. She just wants to see you happy. Even if you have 12 different vases filled with different flowers around the house.

Billie plans out dates for you both. She knows there’s not much she can do with paparazzi but she knows she can try to make the date as special as possible. She will find a secluded area, maybe set up a picnic and a picnic basket with food. Even if the paparazzi was with you guys they couldn’t get to you with the bushes covering you.

Kisses, Billie needs her kisses, she wants them. She loves feeling your soft lips pressed against hers. It’s like a soft reminder that you are here with her, and you showed up for her.

Billie would post you but not often as she doesn’t want your privacy to be invaded by anything or anything. Billie was aware of how mean people could be and didn’t want you subjected to it.

Billie was always cautious with you. Making sure you were okay when you guys would go to a party or a concert, she would always look for you out the corner of her eye to make sure you were fine.

Concerts!! You would either be standing on the side of the stage or depending on if the fans know or not you would be in the crowd. If it’s the second option Billie makes sure you have a body guard with you. You thought it was a little excessive but Billie worries about you.

Cuddling and movie nights!!! You and Billie will plan your own ‘at home date night’. Putting on your shared favorite show, favorite movie, new movie, doesn’t matter you guys are watching something together and spending time together. Billie wanted to lay in your arms on the couch while you guys talked quietly.

Billie being the sleepy girl will probably fall asleep in your arms towards the end of the movie. You don’t mind, you love playing with her hair, rubbing her back, and giving her the occasional kiss on her cheek or hair. You loved being the one to take care of her.

Billie always takes the initiative but sometimes you will take control as well. If she starts to stay longer in the studio, you call her brother to get her out, if she starts to shut you out, you plan a little date night together.

If she has a bad day, you’ll make a bubble bath for you both and soak in the warm water together. You’ll gently wash her hair and body. She worked too hard and pushed her self too much sometimes. It worried you when you saw her limping or wincing in pain. So you always made sure to have medicine, ointment, essential oils, etc.

Finneas and you get pretty close as well. Both with so much love and care for Billie. He was a little hesitant at first when you came around but who wouldn’t be when it involved his baby sister.

Seeing through time though that you really did love and care for her that’s when he was good with you. He was very protective of his sister so to see someone just as protective of her as you was nice.

Finneas loved walking into Billie’s studio with her and seeing some flowers and her favorite candy or chips waiting for her with a note. “From, your love” it will say, Finneas would so tease her about it. “Oooo someone’s in love” and Billie being his little sister would playfully push him or tell him to hush.

Music is always playing when you guys are together, it could be jazz music, pop music, alternative music,etc… You really liked hearing her sing in particular though. Humming or singing softly under her breath was your favorite thing to hear. Especially when she would sing in a deeper octave.

[tan1shere]

Fuck Me Now

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: I JUST HAD AN URGE 😈

Summary: you were growing bored as she games.

Warnings: smut, gamer billie, cockwarming, super short sorry my loves !

Tags: @trulyy-yourzz @eilishslut @chrissv4mp @n0vabug @dollyvuu @dollarbils @sweetcherriexs @bilsdillldough @mystiquemm

2:35 am.

Thats what the clock said as you turn over in the warm bed. You go to turn back over noticing she still wasn't there. She had been gaming for hours. "Bills." You faintly call out, voice groggy from having just woken up. "Hmm? Did I wake you?" She asks, gaze fixated on the bright screen infrong of her. You let out a groany whine. The red light dim, the only source in the dark room. Truth be told you had wanted her all day. In an innocent and not so innocent way. "Babyy." You drag out. "Come to bed, pleasee." She took a second to respond. "Won't be long my love." You huff to yourself, getting up and going over to her. "You've been playing all day bub." She never takes her eyes off of it. This just makes your need grow.

Her hands filled with rings. Veins popping especially as she holds the mouse, clicking every so often. The metal of her rings clashing with the mouse too. Your eyes dart to the way she was sitting. Slouched in her gaming chair. A red velvet blanket draped over her lap. She brings her other hand up to her face, touching her lips slightly. You were drawn to everything. It's no surprise you were ovulating after all. Which you were going to talk to her about tonight, but that didn't happen. You move into her sight more. "Miss you." Your lips pouty. Tired even if you had gotten heaps of sleep. Her eyes finally meet yours.

