#billieeilish

[emyscc]

wetter than ever or whatever the albums called

[deardariaa]

"a-are you sure about this?..."𝜗ৎ

ex!billie eilish x ex!reader

warning: fluff to smut,using a strap, ex, no rudeness.

summary: your ex came to girls' sleepover, but when your nerves were killing you, she followed you.

Outside the window, buildings, people, and colorful cars flew by. It was all just a blurred canvas behind the tinted glass, moving at a frantic, uncontrollable pace. The seatbelt pressed against your chest as you buckled it, as if trying to strap you to reality, not just the taxi seat. The taxi's interior was light gray, dim, like a world without filters or bright colors, where every day was just another day in an endless flow. Headphones were in your ears, a desperate attempt to drown out the foreign sounds and the silly music the driver had turned on. Your fingers were intertwined on your stomach, and you tried to control the nervous tapping of your foot, but it still drummed its own accelerated melody.

In your mind, various university projects you had to submit crowded together, like a whole world of responsibility pressing down on you. But suddenly, it all disappeared when your phone screen lit up with a message. The screen displayed a name.

Margo.

You had known each other since school. With her name on the screen, a thousand memories flashed: lessons, laughter, secrets, girl-talks that lasted until morning. A smile, genuine and warm, spread across your face, the kind that only appears when you see the names of your closest people.

With a single swipe, you opened the chat.

Margo: hi girl! I'm having a sleepover, can you come to my place tomorrow? it'll be fun, just a few people and lots of our friends! ;))

Your eyes darted across the lines of text, and you felt the tension that had been gripping you all day slowly begin to dissipate. Finally, a chance to get away from all the hustle and bustle, from those endless deadlines hanging over you. Finally, a chance to dive into a world of laughter, fun, and favorite girlfriends.

You: hey sweetie! of course i will! only tell me correct time.

You didn't have to wait long for a reply. Your friend told you the time, and that was all you needed to know.

The taxi suddenly felt warmer, and so did your heart. You hadn't met up with your friends like this in a long time, not just short phone calls or a fire emoji reply to a story on Instagram. This would be a real evening. Long conversations that would stretch until dawn, favorite movies, and pizza that disappeared faster than you could order it.

You held your phone tighter, as if afraid to let it go, and pressed it to your chest. It was the key to this little celebration, to the moment that filled you with warmth, and you couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.

The next day you spent in pleasant anticipation. You had already chosen which pajamas to pack, exchanging messages with some of the girls. As Margo's closest friend, you two chose the movie, giggling on a FaceTime call.

Someone was arranging for food.

Someone else for board games.

Another person would bring a camera to capture the beautiful moments.

Tomorrow night was no longer just a plan, but a true oasis in the desert of everyday life, a promise of unforgettable emotions that you would remember for a very long time.

The day started calmly but turned playful when you, as Margo's best friend, arrived an hour earlier than planned. The air in the house filled with easy laughter, and you got to work. You helped finish cleaning and change the bedding in all the bedrooms of her house—a legacy from her grandmother that Margo's parents treasured and were proud of. This house felt like it held a history that was now intertwining with your new, living moments.

You didn't close the door, because someone could come at any moment. Which happened 40 minutes later. The invited girls started arriving, bringing with them colorful bags, sweet smells, and loud laughter. You didn't know everyone well, but you could give a brief description of each. This one loves to take photos. That one always knows the latest gossip. Another always brings the most delicious pastries.

But to be honest, you were thinking about her. You knew she had many friends. You wouldn't have enough fingers to count them. And you considered the possibility of this happening. After all, you hadn't been together for about a year.

You say you don't love her, but you still wonder: what is she doing now? Is she still playing that game? Who is her new partner at university?

When you accidentally catch her eye at some significant events, your heart stops, and you immediately turn away to the window. One time she liked your story after the breakup. Maybe by accident, or maybe not.

It wasn't a very painful breakup; you both decided it would be that way. Like adults.

But still, your breath catches when someone says her name. Even a brief mention of her makes your body tense, and thoughts that you so diligently tried to push away start running through your head again. You try to distract yourself by talking to someone or looking for Margo's cat to pet it. Its soft fur and quiet purring are a perfect distraction from the thoughts that, like uninvited guests, keep coming back to your mind.

In the hallway, there were many bags and backpacks, creating the feeling that everyone had gathered for a long stay. You saw some girls already whispering to each other, but it didn't bother you much, as you were sitting next to Margo. You put your arm around her shoulder, enjoying her warmth and closeness. Everyone was discussing what to play first, as that was the main goal of tonight. Someone had already opened bottles of drinks, but definitely not you. You didn't want to get drunk; you wanted to enjoy the moment.

And then.

A knock on the door. Everyone fell silent. Two figures entered. In the dim light, not everyone immediately knew who it was.

Billie.

But when Margo leaned into your ear, you understood. Her flustered face gave everything away. "I'm so sorry... I-I thought she didn't go to things like this and that no one would invite her," she whispered and tried to find something in your gaze.

Your heart immediately dropped somewhere you definitely wouldn't find it anymore... although. Your gaze dropped down but immediately rose. Everyone knew you were exes, and you tried to act neutral when you heard her and Sarah walk in.

Maybe they met on the way. Maybe they got closer. You knew almost nothing about her since your paths diverged. She was the same as always. Dark blue, high-quality fabric sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Your memory instantly recalled the selfies you used to get in that outfit when she was at home writing notes she had missed that day. That was all you needed to know to understand that she was the same person she had been before. Her hair had gotten longer. Just a detail, just another fact you were registering, trying not to show how much this all affected you.

Billie sat two people to your right. The distance between you was small, and you could feel her presence, as if her breathing was a part of your own. You tried to ignore her, but your brain, your heart, your body—they all remembered her. Her scent, her voice, the touches she once gave you.

You sat and felt how the whole atmosphere around you changed, filled with a tension that only you could feel. Everyone was talking, laughing, but for you, the world had stopped. You sat and felt time passing, but for you, it stood still, because you knew she was here.

