#billie x fem reader

[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.

[svelish]

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ text convos if Billie was your girlfriend . . . Pt. 2

(I love hate making these)

[vharperr]

your camera roll if you were dating billie eilish

hi chat i'm back 😇

[chrishme]

Amazing | Billie Eilish x fem!reader

summary: you comfort billie after her recent loss at the grammies.

warning: crying, that’s it. pure fluff other than that.

a/n: i know this is really really short but this is how i cope lmao my poor girl deserved so much better :(

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You were heartbroken, to say the least. Watching your girlfriend cry at the Grammies wasn't on your 2025 bingo card, and your heart ached for her. The night was magical at first, with you and Billie posing for camera's on the red carpet, both of you backstage getting ready for her performance, the happy smiles and quick kisses before running off onto the stage.

But every time her name wasn't called onto the stage later in the night, you can see your girlfriends smile falter more and more. Billie was a good sport however, and definitely wouldn't express her disappointment, especially with the camera's watching her every move.

The Grammies after party was nice, you and Billie danced together and managed to meet up with a few friends at the party, but you could still tell the loss from earlier that night was weighing heavy on her.

The two of you parted ways with Finneas and Claudia, Finneas making sure to give his sister an extra hug along with words of reassurance before going home. The ride up the elevator to you and Billie's shared apartment was silent, and you couldn't wait to be behind closed doors to hug and comfort her. As soon as the door to the apartment closed, you turn and she sulks into your arms, wrapping them around your waist, head on your chest.

You two stood there for a moment, and you run a hand through her hair and place a kiss on her forehead. It's not until moments later that you hear sniffles escaping from Billie, and your heart pangs at the noise.

"Bils?" You voice comes out in a whisper, trying to make her say something, anything. A moment passes by and Billie's ocean blue orbes finally meet your own. Your thumb runs over a stray tear that stains her cheek. "Are you okay?" You know it's a stupid question to ask, but you need to know what was going on in that pretty head of her's.

She nods at your words, sniffling. You bring her into you again, rubbing circles along her back. You knew she loved it when you did, and soon enough her body begins to calm against your own. "Your performance was amazing." You whisper out to her, kissing her forehead. "Thanks baby." She responds back, appreciating your efforts to make her feel better. She pulls away, and you grab her by the chin, making her look into her eyes.

"Bils, you worked so hard on this album and I know how much it meant for you to win, but just because you didn't doesn't make you or the album any less amazing."

She can tell your words are genuine by the look on your face. She manages a smile, and you can't help but mirror one back to her. She grabs your cheek and gives you a gentle kiss. You kiss back, fingers lacing in her hair. "I love you." She says, smiling against your lips. You always knew how to make her feel better. You smile back, "I love you too, Billie."

She rest her forehead against yours, breathing in your scent, finally feeling somewhat at peace for the first time that night, embraced in your arms. "Ya'know, if it were up to me, you would have won everything." You say with a smile. She smiles back at you, letting out a little laugh. "I know, baby. I know."

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[thebluediner]

a/n: my dear moot said moreee so you know I had tooo

♥ ⎋ ⏎

𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗�� 𝙮/𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨

𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘮𝘩

➺ 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨

𝘆/𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲: 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 ? 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ?

➺ 𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 ? 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘪 𝘢𝘮

➺𝘆/𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲: 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩.

𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻: 𝘰𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦 🤭🤚

𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭 😭😭😭😭

𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀: 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘤 ☠️

𝘆/𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗼: 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 🤭🤭🤭

𝘆/𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿: 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 😞

♥ ⎋ ⏎

𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨

𝘆/𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲: 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯

➺𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨

𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵: 𝘰𝘩

➺𝘆/𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲: 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘆/𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘀: 𝘢𝘩𝘩 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘮 🤭

𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗱: 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 😏

𝘆/𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘀: 𝘺/𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 😭😭😭

𝘆/𝗻'𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗮: 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 😭

[47lake]

needy girl

synopsis: billie is struggling to keep herself together while she’s away on tour, she shows you how much she needs you in the middle of your important meeting.

my bils

“i miss you.”

sent 2:34 pm

your phone lights up and so does your face. you quickly remember where you are and return to the unfazed look you were holding previous. you’re in the middle of an extremely important online business meeting, you work from home while billie is busy with all of her super cool singer stuff. you’re fine with being the boring one, hearing about all her tales makes your day.

my bils

Message sent with Invisible Ink

sent 2:36 pm

you quickly shut your camera off and mute your mic with the excuse of “bad connection” and grab your phone to see what’s waiting for you. you smile as you are greeted with a picture of billie’s tits.

god billie.

you know i’m in a meeting pretty girl

sent 2:37 pm

my bils

i’m sorry i just couldn’t wait, i need you.

sent 2:37 pm

you can still hear your coworkers blabbering about who knows what, you had more important things to worry about. you flop down on the couch in your home office and start typing back.

need?

need how?

read 2:38 pm

you sat and stared at those little words waiting to see her typing, a few minutes passed and still nothing. you put your phone against your chest and stared at the ceiling. you started to day dream about how pretty she looked looking up at you while you-

your phone buzzed and you instantly picked it up.

my bils

Sent a Video

sent 2:46

you clicked on the notification and found a video of billie recording her reflection in a mirror.

she was standing behind a sink, probably hiding from everyone somewhere. you pressed play and you watched as she dipped her hand into her pants slowly. you could tell she was touching herself by the way she gasped suddenly and started to moan quietly.

she whimpered your name and started to whine, the camera getting shakier the longer she went on. she began to moan sporadically and shake and then the video cut off. you sat there in disbelief.

there’s no way you just cut that off like that.

sent 2:52

you called her, the phone didn’t even ring once before she picked up.

“hello?”

she asked innocently.

“did you cum?”

she said ‘no’ quietly,

“keep going”

you wanted to hear her cum for you, no, you needed it.

“yes ma’am”

she answered, she gets this sweet sound in her voice when you fuck her, you love it. you could hear her shuffling around and then she told you she was ready. you smiled in anticipation.

“i love when you listen pretty girl, i want you to slip two fingers in.”

you heard her pause.

“come on baby, do it for me.”

you heard her let out a small giggle followed quickly by a whimper.

“how does that feel?”

she stumbled over her words as she told you how good it felt.

“wouldn’t that feel so much better if they were my fingers instead?”

she let out a loud moan.

“answer me, sweet girl.”

you wanted to hear her say it.

“yes, you fuck me better than i ever could.”

you felt your heartbeat pick up at that sentence.

“i want you to take your fingers out and play with your clit instead.”

you heard her giggle again, she always finished faster when you focused on her clit.

“go as fast as you can handle my love.”

her moans started to slip out, she sounded so pretty like this.

“my fingers are gonna feel so much better when you come home to me tonight.”

she moaned loudly, probably too loud, you were too enamored in the way she sounded to care

“yes, mommy.”

you heard her breath hitch and her small whimpers.

“do you wanna cum?”

you asked sweetly. she said ‘mhm’ frantically over and over and pleaded to cum for you. you smiled.

“let it all out baby.”

she moaned your name out and let out a sigh as her breathing slowed down. you teased her,

“my needy girl."

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[moxiipoo]

hard and soft

thinking about billie who kisses your lips softly one moment but the next moment she’s devouring you with her mouth

thinking about billie who kisses between your thighs so soft before biting and leaving tons of marks

thinking of billie and licks your sensitive clit before roughly taking the bud in her mouth with nonstop sucking till your creaming.

thinking of billie who teases your hole with her fingers softly dragging them up and down your slit before slowly slipping them inside you. she’d finger you slow before randomly changing her pace and moves her fingers fast and sucks several hickies onto your neck and chest while you moan her name over and over. once you get close to the edge though she abruptly stops all her movements causing you to whine due to the loss.

thinking of billie who make you ride the strap but she lets you go at your pace. as your bouncing up and down on her lap her hands are holding onto your waist and grabbing your ass as she sucks your tits. which comes to an end when she starts snapping her hips up inside you mercilessly causing you to loose your balance and fall onto of her, she’d have you creaming on her strap before switching the position to have your back on the bed and her on top. she’d effortlessly toss your legs over her shoulders before slipping back in and pounding you till your screaming “o-ohh shit b-billsss!! i’m g-gonna cum!!” billie would lean down (also causing your legs to touch your chest allowing her strap to fuck you even deeper) to whisper in your ear “go ahead baby cum all over me” bringing you to your nth orgasm of the night making your squirt not only all over yourself but on billie too and the bed she fucks you through your orgasm hers chasing close from the pressure of the strap on her clit. you could’ve sworn you were seeing stars with the way she was hitting your g-spot. she gives you a few more hard thrust before she’s reaching her own orgasm and grunting softly. “f-fucckkk baby.. i love this pussy so much..” she moves your face with her hand bringing you towards her lips to kiss you deeply.

billie who despite all the torturing pleasure she puts you through never fails to give you the sweetest after care like getting you all cleaned up, switching the sheets, before finally joining you in the bath and giving you a massage. she helps you walk back into her bedroom where you get all cozy in bed as she lights a vanilla scented candle. she’d crawl into bed with you sliding next to you before wrapping her arms around you and brining you in to lay on her chest. she plants soft kisses on the top of your head and on your forehead as your drifted off to sleep.