"Aww baby." It sounded a little fake but also not. "You miss me huh?" You nod as she asks that. An idea popping into her mind. "Why don't you have a seat then." You look at her as she moves the blanket, your eyes meet the one thing you were craving. When did she put it on. Had she planned this the whole day. Was she that evil enough to tease you for hours on end. By not touching you or giving you any attention. You look at her, instantly letting your shorts and underwear drop. Her big t-shirts covering your body. You position yourself over her lap, feeling her move the strap closer to you. Closer to where you needed it. "Mm please." You breathe near her ear.

"Shh, sh sh." She then quietly says. Moving it a bit deeper inside you. "Sit." She softly orders. You gladly obey, letting it fill you up. "Good girl." You gasp into her neck at feeling it fully in you, beginning to move your hips. Having felt neglected all day. "Uh uh uh." She stills your hips. "Just keep me warm yeah angel?" You bite your lip. She can't be teasing you more. There was no way. You whine into the crook of her neck. "Be good baby, know you can." Her hands return to her previous events. Clicking and more clicking. You go to sit up blocking her view. "Baby." She warns. Her voice was sexy, lust dripping from the simple name. "Come on now." Your eyes turn pleading. "Please Bills. I need you so bad, so so bad." She stares at you for a second. Your breathy voice going straight through her.

Her eyes rake over your features, your body covered by her shirt. You drove her just as crazy. "You make it hard for me babygirl." You grab her face. "Fuck me now, please. I've been needy for you all day, need to feel you deep. Fucking me, slow but forcefully. I need it more than anything." You blab, the neediness seeping out of you. She noticed it. That fire in your eyes, she knows your ovulating. Does she keep the teasing going. Or give you what you so desperately crave. It was tempting but your next move sends her crazy. Your body leans forward, going to her ear again as you move just slightly on the strap. Her eyebrows lift then knit together when she suddenly hears you moan.

"Please mommy." Now shes the feral one. She picks you up, getting you to wrap your legs around her waist as she plops you on the bed. She wasted zero time into moving inside you. She all of a sudden needed this just as much. "God you drive me mental, that fucking voice. Your moans." You gasp again as she comes down to kiss you. Swallowing the escaping moan. Savoring it. Her thrusts are slow just like you asked. But her power was firm, thrusting just perfectly. She knew exactly what she was doing and it just turned you on more. The fact she knows your body better than you might do. "Pretty girl missed me today didn't she?" You frantically nod. "Yes!" Your voice was still breathy, trying to catch it as she keeps going.

Your mind spins, runs slow as her thrusts speed up just a bit. "D-deeper please." You stutter out. And your wish is her command. Granting it by fucking you more, sliding it in further. Your eyes roll back as she hits just the right spots. "Fuck! Billie oh my god-" You managed to get out. Moans spilling from your bitten lips. "Go on, you deserve it sweetheart. More than anything." And just like that you did. Making a mess of the dildo attached to her. Safe to say you would truly be sleeping like an angel tonight.

[xoxxbilliexoxx]

this will forever be my favorite smut ive ever written …. it might not be nasty and crazy explicit but it feels real and so powerfully intimate and that’s my favorite type of sex

anywayssss someone requested a part 2 about billie receiving …. who else would like that?

let go, for me

“You felt like you were made of stars, like the universe was inside of you and each time you felt Billies delicate touch a new galaxy was created.”

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You and Billie rushed through her bedroom door as clothes flew all around you. It was intense and fiery, just like the movies, as you both stripped eachother down till your hands were on bare skin.

You had met just hours prior at an event you were hired to take pictures for. You recognized her from across the room, in her baggy black jeans and a shockingly tight light blue baby tee with her long black shiny hair pin straight and kept out of her face with a black bandana. You tried to continue doing your job and minding your business but you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. It’s Billie Eilish for fucks sake. your favorite artist and biggest crush of all time.