You waved back to Margo, a gesture of "it's okay." In reality, it was far from it, but you didn't want her to worry. You sat and tried to stay calm, but your heart was beating so loudly that it seemed everyone could hear it.

And then, finally, a girl raised her hand and said, "I know it's super cliché, but why don't we play good old 'Truth or Dare'?"

Everyone hummed in agreement. A smirk spread across Billie's face, and you knew she was on board with it. You glanced at Margo, who raised her eyebrows and began to smile playfully at you. "Come on, baby," she whispered, as if knowing you wouldn't be able to refuse.

You rolled your eyes with a slight smile and agreed. The game was quiet and funny enough. The gossipy girls asked the juiciest questions they were curious about. As you reached for a glass of water, your gaze fell on Billie for a second. Your stomach clenched a little when you saw the scene: she was looking right at you, while Sarah was whispering something in her ear. But she immediately pretended to be thinking very hard and looked at the floor.

It was her turn. The number one gossip girl's friend decided to speak up. "Billie... do you still love her, huh? I saw how you looked at her, didn't you?" she asked.

Everyone started laughing, and you raised your eyebrows. You definitely didn't expect anyone to still be interested in this. Besides you. And maybe her? For a few seconds, her face went blank. As if her breath had been taken away. But you knew she was stronger than this question.

She took a deep breath and looked at the girl who asked the question, and then her gaze met yours. Her eyes... you saw a mix of surprise, pain, and indecision in them. But then she did what she did best. A smile, as sweet as honey, spread across her face. A little playful, maybe a little sad?

"I thought we agreed this would be an honest game," she said, and then her gaze returned to you. "So I don't think it matters."

Your heart sank, and your throat tightened. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think. That was all you needed to know that you still felt something for her. Too much. You got up, whispered to Margo that you needed to step out, and headed for the bathroom, feeling dozens of pairs of eyes on you. Locking yourself in the stall, you hugged yourself with slightly trembling hands.

Five minutes later, someone gently knocked on the door. It was a light, barely audible knock that you knew. You didn't have to guess.

You hesitated for a moment, but then opened the door and saw her. Billie was looking at you with a face that expressed nothing, but her eyes spoke for themselves. You stepped back as if afraid to move, letting her in, and she quietly closed the door behind her, locking you in an intimate space that was only yours. You felt the scent of her perfume again. Had she not changed it yet?

She came closer. Her gaze was deep, and you felt her eyes scanning you, searching for answers to a question she couldn't ask out loud.

You were studying her freckles again and she was studying your thick eyelashes. And with every passing second, something was very loudly cracking in the space between you.

She was herself, strong and vulnerable at the same time. She came so close that your noses were almost touching. Her breath was warm on your face.

The tips of her fingers touched your chin. As if to prove that you weren't the only one thinking about this.

"A-are you sure?" she asked, her voice low and quiet, barely audible. She wasn't asking if you loved her; she was asking if you were sure you wanted to feel this again.

And right here, her face softened when you hesitated but in a pure bliss wanted this.

"Fuck," she muttered and...

Her lips, so soft and warm, touched yours. Her hands cupped your face, and you felt her touch turn into a fiery storm. It was a kiss that lasted an eternity.

The air between you disappeared. Only touches and heat.

You felt her strength, but also her tenderness. Her hands stroked your cheeks, and then her fingers got tangled in your hair.

Your butt bumped into the washing machine. Her ringed hands now gripped your waist as the kiss deepened. Your heads tilted slightly in different directions to find a better angle.

When she pulled back a few millimeters, her lips were swollen from the kiss. Both of you were breathing heavily.

Your eyes darted from side to side, and you didn't know what this was or what would happen next. But then she covered your lips with hers again.

More confidently and energetically. As if you were two teenagers kissing for the first time and couldn't stop. After a while, with every movement of her lips, you squeezed her shoulders tighter, and she said,

"Are you thinking about that too?"

You nodded energetically, and she smiled softly. You too.

You both didn't care when she ran to the hallway and grabbed her backpack. You found the bedroom that you and Margo wanted to put people in if there were any more.

So, in theory this room was completely empty.

You didn't waste any time.

Your head touched the pillow as she sat on top of you. Warm palms tickled your body from your face to your hips. At first, she touched you everywhere: your lower abdomen, between your breasts, your inner thighs.

But then finally, her hot lips made a path down your neck while she simultaneously lifted your t-shirt. There was nothing underneath.

Mixed emotions were on her face. From pleasure to shock.

Not very confidently, her two palms slid over your soft breasts. Memory?

You realized how much discharge was between your folds. You started moving your hips, trying to find friction.

She smiled as she kissed the space between your breasts, holding you down with her hands on either side.

"Good, good," you moved your hands from her hair to her t-shirt. With one motion, she quickly took off her top.

A black bra perfectly held her luxurious breasts.

"Can I?" she asked softly as if someone was standing behind the wall and listening to you. You nodded.

Slowly, the waistband of your pants came down along with your underwear. Now your clothes were resting somewhere on the floor. Her hands instinctively found your hips. Stroking them as she bent down between them.

The kisses on your inner thighs made your eyes roll back. When she reached your pussy, she left only a careless kiss on your clit.

Then she stood up and walked to her backpack. You propped yourself up on your elbows and didn't quite understand her next actions.

She pulled out a strap. A good, red one.

"W-why-" you didn't manage to finish as Billie interrupted you.

"I just hoped for better things this evening, okay?"

This confused you even more. But damn, when the tip of the toy touched your folds, you threw your head back. You didn't remember ever being as wet as you were now. You didn't even notice when she took off her pants and put it on herself.

There wasn't even a need for lubricant.

With one smooth thrust, she entered you. Hot and deep.

You whimpered, arching towards her, a wordless "please."

She started to move and leaned down to you on her elbows again.

Your legs wrapped around her waist, and your hands quickly found her neck.

The way she found her rhythm made you hug her tighter. When you covered your mouth with your hand, she gently removed it and silenced you with a kiss.