[vi-steponmeplease]

༘⋆ new year's with billie

"three... two... one... happy new year!"

the jubilant blare of party horns fills the room, mingling with the cheers and laughter of your friends. you glance up at the sky, sparkling with bright stars, as vibrant fireworks burst across the night. their dazzling colors paint the sky as their loud pops echo all around you.

finneas, your girlfriend's brother, pulls claudia into a warm embrace, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head.

you smile at the heartfelt moment, but your attention shifts as familiar arms wrap around you, drawing you into their comforting warmth. turning, you meet billie’s gaze, her eyes shimmering with affection and love.

your hands instinctively cup her face, your smile radiant as she gently squeezes your hips.

"i love you so much, pretty girl," she says, her voice soft and heartfelt. her gaze flickers to your lips before locking onto your eyes again, sincerity etched across her features. she tilts her head and leans in, her lips capturing yours in a kiss both tender and passionate, overflowing with love.

"i love you too, billie," you murmur, your cheeks beginning to ache from the uncontainable smile she brings to your face. "so, so much."

her voice drops to a gentle whisper, filled with devotion. "i can't wait to spend another year with you—and forever, baby."

"forever," you echo, your heart swelling as her words settle into your soul.

a/n: here's a little fluffy drabble cuz writer's block will not leave me be

✮ happy new year to everyone stepping into 2025! i wish you an incredible year filled with love, happiness, and joy. thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has supported me—it means the absolute world to share my writing with you and receive such positive feedback. i love you all <3

[oofmybad]

Gift Exchange

Synopsis: You and Billie have been friends for quite a few years now since you moved in across the street from her family home. You’re basically an extension of the O’Connell/Baird family since you’re an only child with absent parents, so they brought you in as one of their own. Over the years, you two have developed a romantic relationship, too. This year, you’re spending the 4th of July with her friends and family at their pool/BBQ/garden party. But you and Billie sneak away to exchange your annual 4th of July gifts - an ironic tradition that’s developed between you two over the past 5ish years.

 

Warnings: established relationship between Billie and reader, femme reader, teasing, fluff, references to smut (maybe it’s very mild smut idk), pole dancing, some nudity, reader is slightly implied to be Caribbean (Sorry if I got anything wrong, this is my first fic).

 

A/n: This is just a dream I had a couple of years ago. I still somehow remember it just as vividly. It’s pretty much just a fic about my life lol (but my dream state added Billie). Also, vibes are inspired by FKA twigs’ Cellophane music video, so there’s some pole-dancing terminology in here. I tried to keep it minimal cuz i don’t know how to explain the moves effectively other than just re-stating the name itself lol. So you may have to google a couple of things. I chopped the story off at 3.5k words cuz it was getting hella long. If anyone ends up reading this and wants the second half, pls just ask :) Ok, here we go!           

 

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You’re standing alone in the front room of Billie’s family home, looking out of the large French windows facing their front yard, holding your cup of coral-pink guava juice. It’s never quiet over here - you’ve grown tired of silence in your years living alone - but it’s especially loud today because the O’Connell family is hosting their annual 4th of July party.

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The first time Billie invited you to this celebration, 5 years ago, you laughed mockingly at the proposition. Billie knows where you stand on American patriotism, but without you even having to say anything further, she assured you, “We’re not those kind of people,” as she used her right hand to create a ‘shoo’ motion, finishing with a blasé “tsk” from her lips. You contemplated her words for a moment, then let out a simple “ok”, a sheepish smile surfacing on your lips. You pucker your lips and pull them to the side to hopefully conceal your fluster. “What should I bring?” you ask. “Just your pretty self, " Billie replies. You playfully roll your eyes and kiss your teeth at her response. Ignoring her flirty comment, you think out loud, “Maybe I’ll make some jerk chicken to grill. You know, to counteract the whole ‘American’ thing going on. Does that work?”. Both you and Billie were raised vegetarian and then turned vegan as children, so there was no need to clarify what kind of chicken you would bring. Billie’s eyes light up as she rapidly makes tiny little claps with her hands, her rings lightly clanking against each other. “Yes! That’s my favorite that you make! Purr”. At the final word, she childishly kicks the lower half of her left leg out to make a 90º angle, while her tongue peeks out and her eyes look up at the sky. There’s a small pause as you just watch her giggling, adoring the youthful energy that runs through her. “Hold up,” Billie says, putting a hand up, suddenly serious, “Please don’t make it hella spicy like last time”. “I did not!” You protest, “Your ginger-ass brother is just weak”. Billie lets out one of her laughs, your favorite one. The one where she abruptly throws her head back, mouth wide open, and cackles, “Ahhhh! Ahahah! … Ha! Haha!”. You just let it happen, watching her dimples emerge (the left one deeper than the other). Then, as her laugh settles down, you watch her gums peek out in the corners of her smile - also your favorite. She’s your favorite.

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As you continue to gaze out of the window absentmindedly, there’s a sudden yet soft clasp on your shoulders. You inhale sharply, snapping your head around to see who is touching you. Billie stood there cheesing, her forehead only as high as your chin, and you immediately relaxed, exhaling. You noted that she had put a beige backwards cap on since you’d last seen her – probably to ‘complete the fit’ as she’d say, considering she was wearing cream-colored sweatpants and a brown mesh jersey that allowed her fluorescent pink bikini to be seen through the material. “Billie, what the fuck?! You know I hate being touched,” you say with your hand over your heart. “Yeah, but not by me,” she retorts. “And how exactly was I supposed to know it was you?!”. She just shrugs with a stupid smile. You lean in to hug her now, your arms around her neck, and mutter a joking “fuck you” into her neck. Billie is quick to pull back, keeping hold of your waist, and say, “I wish you would,” grinning with mischief. Your hand gently slaps her chest, and you push her out of your embrace, giving her a “seriously?” Look. Billie is quick to change the topic, asking what you’re doing over here all alone. “I’m not exactly sure, to be honest. I kinda just zoned out,” you answer her. “of course, you did, your adhd ass” Billie rolls her eyes. “Do you want your present now?”. “Hell yeah, pretty girl, lemme go get yours first,” Billie replies just before she turns around and slow jogs down the hallway to her room. She returns holding the pretty patterned fabric goodie bag with your name sewn onto it that Maggie made you when you started spending holidays at theirs a few years back. Smiling at Billie’s sense of urgency, you tell her that you both will have to go over to your house across the street for her present. Billie furrows her eyebrows, giving you a questioning look in return. You explain that her gift is in your bedroom, and it can’t really be “taken anywhere”. “Ok, let’s go then!” She says in a high-pitched voice – that youthful excitement you so love is starting to burst at her seams. Billie grabs the juice out of your hand, places it on the nearest table, and then yanks your hand out the door with you following behind. “Chill, bro! Why are you running?” You yell ahead of you, the latter part in the voice of the meme. Billie moves her head to look at you, her expression dropped. “I am not your ‘bro’!” You chuckle at her remark as you continue to let yourself be dragged. 

In no time at all, you both approach your home, a single-story white house that spreads widely across the plot of land. There is a banyan tree located to the righthand side of the front yard, but its branches bow over the whole front, creating shade that your macrame hammock chair swings under. (Whenever Billie doesn’t get a response from you over text, she comes out to find you here with your head in a book, glasses slipping down your nose, and your legs tucked up into a ball inside the hammock like a rollie pollie). Leading up to your front door from the sidewalk is a footpath made from some light terracotta diamond-shaped stones, arranged with some random white stones that are painted with intricate designs on them in a rich indigo color. Above the front door, there is a trellis archway that has overgrown magenta bougainvillea weeping from it. Billie likes to joke that your house is straight out of the Mamma Mia set. But because you locked the front door from the inside, you direct Billie to go in through the side door, which leads directly to your bedroom. You repurposed the Florida room [a/n: sorry, I have no idea what other people call them] into your bedroom because you like having all the sunlight and the high ceilings. As you walk in, your room mostly spans out to your right, highlighting the bright chrome pole [yep, that kind of pole] standing proudly in the middle of your room. The sun glistens against the pole, making it shine like a trophy, starkly contrasting the mahogany-colored bamboo parquet flooring beneath both of your feet. Whenever you have new guests over, they find it impossible to look away from the pole, especially because the surface area of the room is kept clear - aside from a midcentury wooden dresser with glass sliding doors seated diagonally in the back corner of the room with a chair perched next to it. Really, you keep the room empty so you have space to practice choreography, but for others, there’s simply nothing to distract their eye from what you do in your free time. To your left, there is a small loft above you with a chunky wooden ladder leading to it. You consider the loft to be your ‘actual bedroom’.