Just being in her presence was overwhelming enough but when you saw her crisp blue eyes land on yours, lined boldly with black eyeliner only making them pop more, you felt your heart stop. When you noticed she was walking directly towards you with a slightly playful smirk, you felt your air stiffen in your lungs. When you heard her sweet sexy voice say hello you felt your brain fill with a buzz.

Somehow though you managed to keep your cool, staying in a sweet conversation with her for quite a while before getting confident enough to send her obviously flirtatious energy right back at her. Soon enough the heat between you two was palpable and as if in a dream, she was inviting you back to her place when the event was over.

Now here you were, pinned under her in her bed, trying to ground yourself enough to convince yourself this was real. You’ve imagined this before, even read smut about her a few times if you were gunna be honest, but never did you think you’d be feeling her real hands drag across your stomach.

when her lips pulled yours in again you whined at the hunger she was showing you. Her lips moved between yours fast, and her hands grabbed all around your body even faster. You pulled away to look at her, still not able to fully believe this was real. Her big boobs spilled out of a lace black bra and her dragon tattoo hid under a matching thong. Your eyes drank her in as much as you could. you knew you were gunna think about this moment till the day you died.

But you couldn’t manage to keep your eyes open when her lips attached to the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. You couldn’t manage to keep your sweet cries in when her fingers attached to your clit. You couldn’t manage to keep your thoughts in order when she was kissing down your body.

But even with THE Billie Eilish your mind began to ruin the moment like it does with every girl you hook up with. The way she was devouring your sensitive pussy was insanely hot and the pleasure it was causing was almost overwhelming. But your mind, it wouldn’t shut up. wouldn’t stop thinking about how you weren’t gunna be able to cum and how Billie wouldn’t wanna be doing this forever. how you needed to hurry up so you didn’t make her eat you out for too long. How you bet ever other girl she fucks can probably cum so quick and how hot she must think that is. So, within a matter of minutes you were sitting up and pulling Billie away from you. With a confused look Billie questioned you, whiping your slick honey off her chin and sitting down next to you.

“I’m not gunna cum Billie it’s okay, let me make you feel good” Her eyes found yours as you looked back up at her, feigning a smile even though you felt extremely insecure. “Was I not good baby? Was I not making you feel good?” Her questions weren’t laced with insecurity about her skill but more so with genuine curiosity and desire to do better, wanting to get you there. You looked down at your hands in your lap, completely embarrassed about this moment you were in. Angry that you just ruined the once chance you were gunna have to fuck Billie. “No it’s not that, you were making me feel really good, trust me” you smiled when you looked up at her but immediately looked back down when the eye contact got too intense.

“So why’d you stop then? are you okay?” The moment felt so intimate, she made you feel so safe and cared for. It was not something you were used to feeling. “I just can never cum, it takes me too long so I just stop and make the other person feel good instead. It’s not a big deal, lemme make you feel good Billie” She shook her head and continued asking you questions, wanting to know why you thought you could never cum, what you were thinking about when you would decide to stop someone, if you could cum on my own. The questions never ended. But it never felt awkward or too personal, it felt like she was genuinely interested in figuring this out.

“Y/n, baby,” her nickname sent a shiver down your spine as she continued talking. “It sounds like you’re just really in your head about what the other person is thinking and you’re trying to rush yourself to finish cuz you think that’s what they’ll want. Does that sound right?” you nodded your head, somewhat stunned that you never even realized that’s what you were doing. “I mean yea, I feel bad that it takes me so long and I know at a certain point they definitely don’t wanna keep going, so I just stop them early so they don’t have to be the one to stop. I just don’t want it to be awkward ya know?” your voice was quiet at the admission.

“Mmmm I mean I hear you, but you gotta stop stressing about the other person so much. Trust me when I say I could go down on a girl for literally hours, and most of the time I’m sad when it does end” She laughed out her sentence before placing her index finger under your chin and pulling you up to find her eyes. “Do you think you can trust me Y/N?” you swallow at the intimacy, finding it so sweet that she was so determined to make you feel good.