Her right hand went down between your bodies and found your clit. This bundle of nerves was about to explode. The way you were sweating right now and the level of your excitement were incomparable to anything.

Not when she was doing everything so perfectly and you came so quickly that this date could be marked on a calendar.

Your back formed a bridge, and your head sank into the pillow from the intensity. She didn't slow down the pace. She just continued your existence in heaven a little longer than possible.

And now you were trying to breathe again. After another minute of her rubbing the toy against her clit while leaving kisses wherever her lips could reach.

"You okay?" she asked softly when she lifted her gaze that blurred your vision again.

"More than I should be." Another kiss. But this time, a gentle one.

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[ncsdlr]

Taking it Real Slow

No one in Particular x Reader

A/N: made with thoughts of Billie Eilish

Smut

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You laid her down gently with a grip on her hips and an encouraging smile on your lips. You wanted to experiment tonight, and your ever-supporting girlfriend was on board with your little plan.

Technically, there was no plan at all. You just wanted to get a closer look at your favourite thing.

You pushed her shirt up just under her breasts and kissed the skin there. The look on your face said you wanted to bite her, but you held back and pressed another kiss to her tummy before inching her sweat shorts down her pretty legs.

You eyed the wet spot on her underwear as you tossed her shorts to back somewhere. Both of your hands trailed up from her feet and up to the inside of her thighs real slowly until your girlfriend started squirming and rolling her hips into air.

You toyed with the bands of her underwear. You toyed with the lining that met her pussy. You toyed with the lining that wrapped around her hips. And you toyed with the path up to her breasts.

You pushed her shirt up completely over her breasts and tweaked at her nipples, tugging them and twisting. You leaned down and sank your teeth into the flesh of her underboob, sucking the skin until a mark forms.

You trailed your mouth and your hands down the path of her waist until you reached the hem of her underwear again. You pressed wet kisses to the top of her underwear, circling her clit with your tongue through the fabric.

You pulled your face away from between her legs a bit and traced her clit with the tip of your finger. Tap, tap, tap, right on her clit.

Then you pull the lining hiding her pussy to the side and lick one long stripe of it, tasting the sweetness that had gathered there, before watching her pussy twitch and clench around nothing, pulsating with every breath she takes.

You take your finger and swipe her folds apart, watching her pretty hole clench and unclench as she breathes.

You remained just watching her wet pussy, letting time pass by as you toyed with keeping her folds apart, almost rubbing where she needed you, but not quite there.

You held her folds open and dipped your tongue into her weeping hole, tasting the wetness there. You trailed your tongue up right on her clit. Flicking at it softly. Almost languidly. Completely leisurely.

You moaned at her taste. You moaned because She was so sweet and citrusy. You sucked her clit into your mouth slowly. Like this whole moment is just for your pleasure and not hers.

The sound of delicious wet pussy lapped at by your tongue being music. But your pace was slow. Too slow for her. But since this was for your curiosity—and you both agreed to it—She refrained from asking for more. She refrained from begging because she needed it now.

When you stopped licking at her clit, she wanted to cry out. She wanted to throw a pillow at your head. She wanted to just stop because it felt like this was going nowhere. She needed to cum. And she needs it now.

“You taste so good.” You whispered, not necessarily to her, but perhaps directly to her pussy.

Her hips rolled up and forward like her pussy itself couldn’t handle more of going slow. And even though you didn’t read that, you take one finger and tap it on her clit again. Then you circled her clit. Slow, but tight. She whimpered, feeling everything and nothing at the same time.

“Shit, baby—aah! Shit, shit, shit!”

Sudden bursts of wetness jet from her pussy, squirting like she never has before. So you kept going. Kept circling her clit with your slow fingers tightly. Kept watching where the wetness was spitting from and then deciding to lick that exact spot, catching her cum into your mouth and swallowing it all.

Then you sucked your way back up to her clit, flicking it with your tongue while you kept sucking. Then it seemed like now you wanted to go fast, because you only spent seconds tracing her entrance before inching your finger in.

You felt around. Feeling for a g-spot you wanted to find. Because you already knew where one of them is—just a knuckle past her entrance at the top—, so now you wanted to find one deeper inside her pussy.

You sank your finger in deep, curling just right. You watched for reactions on her face, seeing how she reacts to your fingers hitting different spots inside her pussy.

And just when you thought you’d never find another gspot—

“Oh, fuck—! God, baby, don’t stop.”

So you keep dragging your finger there, curling real firmly and real slowly. And you watched her.

Watched her face. Watched her twitch. Watched her pussy. Watched her clit. Watched her throb.

All while curling your finger inside her real good.

And then you watched her cum. For the second time. All over your hand, reaching your forearm.

And then you licked her up. Passing your tongue over her clit before sucking it into your mouth and moaning around it one final time before pulling away finally.

“What if I stop now?”

“You better fucking not. I will kill you.”

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Wrote this in church😬

[bilsbabyma]

she’s a DREAMMMM

[bilsdoll]

stuck with you.

teen!billie x reader

themes: pure fluff, heartwarming, babysitting , blurb

a/n: no one was uploading billie fics so I took matter into my own hands (guys come back)

You were sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, stacking blocks with your baby sister, when the familiar sound of a car horn blared outside. You didn’t even need to look; Billie always announced herself like that. With a sigh, you wiped your hands on your jeans and padded to the front door, swinging it open.

There she was, leaning against her unnecessarily expensive car, hoodie half over her head, silver chains glinting in the late afternoon sun. A smirk tugged at her mouth the second she saw you.

“cmon we're hanging out tonight"

You shook your head, jerking a thumb toward the house. “i can’t. My mom’s working late and I have to watch my sister.”

Billie frowned like you’d just told her the most disapointing thing in the world. “So? Bring her.”

“She’s a baby, bill. she's not exactly the type you bring to hang out with your friends who smoke behind the court.”