Billie eagerly pulls you deeper into the room and sits cross-legged on your reading bench that’s tucked underneath the loft. You sit across from her, mirroring her position, and giggle at her chanting, “Me first! Me first!”. Now you mirror her enthusiasm by saying, “Ok baby, show me then!”. Billie holds out the goodie bag to you, looking at you expectantly while she waits for you to open it. You pull on the rope drawstring and grab onto something large, thin, and square. You rub your fingertips along a thin plastic wrapping, enjoying the texture. Intrigued, now you dip your head down and peer into the bag. Suddenly you shriek, “Ahhhhh no way! Where the fuck did you find this? I’ve been hunting for it for years! Omg, and it’s even unopened!” You ramble on, not letting Billie get a word in edgeways. Billie patiently waits for you to take a breath, she’s amused by your excitement, then says, “I know some people”. Her coy statement makes you laugh self-effacingly because of course she can get you a however-many-year-old limited edition pressing of Lana del Rey’s Ultraviolence, she’s Billie. “Do you like it?” She asks. “Don’t be stupid!” You reply as you reach over to hug her shoulders and leave a quick kiss on the side of her head. You spring back out of Billie’s hold, evidently pleased with a new idea. “This goes perfectly with my present for you” you smile at her. Your voice is now a little lower, a sultry implication behind it. “Oh yeah? How’s that?” Billie questions you, copying your tone. “Be patient, you’ll see” you teasingly respond as you get up from the cushioned bench and slowly walk over, fiddling with the plastic coating around the vinyl cover, to the dresser in the corner of the room. You pull out the vinyl and flip it to make sure the a-side is right side up. As you carefully lay the needle down, the record player lets out a warm, fuzzy scratch, and West Coast begins to bellow through the room – the warping sound of the electric guitar is quickly pulsing to the beat. When you bought the pole, Finneas helped you install a surround sound system in the room so you could get the “full performance feel”. The subwoofers are intentionally placed in all four corners of the room so you can feel the bass as you do floorwork. In this moment, you’re glad Billie convinced you to let Finneas install the sound system despite your initial shyness on the matter. By the time Lana’s voice enters the song, you have walked back over to Billie, standing in front of her legs that are now planted firmly on the floor. “Come with me,” you say as you grab her hand. She effortlessly stands up and you lead her closer to the pole, still a few feet away from it, just to leave her standing there. She patiently waits for your instructions as you’re clearly going to grab the chair from beside the dresser. You sweep the chair behind Billie’s legs and push her chest down so she’s seated with a perfect view of you. Billie leans back and spreads her legs, holding onto the crotch of her sweatpants like she always does. Billie’s free hand grabs your waist, causing a small sting as she roughly pulls you in closer between her legs. Now that you’re inches apart, she leans forward and begins to lift your cropped white vest shirt ever-so-slightly so she can press an agonizingly long open-mouthed kiss at the top of your tummy, between your ribs. Suddenly, your breath hitches when you feel her soft, hot tongue lick your central ab-line. “I haven’t even given you your present yet, baby,” you say to mock her neediness and cradle the back of her head in your hands. “You wanna undo my shorts for me?” You propose, knowing Billie would never say no to such a question.

As predicted, her eyes shoot up to meet yours, her mouth still attached to your skin, her hands still gripping your waist, and she nods her head longingly. Billie carefully retreats only a few inches so that she can see what she is doing at your hips. Timidly, she is fiddling with the button and zip on your mid-wash low-rise daisy dukes. Billie doesn’t dare touch the strings from your skimpy bikini that’s poking out the top of them. She knows that’s off-limits for now. Eventually, Billie lets out a relieved sigh as she finally manages to undo the fastenings of your shorts. Wordlessly, Billie latches her thumbs through the belt loops and goes to tug your shorts down but stops abruptly when she hears, “Uh uh, they’re not coming off yet. Gotta be patient, my girl.” This time, she sighs in frustration and slouches back into the chair making you giggle. You lean down so that your lips are grazing her ear and whisper, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it worth your while,” then slowly stand back up, leaving her flustered.

Unfazed, you turn around to face the pole, simultaneously moving onto the balls of your feet, and take a step forward so that your left hand can stabilize you to the pole. Your mind begins to float out of your body now that you’re in ‘dance mode,’ so you just let the rhythm of the music guide your body. Smoothly, your hips begin to sway from side to side. Your free hand reaches down to your thigh, and you caress up the right side of your body until you’re standing tall again. Using your right hand, which is now naturally flowing above your head, you grasp high on the pole, releasing your left hand, and use your inside leg to step forward and across your torso, which allows you to do a small and measured tabletop spin that leaves you facing Billie. You notice her bottom lip bulging out from between her top teeth, then use your eyes to seductively trace up to her own. “Jesus,” Billie mumbles out a low groan at the eye contact. You lick your bottom lip triumphantly – pleased that your gift is having its desired effect. Lazily, you lean the top of your torso back so that your right shoulder is pressed against the pole as you softly rearrange your legs to be spread open a little wider. With both hands free now, you drop your head back, and your hands tussle your free-flowing, loosely curly hair, letting the sensuality of the moment move you. Your elegant hands continue to dance to the back of your head, along the sides of your neck, and travel further down to your boobs. You decide to tease Billie even more by roughly grabbing your own clothed tits, letting them bounce back to their natural position just as quickly. You draw soft shapes down your stomach until your hands reach the waistband of your opened shorts. Supplely, your right hand enters your barely-there shorts as you palm your bikini-covered clit. In this moment, your mind taps into the music, and you recognize where the song is at, allowing you to slowly grind your hips up and down in time with the lyrics “ooh baby, ooh baby, I’m in love… I’m in love… I’m in love.” The fifth and final time you grind your hips, you hear Billie let out a low moan. You know you’ve done enough to her… for now. So, you roll your body up into a standing position and hook your thumbs underneath the waistband of your shorts. You shimmy the denim down in time with your swaying hips. Once the shorts are nearly free and over the top of your ass, you turn the top half of your body to face away from Billie, still keeping the balls of your feet planted so that you’re left with your legs slightly crossed. You bend down a little, dragging the shorts down with you to give Billie a perfect view of your ass and barely covered pussy from behind. As though it is second nature to you, you step one leg out of the shorts and then use the remaining leg to flick the shorts up into Billie’s lap while you’re looking over your shoulder to check your aim.

Billie catches the shorts before they land, using only one hand, never taking her eyes off of you, and folds them neatly only to tuck them into her front pocket moments later. You chuckle as you look forward again and raise a hand high on the pole. You start to climb up the now spinning pole. You climb once, twice, three times to allow the full length of your body to be in the air. Effortlessly, you hold your body away from the pole in a pencil, causing the definition of your toned biceps to pulse under the glistening sunset seeping through the windows. Your legs open on either side of the pole, quickly clasping together in a sit, and then you feed your torso to the front of the pole to create a baby snake, S shape. The pole is picking up speed from spinning, which creates an illusion with the shape of your body. After basking in the music for a few rotations, you untangle the top of your body from around the pole and cross your legs over one another – the pole remaining in the middle of them. Hastily, you drop your head down toward the ground so that you are now in an inverted layback. Even with your eyes closed, you can hear Billie’s quiet gasp and a “baby” escape her mouth just as you drop. Though she was quick to conceal her fear once she knew that you were safe. Your hair swings back and forth in a rhythm from the momentum and your hands caress up along your body again, but this time, you cross your arms and grasp onto the hem of your shirt, quickly pulling it up and off over your head. The shirt leaves a gentle ‘shwp’ as it hits the ground at some speed, and you’re left in your sparkly gold bikini top.

The triangles of your bikini are doing little to keep you modest, just barely covering your nipples. While you continue to spin for a moment, you discreetly open one of your eyelids to see Billie sitting there with her legs apart, fists clenching her sweatpants, mouth slightly agape, and her eyes following your tits around the pole as they threaten to escape further from their cover with each rotation. You snap your eye shut before you get caught while your hands fiddle against your back, expertly untying the straps of your bikini. Once again, you use your hands to pull the stretchy material over your head so that your tits bounce free. You open your eyes properly now to quickly fling your top at Billie and, just as quickly, roll your eyes further up to spot the floor. Your hands, once elegant and dainty but now covered in veins that are attempting to burst from underneath your skin due to the blood racing through your inverted body, spread and reach for the floor so that you can lower yourself into a handstand. Billie is lucky enough to sit right in line with your bare chest, so she’s distracted from your un-crossing and straightening legs. But this is only until one of them is heading towards the floor in front of her, the other following closely behind [a/n: like a back walkover off the pole if ygm?] As you drop into an open-hipped split that accentuates your ass perfectly for her view. Billie is left wholly unmoving except for her eyes which are now transfixed on your plump ass that’s jiggling from the impact of your landing, highlighted by your sparkly bikini thong. You plant your hands on the floor and lift your hips up so that your legs can join and tuck neatly underneath your thighs as you face Billie. You’re positioned in between her legs now as you sit your ass back onto your ankles, your face wearing an innocent yet mischievous look. In the background, the record fades into the next song on the album. But you pay the music no mind since you don’t have to follow a beat anymore. Your hands grip Billie’s knees, teasingly sliding up her thighs and towards her core as you smile and whisper, “Did you like your present, baby?” The muscles at the back of Billie’s jaw clench and unclench repeatedly, indicating to you that you’re really in for it this time – just as you’d secretly (obviously) planned. She sits up menacingly and slowly inches her mouth next to your ear. You hear her swallow followed by a loud huff coming from her nose, which causes your breathing to shallow out of both fear and excitement. You hear the spit move inside her opening mouth as she says…..