It would have been so easy for her to let you go down on her and finish the night, but that wasn’t good enough for her. ‘Of course fucking Billie Eilish would care so much about her partners pleasure, even on a random hookup’ you thought to yourself.

Billie was thrilled she got to help you, got to make sure she was making you feel good when no one else cared enough to figure this out. She loved passion, she loved sensuality and erotic touch, she loved pleasure. She loved the world it leaves people in, the way the whole experience is like nothing else we do in this world. So, she knew that she wanted to pull you deeper into that world than anyone else had.

As she guided you to lay back down she put pillows behind your head and told you to get as comfortable as you could be. You took a deep breath, saying you were overwhelmed by the entire situation was quite an understatement, and all you could think about was the impossible demand to NOT let yourself catch any type of feelings for her. But you knew that couldn’t happen, cuz you already had feelings for her- you have for all the years you’ve been her fan.

So, naturally, those feelings were all you could think about as she began tracing her finger over your body. It was slow, starting at the base of your neck and traveling across all of you. Her fingertips hoovered so lightly over you that her skin continued to connect and disconnect, each time pulling a soft breath from your lips. Your eyes were closed, only making you all the more sensitive to each of her touches.

Billie sat on her feet by your side, continuing to trace small patterns on your lower stomach and admiring the way you reacted with a soft smile and blushed cheeks. Your breathing was uneven as she pulled you deeper and deeper into a world of nothing but pleasurable touch, of erotic sensations no matter where her contact landed. Her fingers made their way to your chest, drawing small circles around your hard nipples. The action pulled a small whimper from you, coming out with your deep breath. You felt like you were floating, like her touch was the only thing that existed, like there was no other world going on around you. Your worries were beginning to disappear, you weren’t able to think about anything else but the way your nerves lit up under the soft pads of her fingers.

Your eyes stayed closed, you knew it was only making the feeling of her touch more powerful. When Billie leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your collarbone, your gasp was sudden and strong. She laughed to herself, loving the way your perfect naked body became her new medium under her. With her hands planted on the bed next to you, she continued connecting her lips on your skin, scattering them around her canvas, catching you off guard and leaving you gasping each time you felt her land on you. She pushed her warm soft lips to your collarbone, then to your hip, back up to the skin just below your earlobe, then right under your boob, back to the other collarbone. Over and over again she decorated you with gentle kisses, and each time you whimpered and sucked in a tight breath under her.

You were completely hypnotized. Nothing else mattered but the way your sensory receptors lit up all throughout your body. You felt like you were made of stars, like the universe was inside of you and each time you felt her delicate touch a new galaxy was created. She had you exactly where she wanted you, so engulfed by the eroticism of the moment that you weren’t able to stress. So relaxed that you didn’t care to worry about anything else.

Her teeth pulled at your earlobe, causing a shock wave to run down your spine and into the very tips of your toes. The way she whispered out her words in a breath pulled your back off the mattress. “That’s it mama, you’re doing such a good job relaxing for me” She kissed your neck with an open mouth before moving over to your other ear, biting it then whispering just like before. “Need you to keep focusing on my touch Every time your mind begins to worry, need you to let my tongue, my fingers, my teeth, consume your thoughts. Doing so good for me” With each mention of her body she acted out her words- licking your neck after saying tongue, tracing her fingertips against your lower stomach after mentioning her fingers, and biting down on your sensitive nipple after talking about her teeth.

Your back continued arching off the bed, each breath in was a gasp and each breath out, a whimper. The throbbing between your legs was almost painful with the lack of touch where you wanted it most. Her praise and such clear desire to keep you relaxed sent you spiraling, you’d never felt your body so engulfed by pleasure. When you tried to open your eyes she shook her head, “need you to keep em closed for me baby” but once her words came out she corrected them, “As long as you're comfortable I want your eyes to stay closed” You sighed at the way she cared so much about what you wanted, you felt in control of the moment even as her touch consumed you so powerfully.