For a second, Billie looked like she might argue. Then she shrugged and shoved her hands into her hoodie pocket. “Fine. If you’re stuck, I’m stuck with you.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I’m staying.” She brushed past you and into the house before you could protest, kicking her shoes off in the doorway. By the time you closed the door, Billie was already crouched on the carpet in front of your sister, who was blinking up at her like she’d never seen anyone so fascinating.

“Hey, little dude,” Billie said softly, her usual sharpness melting away. She picked up one of the blocks and handed it over. “You building something? Bet we can make a tower taller than your sister.”

You stood there in the doorway, arms crossed, trying not to smile.Billie with her fights and her attitude, was now babbling nonsense words to a giggling toddler, carefully stacking colorful blocks.

When the tower inevitably toppled, your sister squealed, and Billie laughed so hard her hood slipped off. She looked up at you, cheeks flushed.

“Guess I’m better at breaking stuff than building,” she teased.

You rolled your eyes, but your heart melted. “Thanks for staying.”

Billie leaned back against the couch, pulling your sister gently into her lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Yeah, well… you’re my girl. If you’re here, I’m here.”

You sat beside her, watching as your sister tugged at Billie’s chain necklace and giggled. Billie didn’t even flinch, just let the baby play, eyes softened in a way you’d never seen before. And in that moment, with her arm brushing against yours and your baby sister nestled happily in her lap, it hit you,this was the safest place you could be.

- written by giulliane

[hellohopie]

…💙🩷💚

[dragoneyelashart]

HELLO

THIS TIKTOK BUT WITH BILLIE AND HER NECKALCE WITH READERS INITIALS

CHAIN REACTION

𖤓 SMUT.

𖤓 synopsis :: oops you got caught flirting with someone, and it made your wife a little pissed

𖤓warnings :: not a huge plot, strap-on use, p in v, spanking, choking, breeding kink, praise kink,degradation kink

au :: bodyguard!billie x reader

a/n :: based off this tiktok ! "it was only mindless flirting" you said to her, batting your eyelashes. she gripped at the steering wheel tighter on the car, rushing to get home.

the door barely shuts before billie’s on you, strong arms, tight grip, pushing you against the nearest surface. her eyes are dark, jaw tight, her chain already slipping from her shirt.

you know that look. you’re in for it.

she doesn't speak much, not at first. just strips you naked in seconds and throws you onto the bed, crawling up your body. 

“spread your legs f’me, sweet girl,” she commands, voice low.

you obey instantly, spreading wide for her as she slides the head of the strap between your folds, slow, just to make you whine and beg.

you arch your back, already whimpering, hands gripping the sheets.

then she leans down pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade then neck, pressing her tip deeper, and the cold swing of her necklace hits your chest.

your initials. right between your breasts. your eyes flick up, hazy, and she smirks.

she slowly moves to push her strap deeper into your pussy. 

deep, hard strokes, buried to the hilt every time, the weight of her body holding your thighs wide open. the necklace swings with every thrust, clinking against your skin.

she then grabs the chain with her tongue and places it between her teeth and bites down on it, in one fluid motion.

you moan something desperate, grabbing her shoulders to pull her even closer to you, but she just grabs your throat and pins you down. “d’you just need me to cum in you baby? s’ that why you’re acting up?” she growls, snapping her hips into you, deep and deliberate. “give us another baby?”

you cry out, realizing she’s using your favorite strap, back arching, the force of her thrusts shaking through your whole body. “yes—fuck— please— bil”

her hand slides up to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch. her eyes lock on yours, cold and commanding.

“gonna look s’pretty, mama,” she mutters, voice wrecked. 

your thighs twitch. your hands fist in the sheets.

you’re shaking, choking on breath, but your voice breaks through, raw and needy:

“fuck—billie, please—want you to cum in me, please”

your voice is wrecked, pleading.

“wanna be your good girl”

her grip tightens. her pace gets brutal.

she growls low, pushing your legs up higher, fucking harder now, your pussy soaked, taking every inch like it was made for her.

“you are my good girl, perfect even”

you come once. but she doesn’t stop.

then her voice drops, dark and mean.

“turn over, doll”

you’re dizzy, ruined, barely moving, but she flips you face down like it’s nothing, hands on your waist, ass up, back arched for her.

“look at this perfect fucking pussy,” she growls, voice low and reverent as her palm lands on your ass, just enough to sting. “dripping. so fucking ruined f’me.”

you whimper, fingers clawing the sheets as she lines up behind you again. the head of the strap presses in slow, too much and not enough. she grabs your hip, steadying herself, and then drives in, deep.

your body jolts forward, breath knocked from your lungs, but she’s already got her other hand in your hair, pulling you back into her, anchoring you to her body.

“you’re not gonna run, hm mama? gonna be a big girl and take it right?” she breathes, voice brushing the shell of your ear.

you moan into the mattress, head slightly nodding, and your mind barely working.

“nah,” she murmurs, and this time her hand slides from your hair to your throat, guiding you upright, body flush to hers. “say it.”

you turn your head just enough to say the words out.

“i promise, billie…m’ gonna take it,”

she leans in, lips brushing your ear, voice low and dark as she fucks you deeper, slower, rougher—

“that’s it baby, gonna have it so every inch of you is marked by me”

© dragoneyelashart

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[weepingf0lwer]

Me reading smut trying to figure out what position they're in

Like my brain isn't braining💔

[bilsbluehairdye]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

pairing: firefighter!billie x reader warnings: smut, dirty talk, strap usage, riding, fluff at the end a/n: this is the filthiest thing i have ever written, so buckle up. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

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As promised, the paint job was finished on Sunday. 

Now, the faint chemical tang of fresh paint mingled with the lingering scent of Billie’s cologne–cedarwood, smoke, something deeper, primal and charged. It had soaked into the walls, clung to the air, and seeped into her skin. When Y/n opened the fridge, she could still see her: Billie towering over her, hands pressed against the counter, paint flecking her collarbone, laughter in her lips, mischief in her eyes.

Her hands shook as she reached for the butter and eggs.