[billiegabbysyd]

Reader is a massive video game nerd, and she’s always spouting off random facts about different games or going off on tangents about her favorite characters. Billie finds her passion adorable and always looks at her with heart eyes when she’s rambling

𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 (𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒙 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

sfw just fluff: billie being in love and reader being a cutie

"did you know that in the last of us, clickers are actually based on a real-life fungus called cordyceps? it infects insects and basically mind-controls them—"

billie hums, chin propped up in her hand as she watches you animatedly explain. her focused blue never leaving you. the dinner you two were supposed to be eating is getting cold, but she doesn't care. your eyes are glowing with excitement, your hands waving in the air like this is the most important thing in the world. and to you, maybe it is.

she loves that about you.

you pause, noticing her staring. "am I rambling?"

billie smiles, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand. "yeah.” she shrugged. ‘but it’s one of my favorite things about you.’

your face flushes. "wait, really?"

"yeah," she says softly. "tell me more."

and just like that, you dive right back in, billie listening like every word is gold.

it’s always like this. whether it’s a lazy sunday afternoon or a late-night gaming session where you’re half-asleep on her shoulder, billie always listens. she doesn’t always understand what you’re talking about, but she doesn’t need to. the way your face lights up, the way your voice speeds up when you get excited…it’s enough.

she still remembers the first time she saw you play a game you truly loved. you had been sitting cross-legged in your pink gamer chair. completely focused, the controller practically glued to your hands. she had been scrolling through her phone, not really paying attention, until she heard you muttering under your breath.

“i love this game.”

“what’s so special about it?” she had asked, genuinely curious.

your eyes had gone wide, and suddenly, she had unlocked something in you.

“well, the storytelling is insane like, it makes you feel everything. and the way they use sound design-oh my god! genius. also, the combat mechanics—”

you had gone on for nearly 30 minutes. billie hadn’t said much, just watched, nodding occasionally. but when you had finally paused, maybe expecting her to be bored or rolling her eyes, she had only grinned.

"you get so cute when you talk like this, baby."

the way your face burning from her flattery, had been one of her favorite moments ever.

and now, months later, she still watches you the same way. still listens to every rant, every fact you randomly throw out, every passionate rambling about the fictional characters...

"hey, did you know the voice actress for cortana in halo is the same one they used for microsoft’s AI assistant?"

billie laughs, curling closer to you on the couch. "no angel, but i do now."

you glance at her, skeptical. "are you actually listening?"

she kisses your cheek. "of course i am. i love the way you talk about the things you love babe, you’re so passionate."

you soften, settling against her with a happy sigh. billie doesn’t need to be a gamer to know one thing for sure: she loves you and the way your mind works.

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Fuck Her Into Confidence

Warnings; g!p!billie x fem!reader, slightly insecure reader, use of pet names, safeword (didn't use it), pussy eating, rough sex, use of "Daddy", controlling, other.

Little note !!: I actually like this better than my others.

"Hmm? Can I finally fuck that sweet little pussy?"

"What? Oh my God... Is that what we're doing?"

"If you want..." Billie looked at you, back to normal. "Whatever you want. You tell me."

You blinked.

"I mean..." She pecked your lips between each word. "We don't have to. I'm also fine with this."

"You mean, you'd be... fine if we didn't do it? Like. But, isn't that what you want?"

"Obviously. Why wouldn't I want to fuck the shit out of you? Have you seen yourself?" Billie grounded her hips against yours again just to watch you squirm. "But the question is: what do you want?"

Your brows knitted for a minute, brewing with thoughts. Then in an instant, your arms were around her neck and you were kissing her like it was the end of the world.

"Is that a yes?"

"Obviously."

"Obviously?" She smiled, squeezing the sides of your neck. "You want to try again?"

You whined. Tried to look away, but she didn't let that pass. Not only because it was fun to mess with you. Push your buttons until your fears fucked off and you become a dirty sex kitten. But because she needed it just as much. Your trust. The intimacy. The freedom to be in control for once.

And she knew just what you needed. Humiliation. Praise. Being cherished. Treated like her favorite toy. The object of her obsession. To tease and play with. Ruin in she wanted to.

"Do you want to get fucked?" She asked slowly, tracing a finger across your collarbone to the strap of your bra, and dropped it down your shoulder. Your breast is a breath away from being naked.

"Yes." You breathed heavily

"Yes, what?"

"Yes. Please." Shame gritted your teeth

She clicked her tongue in disappointment and pinched your nipple. No doubt, the lace made it hurt more, but the way you cried out was delicious. "I'm sure you can do better than that, sweetheart. Want to try again?"

"Fuck. Me. Please." Your eyes burned with angry tears.

"Much better."

Your legs wobbled when she set you down. She threw you over her shoulder to lighten the mood a little. You had a heavy day. Sh didn't want you to get into this with a negative mindset.

Thankfully it worked. You laughed, carried like a sack of potatoes until she dumped you on her bed.

A fake orange candle you had insisted to buy from an overpriced hipster store flickered on her nightstand. The warm glow bounced on the black sheets. The sight of you with wild hair and a little smile pumped her up like an Olympic champion. She'd finally made it.

"Oops. One sec." She fished out her phone from her pocket to text Finneas.

"Stay away tonight." "Sorry not sorry." "Don't tell mom."

"Okay, where were..." She trailed off. You were already crawled over, and sat on your heels, unbuckling her belt. You glanced coyly under your lashes as she grinned at you. "Someone's eager."

Rolling your eyes, you close her fingers around her shaft, sticking out your tongue.

"Look at you, So—" The words died, her brain melting as you sucked her with your hot, slobbery mouth. "Oh my God..." A gluttural moan she'd never made before tipped her head back. She couldn't even care.

You whimpered and choked yourself more, using your whole body to thrust back and forth.

"Yeah. That's my good girl..." She reached for and struck your ass with her palm. Your shocked cry vibrated on her shaft, making her groan. Oh, you were so soaked through your panties already.

You struggled to focus as she teased. Tried to wiggle your butt away from her. That only got you spanked. Sharp. Once on both cheeks. Then right on your pussy. You tried to pull away.

"Don't you fucking move." She curled her fingers around your panties and pulled them aside, tracing your slick lips with a sly realization. "Oh, fuck. You've made such a mess. What's this, sweetheart? You're that fucking needy? Huh? I haven't even touched you yet."

You whined around her cock and tried to move again. Except she fisted the back of your head. You had nowhere to run. All you got was more spanking and crying as she forced you to suck.

"What a pretty little whore."

You only got wetter. She pushed the tip of her finger inside your pussy, watching your eyes go wife. Hands flew to her sides, too overwhelmed to keep going.

"Well, since you can't focus." She tossed her back and yanked down your hips, making you slide on the edge until your pussy was in front of her. She kneeled. Threw your legs over her shoulders, and kissed down your thighs. Licked the outside of your panties. Then over. Up and down.

"Oh my God. Don't... don't stop..."

"Oh, I don't plan to. You have a safe word?" She should've paused, but you were just so cute when flustered. She bit your panties and moved them further away, swiping her tongue up on your slit.

"Ohhh my God! Um. Uh... It's..." You yelped as she sucked on your clit. Knees involuntarily lifting to your chest.

"You better answer."

Your drawl came out humored and ashamed. "Potatoes..."

"Jerk." She laughed. "Way to ruin my childhood."

She climbed on top of you, something tugging her to check in. "You promise you'll say that if you don't like something?"

You nodded in a hurry and kissed her. Moaning and pushing your body up. Alright, well. That answered her question. She gave you what you wanted for a minute, caressing all over.

"Take off your bra. Let me see those titties."

"What?" Your eyes widened.

"Tits out." She wiggled her finger and pushed inside your tight warmth, curling it against your wall. You arched off the bed with a strangled cry. "Off, baby. Hurry."

You managed to do as asked. She licked her lips at your tiny nipples standing for attention. Knowing the air would be cool, she wet her finger and traced around it. You tried to manage your breathing, gaze darting at the ceiling. Savoring every second, she circled my tongue on your nipple, massaging the other between her fingers. Making your body writhe.