Your eyes softly closed again and she resumed her intoxicating junction of her skin on yours. As her fingers grazed against your boobs she repositioned herself to lay between your thighs. You hadn’t noticed, you were too focused on the way her fingerprints gilded against the goosebumps forming on your soft skin. She continued toying with you, more aggressively though. The sudden pinch of both of your nipples pulled out a loud cry and your back flew off the bed, your head still laying softly on the pillow. As soon as she had you reacting to the harshness of her actions against your sensitive buds, she laid her flat tongue right at your dripping hole and pulled it up towards your clit, slow enough to collect all your sweet nectar, but fast enough to give you all the pleasure all at once. You gasped louder than you had all night, but that wasn’t enough, “oh fuck Billie” It flew out of your lips with a powerful tone, shocked at the sudden direct pleasure after such an erotic softness of the foreplay.

Once she was attached she didn’t slow down. Her own brain was lit up with joy at your delicious taste and the sweet moans filling the room so beautifully. Her arms were snaked under your thighs but her hands didn’t stay in one place for too long, moving across your stomach, up to your nipples, high across your collarbone, everywhere and anywhere as she let her fingernails softly scratch your skin. She left a trail of electricity everywhere she touched.

Her mouth continued sloppily devouring you. It was messy but intentional, moving between your folds and up to your clit with skill. When your hands tangled into her hair she pulled away for just a brief moment, just to let you know how much she loved eating you out. “Mmmm fuck, I could do this forever, god you taste so good mama, dont ever wanna stop” As she spoke you opened your eyes, needing to see her between your thighs. You felt paralyzed as you watched her drop all her warm spit onto your sensitive pussy before moving down and licking it all back up, making a sloppy mess of you.

She kept her eyes open, watching you watch her. You couldn't look away, and neither could she, your eyes stayed locked together as she slurped up your arousal and spit it all back onto you again. It was slow, the way she let it fall off her lips and tongue, keeping her eyes on yours, wanting you to see her seductive acts on your body, wanting you to see the way she was playing with you, the way she loved playing with you.

You felt dizzy at the sight and the way her spit felt as it hit your clit. No longer able to stay propped up to watch, you moaned as you fell back down onto the bed. “That's it baby, just relax for me, let me enjoy this for as long as I can” Billie kept up her actions, dragging you deeper and deeper into an unknown realm. You no longer cared how long it would take to make you cum, you wanted this to last for hours if she’d keep going. Nothing has ever felt as good as this, nothing has ever caused all the stars to shine inside of you, all the sparks to ignite within you. You could feel the waves of pleasure from your sweaty strands of hair all the way down to the red polish on your toe nails.

Billie was moaning into you as she let her tongue twirl between your folds. She was in heaven between your legs, drunk of the way you taste and the joy that flooded her body from getting to play with your pretty pussy. She was becoming addicted, already thinking about the next time she’d get her fix, all the things she wanted to do to you if you’d let her.

The tingling started at your feet. You knew what it meant, you knew what was coming. The way Billie would trace a few circles around your clit with her tongue pointed, then flatten it out and lick you from your dripping hole up to your sensitive bud, only to push down and move her head side to side - it was causing the knot to tighten more and more each second. Your moans were loud, echoing off the four walls and traveling right down to her own throbbing core. She knew you were close, but she wanted to hear you say it, wanted to lock in her mind the sound of your voice announcing how close you were. “That feel good mama? Mmmmm fuck I love eating you out, wanna make you cum just to do it all again” Her words filled your mind like a tornado, knocking down anything in its way and only allowing you to focus on what was playing out in this very moment.

“Oh my god Billie, oh my god I’m about to cum, please baby, please don’t stop” She pushed her tongue down harder on your clit as she shook her head and hummed a somewhat incoherent “mh’mh” letting you know she wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. The vibrations of her lips trickled onto your own skin and traveled through each nerve you have. “Feels so good Billie, fuckk it feels so good” you were breathless, not sure how you managed to get out your words. Your chest was rising and falling dramatically, gasping as you got closer and closer.