She burned the muffins. She overmixed the batter. It was off–too sweet, too dense. Her mind kept skipping ahead to Billie’s voice in her ear, the strong, capable hands that had guided her hips like they were made for each other.

She stared at the corner of the countertop where she’d been bent over, where Billie had made her gasp, made her ache. Even now, Y/n could feel the raw print of Billie’s presence, branded deep in her memory. Y/n still felt Billie’s touches, her possessive grip on her hips, the dirty words she whispered into her ear. Her mind raced with every time she was reminded of Billie, her piercing blue eyes and luscious lips. Even the bits of dried paint she couldn't fully wash off–all of it kept her up at night.

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The firehouse garage door groaned open with a hiss as Y/n stepped into the space, her heartbeat louder than her footsteps on the concrete.

Billie, crouched beside a bench with a hose coupling in hand, turned at the sound of Y/n’s arrival. Her dark gray shirt clung to her back, damp from sweat and effort, her arms flexing with quiet power as she stood to greet her. She looked like something sculpted, chiselled from smoke and storm. She wiped her hands on a towel and walked over, slow and unhurried, every booted step echoing across the bay floor.

“Hey,” Billie said, a lopsided grin tugging at her mouth. “You trying to make me fat?”

Y/n held up the box, her fingers slightly trembling. “Pumpkin spice muffins. And no, I’m just providing you with fuel and energy.”

Instead of taking it right away, Billie reached out and gently placed her hand on Y/n’s waist, grounding her with the warmth of her touch.

“You’re shaking,” she said, stepping closer. Her breath was heat and pine, and Y/n wanted to drown in it. “What’s got you so flustered, sweetheart?”

Y/n’s lips curled faintly. “You.”

Billie leaned in until her mouth hovered over Y/n’s cheek, her jaw, her lips. “Good,” she whispered. “Because you’ve been haunting every second of my day.”

Billie took the box, brushing her fingers over Y/n’s as she did. The contact sent a ripple of warmth up Y/n’s arm. Billie’s presence did that to her now. It was like gravity had shifted and realigned around this one woman.

“You smell like cinnamon,” Billie murmured.

Y/n tried to laugh, but Billie was too close, her body radiating heat, her voice lowered to that delicious growl that made Y/n’s thoughts go slow.

“I think you’re confusing me with the muffins.”

Billie’s mouth tilted higher. “I don’t care what I’m confusing you with. I just want to taste it.”

And then she kissed her; slow, deliberate, warm.

Y/n’s hands slid up the front of Billie’s thick work shirt, brushing her collarbone. Billie didn’t press; she just kissed her like she had all the time in the world, like this was a reward for patience neither of them had truly mastered.

When they parted, Billie whispered, “You gonna come back tomorrow?”

“Of course,” Y/n breathed.

-

Y/n didn’t even bring food the next day. She didn’t need an excuse anymore.

The minute Billie saw her walking across the engine bay, she didn’t wait. She pulled Y/n behind the ladder truck, out of view, and kissed her like she’d been holding her breath all morning. 

“Jesus,” Billie muttered against her mouth. “I’m trying to work, and all I can think about is your mouth.”

Y/n grinned into the kiss. Billie’s hands settled on Y/n’s hips, strong and steady. Y/n’s pulse kicked. There was something about being surrounded by all this fire gear–about Billie in uniform, so competent and sharp-edged, with that underlying wildness simmering just beneath the surface.

“You do this to me,” Billie whispered. “You walk in and I go insane.”

Y/n could barely speak. Billie’s scent filled her nose–smoke, cedar shampoo, faint coffee. She was intoxicating, and Y/n was unraveling from the inside out.

Billie kissed her again, deeper this time. Tongue, breath, need. And just as fast, she pulled away.

-

The station buzzed with energy when Y/n walked in.

She didn’t even have time to ask for her. A firefighter came out from the bay, smeared in black soot, helmet in hand. She tugged down her gear, and there she was.

Billie.

She looked like she’d walked out of a movie scene; charcoal smudged across her cheeks, heavy gear hanging off her hips, soot streaked along her neck and arms. Her hair stuck to her forehead, and she was sweating, flushed, and devastating.

Y/n’s throat went dry.

Billie saw her and smirked, like she knew exactly what she looked like.

“Just got back,” she said, voice rough. “Apartment fire. Nobody hurt.”

“You–” Y/n cleared her throat. “You look…”

“Dirty?” Billie stepped closer, heat rolling off her.

“Hot,” Y/n whispered.

That earned her a low chuckle. “You like me filthy, huh?”

Y/n’s eyes raked over her. “I like you in any condition, but yeah. This is doing things to me.”

Billie stepped close, gloved hand cupping Y/n’s waist, and dipped her mouth to Y/n’s ear.

“You should see what I look like out of this.”

Y/n shivered.

Their kiss, this time, was messy. Hungry. It tasted like smoke and danger and the kind of attraction that refused to behave. Billie held Y/n like she was the only thing tethering her to the ground. Her gloves scraped slightly against the fabric of Y/n’s shirt, and Y/n felt the heat between them flare to something electric.

When Billie pulled back, her voice was a growl.

“Friday. My place. Come hungry, I wanna cook for you.” 

She slid a folded piece of paper into the back pocket of Y/n’s jeans. Y/n couldn’t help it; she flushed scarlet.

“I’ll be there at 7.”

-

Y/n arrived at the address scribbled neatly on the slip of paper at exactly 7. The door opened slowly, the click of the lock like a heartbeat in Y/n’s chest. Billie stood there, bathed in the faint amber glow of her apartment’s hallway light, barefoot and dressed in low-slung jeans and a white button up long-sleeve shirt that clung to all the right places like it was molded for her. Her hair was slightly tousled, curls damp at the ends, and her skin glowed golden from the remnants of a long shower. Y/n could still smell the cedar in the air–Billie’s scent–lingering the same way it did in her own apartment.