You must've forgotten about ger other hand. Because when she actually started to finger her, and added her thumb on your clit, you dug your nails into her shoulders and moaned off the bed. Quickly, your orgasm started to build again. Closer and closer. Almost there.

Billie slapped her clit, then stretched the skin above it, watching your pussy quiver around nothing.

"Aww, poor little thing. Look at it trying so hard to come. Did I ruin it for you?"

"You're an asshole." You kicked your legs to get up, but it didn't take too long for her to collect your ankles in one hand and push your legs up straight. She lifted your butt off the bed like a rag doll.

And then slid my fingers back in, because she could. Because she knew it made her feel like an object. And she loved the pathetic whimper you left out, hating yourself for how much you liked it.

"Good girl." She took off the rest of her clothes and threw them on the floor. "Come. Sit on my face."

"What?"

"I want your pussy on my face. Sit." Billie lied down on her back.

"Um, I don't know..." You brought your knees to your chest. "That's a little too much."

"Is it? I didn't ask." She picked you up by the hips, thigh on each side of her face. You tensed head to-to-toe, trying to get off. "Come down, y/n. Now. Give me that pussy."

"Bil—"

Billie licked up your thin lips and softly kissed your clit. Licked and kissed. Made out with it. Groaning at how delicious and sensitive it was. Hers. This was all hers.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh my God." You slapped the wall, your moans small and panicked, then louder as you threw your head back and let go. "Ah. Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes."

Little vixen began to ride Billie's face, moving confidently. Billie struck your ass just how you liked it, and fisted a chunk of your hips, bouncing you on her. You cried out at her stubble hurting your pussy, but came just as hard. Scraping the headboard, cum dripping down Billie's chin.

She laid you on your back and kissed your neck, rubbing her waiting cock up and down your drenched slit. You hardly noticed the new position, still floating on cloud nine. Eyes closed, ready to drift off.

Billie slapped your clit with her cock, flinching you up, and pushed her head in without warning. The sharp intake of breath for you had her smirking like a sick sadist.

"Yeah. That's it." Billie folded your knees up, bending them by your sides. You whimpered. Embarrassed she was staring at your pussy the entire time. As if she cared.

She groaned like she'd been waiting her whole life for this. Your reaction was too quiet yourself with the back of your hand and look away from her.

Just for that, she thrust deeper before you were ready.

You jerked up, smacking her chest and abs. But like a damn hypocrite, the fear turned you on.

"Oh, God. It's so big..." You whimpered, pushing her back as she tried to lean closer.

"Too fucking bad." She pinned your hands by your sides, sucking on your nipple. Not stopping her cock from going in and out. You shrilled as she bit, thrashed under her, begging and cursing as your pussy clenched already. "That's a good girl. Yeah, come for daddy. Come for daddy, baby. Good girl."

You gasped at Billie, appalled. Speechless, making her chuckle.

"You okay?" It felt like a natural moment to check in. You nodded and she pecked your nose. "Good."

"You didn't come."

"I know. Turn to your side."

Billie shifted behind you and grabbed your throat, hugging you to her chest. Your mood shifted quickly. The scared little girl back as she nudged her cock in. Curves in her perfect view. Tits and ass within easy access.

When her hand caressed your belly, you slapped it away and sucked your stomach in.

"Excuse me?" She chokes the breath out of her throat. "Did you just stop me?" She rammed you fast and nonstop. Her fingers bruising your hips from fisting a chunk. Ass jiggling on her thighs.

She grabbed your stomach roughly and sneered in your ear. "This is my body. I can do whatever the fuck I want. So if I want to grab it." She squeezed. "I'll fucking grab it. Do you understand?"

She clasped your throat to silence your yes. One bite on your neck, and you broke out in goosebumps. You yelled. Threw your hands at her back, clawing at her skin. She held you as you came. Messaging your tits. Rubbing your clit. Until you turned into a lumpy putty on the sheets.

Billie sat up with raw adrenaline.

"Get on your fours."

"I can't..."

"You can't?" She tossed you up how she wanted. Hips high. Heart-shaped ass pink with hand marks. Push your chest on the mattress, smacking your ass as you resisted. "Get the fuck down."

You stayed still, head bowed, exposing your chest and shoulders. So fucking perfect and all hers.

She spit in her hand and lubed you just in case. Buried her cock inside her again, closing her eyes. Fuck. Nothing felt better than this. Bodies were molded to fit each other. The way her cock filled every corner of your walls. You were loving it too. Dazed. You started to blubber.

"Mmm, daddy..."

"Yeah, baby. Daddy's still using you. I'm not done yet."

You moaned, sounding greedier. And fuck if that wasn't the hottest thing. Watching you be so horny for her. Panties still on as you got fucked. Shoved aside, stretched high on wide hips.

"God, that's my little fucking whore." She began to pound. Not holding back anymore. You wailed, crumbling with each thrust. Slap the sheets, stretch with your nails. She rammed harder, sweat beading on her chest, and slapped your ass hard.

She flung forward and belly-plopped.

Your legs and pussy are spasmed in tremors. With a trembling hand, you tried to cover up while she stared in aw at your post-orgasmic mess. You really were starting to sound and look broken. She chuckled and picked up your hips again, starting off slower so you could catch your breath.

She didn't want it. Tried to throw your hands behind her to stop, but she held your wrists in each hand and stretched your arms back. Holding them in the air so you couldn't use them. You tried to bend your elbows, flexed your fingers all confused, like you were solving a puzzle.

"No, sweet girl, you can't move. I got you. You're not going anywhere."

You melted at her words and instead of resisting, arching your back for more. She stilled her movements in wander, watching you move on her cock with your own slow, sensual pace.

"That's it. Oh, what a good girl. Look at you, so good. Yeah, baby. Just like that."

You tried to go faster, but couldn't do it alone. So she grabbed your hips again and picked up the pace. Spanking you, throwing your face back on the mattress. Fisted your hair and rubbed your clit to hear you scream again. You did everything in your power to crawl away.

"Where do you think you're going? Huh?" She cooed. Her hands wrapped around your panties and tugged on them, bouncing you back. She smiled at your helplessness "No, you're all mine, baby. I'll tell you when you're done. So you just stay there and take it. Take it like a good slut."

A string of pleas muffled on the sheets, you shoving your face into them. Just giving her an even better view of your ass. Her cock glistened in and out of your tight cunt.

"Is my slut going to come for me again? Huh?" She smacked your ass hard enough to sting like hell. Your high-pitched cry making her chuckle. "Huh? Do you need to cry when you come for daddy?"

"Fuck you..." Your voice broke. So that was a yes.

"Oh, you're done." She threw her body on you and trapped you under her, driving deeper this way. You had no way to move and screamed as you realized it. She covered your mouth with her hand. "Shut the fuck up and take it. You're going to take it and you're going to come like a whore."

Your tears spilled on your hand. Thighs wet with your cum. Of course, the poor girl was so overstimulated. But you wanted it. You had a safe word and wasn't using it.

She kissed your tense shoulders, going slower, but just as deep. "Shh, baby, take—Oh, fuck. Fuck, that's fucking good." She groaned in the crook of your neck as you moved your ass back on her.

She peeled away, needing to focus, and you little motherfucker giggled at her as if you knew. She couldn't believe it when you looked at her over your shoulder as if to say 'yeah, I did that to you.'

That's when she noticed the little spot of wetness on the pillow, right where your mouth was.

"Are you drooling? Aw, sweetheart. Does it feel that good?" Her voice became menacing, nails biting into your hips. Wiping your smirk right off. "Yeah? Does it feel that good? You want to come for me, baby? You want to come for daddy?" That's a good little whore, such a good girl."

"Oh my God, fuck!"

"Say it." She smirked at your failed concentration. "Say you're a dirty whore for this cock."

"No." You shook your head in defeat. Oh, you wanted to.

"Fucking say it." She growled out, fisting your hair back. Spanked your sore ass some more. She forced it out of you. You sobbed it, voice breaking, but orgasmed harder than she'd ever before.

Your screams drove her over the edge. She flipped you over and covered you with her cum. Thick and white stroked on your tits and belly as both heaved to catch their breath.

"Oh fucking hell..." Billie mumbled with a chuckle. You giggled, eyelids heavy, they both tried to do a high-five but failed miserably.

[dollarbils]

i can’t move on, babydoll | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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“well you’re a familiar face.” you’d turned around to be met by her. no introductions were needed, in fact, you lingered for a moment too long, caught up in the faint memories grazing the horizon. you didn’t think the clubs in miami would be this small.

“billie.” it was all you’d managed to muster up, at loss for words, not out of awe, but out of a sort of anger.

“baby.” she smiled, and it was wicked. a smile destined for heartbreak. it was all too clear now, you cursed yourself for not having seen it sooner.

“don’t call me that.” she laughed, amused by your attempts to act cold, reject her. nobody rejected her. she was infectious.