She was consuming you like you were her lifeline, like your cum was the only source of her survival. You could feel Billie’s smile plastered on her face, a clear indication of how happy she was to have you like this. Getting to physically feel how pleased she was to be fucking you eased any last tension you were holding on to. It was the last thing you needed, that small sigh of relief.

Because as soon as you let it out you were shaking, screaming, squirming under her harsh grip on your thighs. “OOooohhhhh FUCK Im cumming billie, fuck baby i’m cumming, dont stop” the cries kept coming as she continued sucking on your clit. She didn’t want this to end and neither did you. Your body felt as if it was plugged into an outlet, filled with electricity and an intense buzz as your orgasm overpowered your entire being. You felt like your soul was shaking, never having had someone else in control of your high before; In control of when it started, how long it lasted, and when it ended. The slight suspense and lack of power only made the sensations all the more intense.

Her tongue ran up and down your cunt, spreading your cum all over your pussy and coating her mouth and chin. The pitch of your cries only got higher as she kept going, pushing you through your climax and still not stopping. Your legs couldn’t stop shaking, making her giggle as she kept going. Billie wasn’t going to stop until you stopped her. She didn’t ever want to stop, she’d make you cum over and over again if it was up to her.

But you weren’t used to the intensity of an orgasm caused by someone else, the overstimulation was getting to be too much. “Okay, okay, Fuck, I’m done, I’m done” Your hands reached down and pulled her hair, forcing her to separate from your fucked out core. She took a breath the moment you pulled her away, licking her lips and swallowing the rest of the cum left on her tongue.

“woah” you groaned out with a shocked smile, working hard to catch your breath. Billie smiled with you, watching you with hooded eyes as she planted sweet kisses all along your stomach as she traveled back up to you. Your body laid limp on the bed, except for the occasional aftershock that caused your whole body to twitch and shake. You both giggled when she was finally face to face with you again. Her lips found yours naturally and eagerly, like she still needed your taste in her mouth, like she couldn’t get enough of you. It was the truth though, she was just as enthralled by what just took place as you were, she got just as much pleasure out of it as you did.

Your lips danced between each other slowly for what felt like forever. It was like neither of you wanted to pull away, neither of you wanted this to end. You separated and merged back together so slowly, so intimately, over and over again. When she finally pulled away it was only to tell you how beautiful you were and ask if you were okay. You could only nod, still completely out of breath and exhausted underneath her.

But you wanted to return the favor, needed to make her feel good too. So, you began to push yourself up and straddle her. As soon as your wet core landed on her lace thong her hands were on your thick ass, pulling and playing, enjoying making it jiggle in her hands. When you leaned forward and your lips landed on her neck, Billie let out a quiet moan. But within a matter of seconds she grabbed you and rolled you onto your back, laying on her side next to you. Her hands delicately played with your hair, pushing it out of your eyes and behind your ears as she leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Let tonight just be about you mama, I wanted to just take care of you, make you feel like you shoulda been feeling for a while now” You blushed at the way she was speaking to you, not at all feeling like this was a casual hookup. “But Billie, you deserve to feel good too, I wanna make you feel good” She giggled at the sweet seriousness in your voice, kissing you on the tip of your nose and blushing down at you from the intimacy of this all. “You can make me feel good next time, I know that was a lot for you, let yourself rest tonight, I’m just really glad I made you feel good pretty girl” The butterflies in your stomach twirled fiercely at all her pet names.

“Next time hmm?” You smugly teased her. “Girl, duh, have you seen you? I’ll take as many times as I can get with you” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing but you tried to keep cool, you wanted to match her playful energy. “Keep making me cum like you just did and I’ll let you have me forever” the words spilled from your mouth in a laugh as you began to get up and collect all your clothes, finding your dress on the floor after putting on your bra and panties.

Billie got out of her bed and stopped you, “Where are you going? It’s late and I wanna cuddle you, just stay here tonight, please?” She was making it impossible for you to ignore the feelings you had crushing your chest. But you weren’t going to say no, you wanted her in any way she’d let you have her.