“Right on time,” Billie said softly, her voice low and warm like honey slowly poured from the jar. Her eyes raked Y/n’s figure, slowly, unashamed, taking in her outfit. Y/n wore a short skirt and a white blouse, accessorized with a stack of gold bracelets and a single gold chain that dangled between her pushed up breasts. Her lips were slick with a tinted gloss, her eyes lined with a dark pencil that made the whites of her eyes pop. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” Y/n stepped inside. “I brought wine.” Billie smiled, and took the bottle gently from her hand, leading her into the kitchen. Y/n’s pulse skipped as their fingers brushed. Her breath caught in her throat when she took in the sight of Billie’s apartment. There were candles, two plates set, something bubbling on the stove, and Billie looking every kind of domestic and dangerous at the same time. The muscles in Billie’s arms shifted as she twisted the cork off, her forearms veined and powerful. The curve of her jaw was sharpened in the dim lighting, made only more tempting by the flicker of a candle behind her.

“Smells incredible in here,” Y/n said, half-distracted by the way Billie moved–like a wolf comfortable in her den. Confident. Unbothered. Wild but focused.

“Stir fry. I’ve perfected my recipe.” 

“Didn’t peg you as the type to cook,” Y/n remarked, as Billie loaded the plates with the sizzling food, steam rising from it.

“Well, you've got a lot to learn about me then,” Billie grinned, pulling out Y/n’s chair. Y/n sat down, Billie pushing her in slightly before going to sit down on the opposite side. 

They ate slowly, the kind of dinner that was heavy with unspoken desire, a bubbling anticipation of what was to come. They held a small conversation, light, words forgotten mid-sentence because of gazes held tight. Wine flowed easily, but not enough to drown the rising tension; only enough to sharpen it.

The last forkful of food disappeared, chased with a sip of wine and the kind of silence that buzzed louder than conversation. Billie’s eyes lingered on Y/n across the small kitchen table, flickering with something that made the air feel electric, slow-burning.

“I’ll get the dishes,” Billie said softly, standing with fluid ease.

She picked up her plate first, then stepped around the table–quiet, graceful, predatory.

Y/n sucked in a breath.

Billie came up behind her, heat radiating from her body like she was still wrapped in smoke. She didn’t ask before reaching for Y/n’s plate. Her chest brushed against Y/n’s back, and then her arm slipped around, fingers curling around the ceramic. Her other hand ghosted against Y/n’s wrist as she took the plate from her grip, but she didn’t move away.

Instead, Billie dipped her head low, her mouth grazing the curve of Y/n’s neck.

The kiss was slow. Lingering. Just lips at first. Then a soft, warm breath. Then the slightest scrape of teeth. Like she wanted to see if she could pull a sound from Y/n’s throat without a single word.

Y/n tensed, spine straightening, every muscle drawn taut like a bowstring. Her skin lit up beneath the touch–fire licking over nerves. She could smell Billie’s cologne again, softened now by something clean and intimate. She could feel her lips, her breath, the confidence in her silence.

And just as quickly, Billie withdrew.

She walked to the sink, unhurried, her long white blouse glowing in the kitchen’s soft light. The fabric clung slightly to her back in all the right places, sheer where it kissed her waist. Without a word, she rolled up the sleeves to her elbows–forearms strong, veins raised slightly beneath pale skin–and started rinsing the plates beneath the tap.

The water hissed softly, but the only thing Y/n could hear was the roar of her pulse.

When Billie turned around, she leaned casually back against the sink, her long body framed by clean tile and steam. She dried her hands on a towel slowly, deliberately, gaze locked on Y/n the whole time.

“Am I gonna have to bend you over the table again, or are you gonna let me fuck you properly this time?”

Y/n’s heart stuttered, the muscles in her thighs clenching in a way that would be missed by anyone observing her. 

But Billie noticed. Of course she did. 

Billie’s lips curled into something that hovered between invitation and mischief. 

“C’mere,” she said lowly, putting the towel down on the counter, elbows leaning against it. Y/n stood up, her legs trembling slightly. Her head buzzed, not from the wine, but the nerves that were quick to flutter in her stomach. The soft tapping of her feet against the cold, hardwood floors echoed in the silence. 

Billie met her halfway. 

Their bodies collided in a kiss that felt inevitable, no pretense this time, no soft teasing. Billie kissed like a storm finally breaking; hands sliding into Y/n’s hair, thumbs pressing into her hips to draw her close. 

Billie walked her backwards into the hallway, never pulling away from the kiss as if doing so would break a promise. Y/n's back hit the doorframe to the bedroom, and then Billie’s hands were on either side of her face, tilting her chin up as if worshipping something fragile and holy.

She guided Y/n to her bed, breaking the kiss only to lay her down on the soft mattress. Billie climbed over her, straddling her waist.

Then she kissed her again; harder now, deeper. Her hands roamed, confident and reverent, memorizing every inch like scripture. The buttons of Billie’s shirt came undone beneath impatient fingers. The blouse she wore slipped open, revealing her smooth chest, a deep red bra cradling her perfect breasts.

Billie was quick to slip Y/n’s shirt over her head. Y/n’s head tipped back as Billie’s lips found her collarbone, her chest, the places that made her tremble and gasp.

“Been thinking about this all week,” Billie whispered against her neck, before sucking on the skin gently.

Y/n’s fingers traced Billie’s arms, feeling the corded strength beneath the smooth fabric of her shirt. It crinkled beneath Y/n’s closing fist as she slid it off Billie’s shoulders, muscles flexing as the ravenette reached behind her to rid herself of the blouse. She sat up straight, and only then could Y/n see the perfection of her build. Billie’s body looked like it was sculpted with reference to a Greek statue. Muscular arms flexed as she unclasped her bra, giving sight to gorgeous, perfect tits–round, perky, and heavy as they fell into their natural state. Her nipples were rosy pink, already erect as the cool air hit them. 