“you have taken up quite the cold front, been having to wait on calls and flip through stations. it’s ridiculous babydoll.” you rolled your eyes at the mention of the calls. they’d been flooding in, nonstop, for fucking weeks. you’d think she’d have given up by now.

“get over it billie, it’s pathetic.” she smirked, taking her lip between her teeth.

“mm, talk dirty to me.” she moaned. in response, you sighed, heavy with disbelief.

“how did you even find me all the way in miami?” her grin indicated a witty reply in the midst.

“don’t worry about it.” her bottom lip was plump from biting on it, almost making you go feral. trying to erase images of sucking it ‘till it’s swollen.

“well this has been a pitiful waste of my time.” it took over half your willpower to turn away from her, heading towards to exit. she pulled you back, obviously, what a fucking cliché.

“come on,” she paused, “are you really going to give up on this? i know you wanna fuck me, i still see it in your eyes.” you contemplated for second, wether it was possible for her to see that in your eyes, but came to your senses shortly after.

“for god’s sakes, just move on, billie.” you weren’t quite sure if she was disrespecting your orders on purpose or if she simply hadn’t listened, but she gravitated towards you.

“oh babydoll,” she dragged out her words, almost whining. her hand came up to push the hair out of your face and behind your ear, lingering for a while.

“stop it.” you swatted her and away.

“i can’t move on.” the warmth of her lips against yours took you by surprise, your mind screaming at you for letting her kiss you. she would never learn to move on, and you’d never learn not to take her back. but who’s complaining?

@adinda-eilish @ijustlovemaths @sweetcherriexs @jaxon-nathaniel-drake @mybluebossanova @diceroll65 @tothediner @st0nerlesb0 @bilssturns @london-uhmye @bxllxebxtch @tan1shere

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Boyfriend Billie could ruin me, fix me, break me again, and use me as her napkin —and I’d let her. No questions asked. 🫠😵‍💫

Just let me have a ride

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Cherry

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Pairing: Sub!Billie Eilish x Dom!Female!Reader

Billie had been busy all day,locked in her office working on some new music video. Leaving you bored and alone all day. You found yourself lurking outside the door of Billie's studio,but you pulled yourself away. Sitting on the couch and trying to distract yourself anyway you could. Minutes ticked away, until the sound of footsteps approaching the living room snapped you back to reality.

"Hey daddy" you jokingly called out.

"Hey there, princess," she replied, her voice a low, seductive drawl. "Having trouble keeping yourself entertained?" She walked towards you, her eyes gleaming with mischief, and took a seat beside you on the couch.

"What do you want me to do when my girlfriend is constantly in her studio and here I am" you gestured to yourself and your body. "Looking sexy as hell" you said,you were joking but your tone was a bit more serious.

"You have a point," she said, her voice still maintaining that low, slightly seductive tone. "It's unfair of me to keep you alone while I lock myself away in my studio," she admitted, her eyes meeting yours, filled with a mixture of desire and affection. The smirk on Billie's face grew wider as she took in your words. She ran a hand through her tousled dark hair, her gaze roaming over your figure, lingering over your curves.

"So you gonna let me see the music video?”

"Impatient, aren't you?" she jokingly replied, raising an eyebrow at you. "You want to see it that bad, huh?" she teased.

"What's the point in being your girlfriend if I can't use the girlfriend pass to see your work before anyone else." You joked.Billie let out a soft laugh, amused by your playful banter. She knew you were teasing her, but there was a hint of truth behind your words. She leaned back against the couch, her eyes roaming over your features.

"You know, you have a point," she admitted. "But I kinda like making you wait."

"Fine,but can I at least use the girlfriend pass for some ice cream?" Billie rolled her eyes playfully, pretending to be exasperated. 

"Alright, fine," she said, trying to maintain a serious tone. "You can use the girlfriend pass for ice cream... but just this once."

"Aren't you gonna ask what flavor I want?" You stood up,giving her a kiss before you sat back down.

"Oh, right," she replied with a laugh. "Forgot about that part. What flavor do you want, princess?”

"Cherry" you smirked,knowing she knew what you were implying.

"Cherry, huh?" she repeated, her voice dropping to a low, seductive tone. "You sure have a one track mind, don't you?" Billie's smirk mirrored your own, her eyes gleaming with understanding. She leaned back further against the couch, her gaze never leaving yours.

"Says the girl who wrote 'lunch'" Billie chuckled shamelessly, her smirk growing wider at your retort.

"Touché," she conceded. "I guess I walked right into that one." She leaned in a little closer to you, her eyes roaming over your features. "But hey, can you really blame me?"

"No,now come here. I've been wanting all day for that cherry"

"You're impatient tonight, aren't you?" she murmured, her eyes fixed on your lips. She reached out, placing a hand on your thigh, her fingers gently tracing circles on the fabric of your pants. She scooted closer to you on the couch. You pushed her down onto her back. Billie let out a gasp as your actions caught her off guard, but the surprise quickly turned into intense arousal. The look in her eyes darkened with desire as she found herself beneath you.

"Can you blame me,you kept me lonely all day" Her hands roamed over your body, gripping your hips, pulling you closer. She could feel the heat radiating between you, the tension palpable in the air.

"No," she admitted breathlessly, her voice low and husky. "I suppose I can't blame you." You quickly pulled off her shorts,followed by her underwear and buried your face in between her legs. Billie's head fell back against the couch as a soft moan escaped her lips. Her body arching towards you in response. "Oh, God," she gasped, her words coming out breathlessly. Her fingers tangled in your hair, her touch urgent and demanding. "Just like that, princess." Your nails,carefully manicured and painted in her favorite color digging into her skin. Leaving half moon marks in her soft thighs. Your tongue moving faster on her clit. Billie's grip on your hair tightened, her fingers trembling as they clutched at the strands. Her legs quivered, each mark you left on her a reminder of the pleasure you were bringing her. "You're so good at that," she gasped, her words strangled as she struggled to form coherent thoughts. "Don't stop... please, princess..." With one hand on her stomach,you pushed her down. Your mouth never leaving her skin for even a second,devouring her like you were starved. Billie's body trembled uncontrollably beneath your touch,her breaths coming in short gasps as she gave into the overwhelming sensations. "I can't... I can't take much more, princess..." She was quickly coming undone under you,her body shaking with each move and her voice broken by moans. "Princess," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm... I'm so close." Quicker and quicker you moved your tongue on her clit,forming circles. Your moves become more intense as you pushed her to her limit. "Don't... don't stop," she gasped, her words strangled. "Please, princess. I need... I need you” She was crying out "F-fuck” She gripped tightly on the couch and the back of your head, eyes shut, head flung back against the back of the couch, as she came undone beneath you. "P-princess," she gasped, a tremor in her voice. "You... you did that on purpose, didn't you?" Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain control. She looked utterly wrecked, her hair a tangled mess, her body marked with the scratches you left behind.

"Did what?" You smirked,licking your lips as you pressed your cheek against her inner thigh. Your mouth still dripping with a mix of saliva and her wetness. "I think you deserve that after ignoring me all day long"

"You think I deserved that, huh?" she said, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Maybe you're right, princess." She let out a soft, shaky laugh as she tried to steady her breathing. "But I have to admit... I think I quite enjoyed you making me pay for ignoring you."

"There's more,you didn't think I was done did you?"

"More, huh?" she said, her voice hoarse with arousal. "I didn't think you had any more in you, princess." She ran a hand through her hair, her gaze fixed on you, waiting to see what you had in store next.

"I have a lot more,maybe three more times"

"Three more times, huh?" she echoed, her eyes flicking over your figure. "You're really out to prove a point, aren't you, princess?" 

"Yeah,that this is what happens when you leave me riled up all day"

"You have a point," she admitted, her voice low and rough. "And I suppose it's my turn to pay the price for ignoring you all day."

"And you will," You said,commanding the situation. Spreading her legs and letting your head slide back into place. "I'll make you pay for it"

"Yes, princess," she gasped softly, her voice trembling with desire. Your lips found their place between her legs once again. Your tongue moved slowly, teasingly, across the folds of her skin, drawing out every reaction you knew would drive her wild. She gasped and moaned beneath you, her body trembling,still sensitive from the last time. This time, with the knowledge that she had more in store, you took your time. You wanted to draw this out, to make her feel the full extent of her punishment. But due to how sensitive she was it didn't take long before she was begging you to let her cum. "Please," she gasped, her voice hoarse with need. "Oh god, please, princess. Let me come. I need it. I need you." And that's when you pulled away from her. Billie's eyes snapped open, a protest forming on her lips. She stared up at you, her face flushed, her chest heaving. "W-what... what are you doing?" she gasped, her voice filled with a mixture of desire and frustration. "Please, princess. I need it." You moved up to her ear,your hands cupping her chest as you spoke directly into her ear.

"Not yet"

"But... but princess," she gasped, her voice strained. "I'm begging you. I need it so bad." Your hands squeezing her breasts,playing with her. She couldn't help but arch her back, pushing her chest further into your hands.

"You'll wait,just like you made me wait" Her legs wrapped around your waist,pulling you closer until she was rubbing against you. You let her rub against you for a moment before your hands gripped her hips. Taking back control of the situation. Billie let out a whine, frustrated by your control, but also turned on by it. She tried to continue grinding against you, but your grip on her hips was firm, stopping her from getting the release she desperately needed. "I told you,you'll wait until I tell let you"

"You... you're being cruel," she gasped, her voice strained with need. "I can't... I can't take much more of this." You gripped her hips,looking down on her.

"Flip over" Billie's body trembled as your words landed. Without hesitation, she obediently rolled over onto her stomach. Her breaths were heavy, her body quivering with anticipation. You pulled her back by her hair,thrusting against her. Her lower body was bare while you were still fully clothed. Yet you still thrusted into her. Heightened moans escaped from her lips, each movement of her body under you fueled by a need for more. Letting go of her hair so you could set both your hands on her hips. "I'll show you what I felt like,how desperately I want you" You smacked her ass before your hand rested on her thigh. "You wanna cum,darling?" Billie's breath was ragged, her words choked with need.

"Yes... I need to cum... princess, please... let me cum." You pulled away and moved to lay down.

"You want it so badly,work for it. Ride me" you patted your lap. Straddling your lap. Her hands rested on your shoulders, feeling the firmness of your body beneath her. Your hands around her waist moved her slowly,rocking back and forth until she was rutting into you. Her movements grew more urgent as the desire built up inside her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes locked with yours, a mix of need and desperation in her gaze. "That's it, call my name,moan for me" Your name fell from her lips like a mantra, mingling with moans and gasps of ecstasy. Her body moved frantically against you, seeking friction and release. With a loud moan her moves become sluggish,your hand moved to hold her. “That's it,just breathe” you kissed her neck. As you showered her in kisses, moving from her cheek to her neck and back, she continued to babble, her words a mix of nonsensical sounds and fragmented sentences. It was clear that she was completely lost in a state of blissful delirium. Her body was trembling slightly, her chest heaving with every breath, as she attempted to process the overwhelming sensations still coursing through her.

"Oh... oh god," she murmured, her voice shaky and breathless. "That was... that was incredible. I don't think I can move... you…" You kissed your way back up to her ear.

"I'm not done,remember I said three more times." Billie's eyes widened at your words, and she let out a soft whimper. She was still coming down from the intensity of her climax.

"I... I don't know if I can," she gasped, her voice trembling as she looked up at you. "I'm... I'm so sensitive..."

"This is what you get for leaving me alone all day. Being left alone really gives a girl a lot of time to think." Your hands slowly traced down her body. As your hands traced down her body, a shiver ran through her, her skin still sensitive after her recent climax. She let out a soft gasp, her body trembling beneath your touch.

"Please, princess. Just... give me a moment. Just a moment to catch my breath..."

"I'll give you a minute,I have to grab something anyway" Billie let out a sigh of relief, her body relaxing slightly as you said you'd give her a minute. You reappeared with a strap on between your legs. Her eyes roaming over your body, taking in the new accessory you were so tantalizingly sporting. She could already feel her body responding, the thought of what was to come fueling her arousal even further.

"You... you look so hot like that," she huskily gasped, her eyes darting between you and the strap on in anticipation.

"Do I now?" You moved closer,pulling her to sit up. Pressing the tip to her lips. "You think I'm pretty,why don't you prove it to me." You smirked "Kiss it" Without hesitation, she leaned in, her lips brushing against the silicone strap on, leaving a trail of kisses along its length. 

Before suddenly taking it all in,her hands grabbed your waist to keep steady. Billie's hand gripped your waist, holding steady as she took the strap on in her mouth.  "That's it,you're so perfect." Grabbing the back of her head,you took control. Moving your hips against her mouth,all while mumbling praises at her. Once you saw her trying to take more control you pulled away,pushing her back onto her back. "I'm gonna make you think about leaving me alone for so long ever again." Billie let out a desperate whimper, her body trembling at your words. She knew she was in for a night she would never forget, a night that would make her remember just how wrong she had been to abandon you. She was at your mercy, and she was already writhing beneath you, aching for more. In seconds you were thrusting into her,at a slow almost agonizing pace. Deliberately drawing this out. 

"Please," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Please, princess, I can't take it anymore. I need more. I need to come. Please..."

"You're so desperate for me,wanting me so badly. Why should I give it to you?"

"Don't make me beg,"

"Oh,you will. If you want me,you'll beg and ask for it" Immediately she crumbled and begged for you.

"Please," she pleaded again. "Please princess, I'll beg if I have to. I need you, I need to come. Please, princess. I'll do anything, I'll beg, I'll do anything please" You looped your arms around her thighs,pulling her closer as you moved your hips rapidly.

"Getting close?" You teased,you knew she was right at the edge. She gasped out, her words broken and disjointed as the pleasure consumed her.

"Close," she managed to pant out, her body trembling uncontrollably. "So close." She dug her nails into your back as she moaned louder,your thrusts becoming sloppy as you were getting close to your own release."Please, princess. I can't take it anymore. I need to cum. I need it so bad."

"Cum for me" that's all she needed to hear,her back arched and she held onto you. Finally getting that release. Her back arching as her release took hold. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her nails still digging into your skin, even as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her words a mix of gratitude and satisfaction. She was completely spent, her body sinking back against the couch, her eyes closed, her breath ragged. She was utterly sated, yet somehow still craving more. She reached out, her hand lightly tracing over your back, feeling the marks her nails had left behind.

“That…was amazing…you're..I can't take anymore” 

"You think I'm done?" Her eyes flew open, her surprise evident in her expression.

"What?" she gasped, her body still trembling in the aftermath of her intense climax. "You mean... there's more?"

"So much more"

"I... I don't know if I can handle any more," she murmured, her words tinged with both excitement and trepidation. Your hands ran up her sides as you leaned down closer to her face.

"I could go all night,but I'll stop for now"

"You'll... stop?" she echoed, her voice carrying a hint of both incredulity and gratitude.

"For now" You kissed her "Just wait till the morning"

"The morning?" she murmured, her voice tinged with curiosity and excitement. "What are you planning?"

"You'll see"

[47lake]

payback

synopsis: you always loved it when she got frustrated, but something about this night specifically drove you absolutely wild. plus, you had to get your payback.

‼️: sub!top!billie, dom!bottom!reader, restraints, begging, tears, thigh riding, teasing, princess treatment(receiving), more that i’m probably forgetting oops ! w/c 2.6k

continuation of 'im sorry'

the two of you were at dinner with her team, a very classy restaurant with everyone’s tab covered by billie as a way to say thank you for all their hard work throughout the year.

you let your girlfriend pick your outfit for the night, she returned from the closet after very carful consideration with a sleek, long sleeve, deep crimson dress that you had gotten recently. you chuckled and smiled, knowing billie had been waiting for you to wear it. you paired it with some black louboutins bils has surprised you with a few days before.

“they were supposed to be for christmas but i was too excited to see your reaction so, do you like them?!”

she was always so sweet to you, spoiling you with anything she even thought you would like. you pick something up to look at it closer in a store? it’s practically bought already.

you hooked the clasp of a gold necklace you mentioned liking to her once. it arrived at your door a few days later along with the earrings and bracelet to match, accompanied by a proud billie.

you sprayed a few sprays of her eilish no 1 & no 3, the mix of the warm vanilla with the christmas-y scent mixing together in a way that billie loved.

you grabbed your purse, black leather with gold accents, perfect for any outfit. you stepped out of the closet, lipstick in hand, to find your girl adjusting her tie, the perfect shade of red to match your dress. she was wearing a suit, a little baggy to fit her aesthetic, with her new converse, ‘open up the door’ could be read along the side of the sole.

you stood there for a moment, watching her adjust herself, she was perfect. you cleared your throat to make your presence known, she practically did a 360, eager to see how you looked.

“you’re kidding… there’s no way i get to call this gorgeous girl mine, somebody pinch me.”

she took your hand as the two of you closed the distance between yourselves, she spun you in a circle, whistling as she took it all in.

“you know i could sit here and admire you for hours but we’ve gotta go or we’re gonna be late!”

she gripped your hand a little tighter and led you out the door, opening your car door for you and holding her hand out to help you get in. she shut the door softly and ran around to her side, throwing herself inside and slamming her own door.

she waited for you to buckle your seatbelt and touch up your makeup, watching intently as you outlined your lips. thumbing circles against your exposed thigh through the slit that ran up the side of your dress. just as you snapped the mirror shut she started backing down the driveway, her hand never leaving your skin as she turned out onto the street.

you both always had to be touching, you reached over to hold the back of her neck as she held your thigh. you scratched her neck softly, your red acrylics perfectly contrasting her pale skin.

you couldn’t help but watch her, it was your favorite thing. her side profile always so gorgeous, her resting face always seemed so focused, you wondered what she could be thinking about all the time.

the car ahead of you casting a bright red light across her features, helping you clearly see her face light up as she turned her focus to you.