Y/n swallowed hard as she reached up to fondle them, thumbs brushing over the peaks with an undertone of curiosity, as if they had a mind of their own. A small gasp left Billie’s mouth as Y/n pinched her nipples, before rolling them between her fingers. Her eyes darted down lower, her mouth nearly watering when she saw Billie’s abs. Tight ridges cut deep beneath porcelain skin, rising and falling like waves frozen in motion. Each line, each groove, looked carved with intention; a kind of beauty born from sweat and willpower. 

Y/n couldn’t help but watch them contract when Billie leaned back, revealing her V-line that disappeared below her waistband like a secret waiting to be uncovered. Y/n touched them, dragging trembling fingers across the hard, perfect lines, her heart thumping in her ears. 

“You like them?” Billie asked, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. 

“You look like a god,” Y/n mumbled, hazed by the sight. “I fucking love them.”

“Good.” Billie got up, her knees on either side of Y/n’s thighs. “They're all yours.”

Y/n let out a flustered giggle.

Billie’s thumbs hooked inside the waistband of her skirt. Her eyebrows furrowed, as if she was contemplating a difficult decision. Her fingers abandoned the waistband before scrunching up the material around her hips, mumbling something about wanting to ‘fuck her with the skirt on.’

Y/n stayed quiet as Billie began to undo her belt, the sound of leather against metal rippling through the space. She got off Y/n’s lap, placing the belt on a mahogany dresser. Her jeans hung loose on her lips now that they weren't being held up, showcasing red lacy panties that peaked out from under the denim. 

She unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them before retreating to her closet. 

Y/n’s body was still, but her mind burned–a simmer beneath the surface, every nerve drawn tight with the anticipation of Billie’s hands, Billie’s mouth, everything that was to come. 

Billie emerged from the closet with a harness strapped to her waist like it was nothing. 

Y/n could feel the heat in her panties grow as her eyes traced Billie’s figure, down to the strap that hung between her legs. Her thighs squeezed together at the sight, her pussy already throbbing with need.

Y/n watched the scene play out in front of her like it was in slow motion; Billie’s movements delicate and precise. There was no rush now; Billie took her precious time adjusting the strap, making sure the harness was tight in place as she walked towards the bed. Her eyes gleamed wickedly, like a dare wrapped in desire. 

She kneeled against the foot of the bed, holding her hand out for Y/n to grab.

“C’mon, sit up for me, baby,” Billie said, her voice commanding but laced with sweetness, tenderness. Her palms cradled Y/n’s jaw with a certain delicacy, one that is shown after a heavy impact. In this case, before. “I'm not gonna go easy, so I need you to tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” 

Y/n nodded, but her silence wasn't a good enough response.

“I need to hear you say it, baby,” Billie pressed a chaste kiss to Y/n’s lips. “The second the word stop comes out of your mouth, we’ll stop. Understand?”

“Yes,” Y/n breathed out, her voice barely audible. 

“Good girl,” Billie purred. Y/n’s insides churned. “Hands and knees, angel.” 

Y/n obliged eagerly, settling with her back facing Billie, precisely in the position she had been commanded to get into. Billie let out a satisfied hum, her hands gripping Y/n’s waist tightly. She pressed her front against Y/n’s ass, leaning over her as she pressed a gentle kiss to her back, down her spine, the actions sending goosebumps along Y/n’s skin. She made her way down, leaving a playful bite to Y/n’s ass, eliciting a surprised yelp from the woman beneath her. She sank her teeth into the plump flesh, hard enough to leave a mark without breaking skin. 

Her hand groped her ass before placing a harsh smack against it, leaving a stinging red mark on the skin. It quickly took the shape of a hand, outlining Billie’s fingers intricately like a burning tattoo. Y/n whimpered at the pain.

“I know you fucking love this,” Billie muttered, her voice thick, cutting into Y/n’s skin like a freshly sharpened knife. Her teeth scraped against the smooth flesh, closing around the waistband of Y/n’s thong, pulling it before letting go, letting it smack against Y/n’s hip. The thin fabric stuck to Y/n’s pussy like second skin, drenched in her arousal. Billie’s thumb glided over the material absentmindedly, her lips curved into a smirk as she felt the dampness against her fingertip. “Look at you, already soaked, and I haven't even touched you properly yet.” 

Y/n let out a whine, throwing her hips back–a desperate attempt for friction. She was met with another stinging slap on her ass, making her eyes squeeze shut. Billie’s hands roamed her body, finally reaching Y/n’s underwear, sliding them down Y/n’s legs with a torturous slowness. When the article was finally off, thrown to a distant corner of the room, Billie urged Y/n’s thighs apart, just enough to see the glistening wetness that seeped from her exposed pussy, like a juicy fruit after being bitten into. A slick string of it threatened to drip onto the sheets, but Billie’s finger was quick to stop it, sliding through Y/n’s parted folds to collect the slick that had gathered there.

It dipped inside of Y/n swiftly, before being brought up to Billie’s mouth, which hungrily licked it clean.

“You taste like heaven,” she said, voice heavy with desire. Her fingers wrapped around the silicone toy hanging from her hips, lining it up with Y/n’s entrance. She slid it up and down her slit, before pushing the tip of the strap inside Y/n’s aching hole. 

A lewd moan ripped from Y/n’s throat at the stretch. Billie slid the toy in slowly, letting Y/n’s adjust to its size as it filled her.

“That’s it, baby,” Billie moaned, seeing the strap disappear inside of Y/n. Inch by inch, Y/n’s pussy welcomed it with a warmth that radiated from her core. “Take it, take all of it.”

Y/n’s walls burned at the stretch, already spasming around the toy as if they couldn't fit it all. 

When the strap bottomed out inside her, and Billie’s hips hit Y/n’s ass, did she stop, letting the woman accommodate. 

“So fucking good,” Billie breathed out, her thumbs caressing Y/n’s sides. “All filled up, like it was fucking made for you.”

She pulled out halfway, before thrusting back inside of her, the action catching Y/n off guard. She steadied herself as she jolted forward with every thrust, a high-pitched moan leaving her mouth every time she felt the tip of the strap kiss her cervix. 

“Fuck,” she whispered, hands gripping the sheets like her life depended on it.