“whatcha looking at?”

“just my girl.”

she smiled wide and returned her gaze to the road, such a sweet girl.

──୨ৎ──

throughout the night you could see your appearance was having more and more of an effect on her.

her eyes lingering on the deep neckline of your dress for just a little too long when you spoke to her.

her mind visibly wandering as you shot her knowing glances.

how intently she watched you even if she was speaking to someone else across the room.

everyone knew billie was infatuated with you, but tonight was something more. something that she couldn’t hide no matter how hard she tried.

her gaze currently fixated under the table, the slit of your dress falling to perfectly showcase your crossed legs and her hand atop your thigh.

“billie?”

“hm?!”

she snapped her head, tuggingher gaze away from your body. you giggled quietly as she ran her hand along your skin, giving you any attention she could.

“your speech?”

“OH! right yes!”

she stood up out of her seat and called attention to everyone within the private room. she thanked her team for all their hard work and patience with her and her career. she went on to tell a few funny stories between her and some of the crew, laughs erupting around the room. billie’s smile gleamed through all the chatter, she waited for everyone to settle down and turned to you.

“and i also want to thank my beautiful girl!”

she reached down for your hand, placing it in her own.

“this girl has helped me through thick and thin, kept me grounded, and helped me truly be me. she has done more for me than she will ever know, and i love her endlessly.”

you couldn’t help but smile, you loved how sentimental she could be, she’s so perfect.

everyone starts clapping as she motions to you after her little spill, smile still plastered on your face, you shook your head and squeezed her hand tightly.

she sat down and people went back to chatting amongst themselves, billies hand quickly returning to your thigh. she leaned closer to you, lips inches away from your ear.

“you look so beautiful, it’s driving me crazy.”

she slid her hand up just enough to show her intentions behind that statement, you laughed and told her to be patient. you loved when she got enamored like this, she couldn’t pull her gaze away from you if she tried.

you lightly placed your hand on top of hers, running your index gently across her middle & ring. you’d think something so simple wouldn’t bother her so much, but you could instantly see her her zone out, god knows what she could be recollecting.

you cleared your throat as someone approached, snapping het out of her thoughts instantly. amusement shown clearly across your features. you kissed her cheek, leaving a vivid red stamp on her face. it paired nicely with the rosy blush now coating her cheeks.

she stumbled over her words as you continued to trace over her fingers with your own, her eyes darting around the room as she tried to focus on what the poor girl in front of her was saying. she answered to the best of her ability and the girl walked back to her seat, billie shot you a look that clearly read ‘you’re so mean!’ you smiled innocently and leaned into her ear.

“i can’t wait until we get home sweet girl, you’re gonna be so good for me.”

her hand flew over her mouth, eyes wide as her mind ran with ideas of what was in store. she cleared her throat and adjusted her hair, trying to keep herself composed, much to her dismay her pink cheeks and hot ears were a dead giveaway.

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you and billie both stood outside the door of the restaurant saying your goodbyes to everyone, thanking them for coming and for everything they do. billies team was so big it felt like ages, especially since you were eager to get your hands on her.

the last person got in their car and drove away, billie snatched you up in her arms and practically flew to her car.

she set you down and opened the car door for you, like always, holding her hand out to keep you steady as you got inside. you buckled your seatbelt and she shut the door with care, despite her impatience, running around to her side and flinging herself inside. she started up the car and began to drive while simultaneously buckling her seatbelt, wasting as little time as possible.

“someone’s excited.”

you teased her as you ran your fingers through her hair.

“how could i not be? you only drove me absolutely insane throughout the entirety of dinner!”

“oh hush, you know you like it.”

she turned her gaze away, pretending to be focused on the road as she hid her smile.

she ran her hand up and down your thigh, traveling just a little further up each time. she wanted you so bad it was precious, tracing circles with her thumb and tapping the pads of her fingers against your skin.

you couldn’t help but smile, you uncrossed your legs, looking over to see her attention directed towards your thighs. you felt her hand travel further up than before, making sure to stop before she got carried away. her eyes fixated on the road, bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she smiled.

she pulled into the driveway, getting out of the car quickly and running around to your side. she opened the door and undid your seatbelt for you, eager to get inside already. you giggled as she held her hand out, taking it and stepping out.

you held both sides of her face as she shut the door back, kissing her passionately. her hands cascaded to your waist as yours wrapped around the back of her neck, her touch fell down to your ass as she squeezed softly. you pulled away, thumbing over her cheek as you were met with her pouty eyes and swollen lips.

“my poor baby.”

she tried pull you back in when you grabbed a handful of her tie, leading her to the door. you held your free hand out expectantly as she scrambled through her pockets for the keys, handing them to you with a cheesy smile.

you undid the lock and pulled her a little harder as you led the way to the bedroom, opening the door and walking her over to the bed. you let her out of your grip and she flops down, looking up at you and waiting for her next instruction.

“help me with my dress sweetheart, i can’t reach the zipper.”

she jumps up and obliges happy, slowly pulling the zipper down with one hand, the other resting on your hip. her plump lips trailing soft kisses across your shoulder and your collarbone to eventually land on the nape of your neck. the zipper soon runs out and she pushes the sleeves off your shoulders, spinning you around, kisses now lining the edge of your jaw as she slips your dress off.

“i wanna make you feel good..”

you caress her shoulders and push her away gently, the backs of her knees hitting the edge of the sheets as she is sat on the bed again. you straddle her lap and watch as her eyes linger on your exposed figure, she’s always had a weakness for how perfect you look in lace.

“i know, you’re so eager my love. i promise, you’re gonna make me feel so good.”

she smiles looking up at you, her hands return to your skin, so desperate to please. you loosen her tie and pull it off, unbuttoning her shirt to join the pile forming in the floor. you slide off her lap and get on your knees between her legs, undoing her belt and and button of her pants, sliding them off and throwing them to the slide.

now that you had her on display to match yourself you told her to move back, her back resting against the headboard as she sat up straight, legs out in front her.

“i want you to close your eyes for me sweet girl, you can do that, yeah?”

she nodded intently as her lids fell closed, waiting for your next move. you got up off her lap and pulled the drawer of the nightstand open. you smiled as you pulled out a roll of ribbon, you told billie to be patient and quiet as you tied her wrists to the headboard in a pretty red bow.

you could cum right then, she looked so sweet. her eyes closed, bottom lip tucked between her teeth, your kiss stamp on her face, rosy pink cheeks flush as her arms remained above her head. you quickly slipped your bra and panties off and positioned yourself to be straddled across her thigh.

“open, my love.”

her eyes fluttered open, looking up as she gasped, the realization of her restraint washing over her. she tugged gently against the ribbon, looking at you with a pout painted across her face.

“babyyy?!”

“payback. pretty girl, don’t you remember when you just couldn’t help yourself?”

you watched as she became lost in her own thoughts, recollecting her apologies falling from her lips as she held you down.

she quickly snapped out of her daze when she felt your wet heat touch down on her thigh, her focus instantly fixated on the slow rhythm of you hips against her thigh.

“come on! please! just let me touch you please! i’ll be a good girl, i promise!”

you smiled, your hands finding stability in the sheets as you picked up your pace, dirty moans rolling off your tongue that you knew would drive her wild.

“i know you will, you’re making me feel so good, sweetheart. just sit there and look pretty for me, yeah?”

she nodded slowly and her attention instantly retuned to the puddle of arousal pooling against her skin. you began to roll your hips faster and faster against her. she repeated ‘please’ and ‘fuck’ over and over, not touching you was making her crazy. you loved it.

she started to buck her hips, loving that you were using her to get off.

“such a dirty girl. you’re just watching and can’t control yourself?”

her eyes locked with yours, she looked so sweet when she got needy like this, small droplets fell from her eyes in frustration.

“please let me touch you, please, it’s all i want, please, baby.”

oh. my. god.

you couldn’t refuse that, you untied her pretty bow and tossed it aside.

her hands flew to your hips, positioning one to be able to press circles into your clit with her thumb. she began to guide your hips, picking up at the pace where you had left off.

you laid your head against her shoulder as she rolled your hips faster and faster, moans and whines spilling out of you rapidly as the knot inside of you grew tighter and tighter.

“fuck bils! yes! make me cum!”

she pressed your hips down harder and kept her pace and your body shook in her grasp, she kissed your neck as her pace grew slow, letting you ride out your high. you sighed deeply and laid against her for a moment, catching your breath.

“don’t move.”

she nodded and waited patiently, you took one final breath and got off her thigh, positioning yourself a little further back between her legs. you looked up at her and held her gaze with yours, arching your back in front of her.

“fuck!”

she inhaled sharply as your warm tongue collected all of your pleasure off her skin. you sat up once you were finished, kissing her deeply.

“my good girl, you took your payback so well.”

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