“Feels good, baby?” Billie asked, her own voice betraying her confidence as it cracked slightly, her mind hazy from the sight in front of her. 

Y/n merely whined, her pussy clenching around the silicone. 

“F-Feels so–oh fuck.” Billie’s hips drove in at a measured pace, each thrust making Y/n’s thighs quiver. 

“Can’t even speak, huh?” Billie pulled back, then slammed inside again; taunting, punishing. “Got your little pussy all stuffed and now you go all dumb on me?” 

Again. 

Y/n felt her body convulse with every slam of Billie’s hips. Every thrust was precise, stretching her out with a delicious pain before leaving her empty. Y/n could barely breathe as she let out a sob, her face flushed. 

Billie’s hand traveled down to Y/n’s stomach, her palm pressing down against the bulge. 

A broken cry escaped Y/n’s mouth as she felt the pressure right where the strap was buried deep inside of her. 

“You feel that baby? Right here?” Billie’s voice was hot, her face contorted into an expression of amazement and absolute ruin. She pressed harder. “That’s me. I’m so deep inside, you can feel it.” 

Y/n mouth dropped open as she gasped, a short intake of air, but it felt like the first breath she's taken all night. Billie’s speed quickened, her grip on Y/n’s waist quickening.

“God,” Y/n cried, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. “It’s s-so big. I c-can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby.” The sound of skin slapping bounced against the walls. Y/n’s walls clenched around the silicone, which was covered in a cloudy slick. Her back glistened with a thin layer of sweat as it arched into the toy, taking it completely. “You’re so fucking tight baby, I can barely move. Just stretching you out so good, huh?”

Y/ whimpered, Billie’s name dropping from her lips like a whispered prayer. Her knuckles whitened as her grip on the sheets tightened, desperate for stability as she struggled to stay up. Billie’s hips shifted, her position altering to hit a new spot inside of Y/n’s pussy, deeper, this time, making her eyes roll to the back of her head.

“You’re doing so fucking good Y/n,” Billie groaned, voice silky with something lustful. Y/n’s thighs trembled, signaling her release was close. Billie’s hand met the swell of Y/n’s ass harshly, leaving yet another stinging mark to the skin. Y/n thought she was gonna lose it. 

“Please Billie, I’m so c-close.”

Billie kept her rhythm steady. 

“Let go baby, cum all over my strap.” 

Y/n’s body seized as her orgasm tore through her like a paper being ripped to shreds. Hot tears left her eyes, burning her cheeks as they slid down, her eyesight blurry. She shattered, her knees completely giving out. Billie hands were strong, keeping her up as she fucked her through it. 

“There you go baby, let it all out.”

Y/n let out a choked sound, something between a gasp and a cry, her body shaking as it gave out. 

When she finally stilled, like the calm after the storm, Billie traced her fingers up her spine, before placing a kiss right between her shoulder blades; a warning, telling Y/n that she wasn't quite done with her yet. 

“You’re gonna give me one more, angel.” Her hands slid up and down Y/n’s sides reassuringly, grounding her. Slowly, she pulled the strap out of Y/n, watching as cum dripped out from her throbbing hole. Y/n whined as it rubbed against her insides, but more so at the emptiness. “Fuck, so pretty,” Billie whispered, mostly to herself, as she slid to fingers against her slit, immediately getting them covered in a creamy slick. 

She climbed up the bed, sitting back with her back leaning against the headboard. 

“C’mere.” Y/n obeyed, slowly lifting herself with great effort as if she was using the last of her energy to straddle Billie’s lap. 

“Ride me.” 

Body still shuddering, Y/n lifted her hips, wrapping her fingers around the base of the toy to steady it as she sank down onto it, slowly, like she had to get used to it all over again. A soft whine left her lips as she reached the base. 

“There you go, baby, you're doing so good,” Billie’s lips curved upwards slightly, her hand gripping Y/n’s waist. Y/n’s waist lifted, before dropping down again. Pleasure coursed through her veins like poison. Billie’s cum coated fingers tapped against Y/n’s lips. “Suck.” 

Y/n parted her lips, feeling Billie’s digits enter as the taste of her juices danced across her tongue. She closed her mouth around them, humming softly as she took them deeper.

“Look at you, baby,” Billie breathed out. “Drooling all over my fingers while you ride my cock. You look so pretty like this.” 

Billie’s free hand reached behind Y/n to undo the clasp of her bra, letting the straps slip down her shoulders as she took it off. She pulled her fingers out of Y/n’s mouth, still wet with spit, trailing them down her neck before toying with her nipples. She played with them as Y/n rode her, flicking her thumbs over the buds as the spit dried. Y/n moaned, loving the delirious way her body reacted to Billie’s measured touches. 

“Feels so good,” she let out, her voice high-pitched and whiny as it carried on the still air. The muscles of her thighs burned as she rose off the strap and slammed down on it, her tits bouncing every time the strap disappeared inside of her, hitting her so deep she thought she’d see stars. 

“I know, baby. Feels so good having my cock so deep inside you, doesn't it? Hitting all those spots?” 

Y/n nodded feverishly, drool coating her swollen lips, her eyes growing glossy.

“That’s my filthy girl, taking all of it so perfectly. Look at the way it fills you up, baby.” 

Y/n fell forward at the sound of Billie’s dirty words, gripping the headboard for support. Billie’s mouth was quick to meet with her nipple, sucking on it softly. Her teeth raked over the sensitive peak, nibbling softly before soothing the pain with her tongue, which swirled around Y/n’s nipple with methodical excellence. 

Every meticulous touch felt like fire, and Y/n couldn't help but feel the warmth that pooled low in her belly deepen, almost dangerously. She felt her stomach tense with every deep thrust of the toy, like a wet cord pulled tight, that could only be split with the use of a sharp blade. Billie’s fingers found her clit, rubbing sloppy circles over it. 

That sent Y/n over the edge. 

Her orgasm struck her with a strong violence; a whip that left a fiery ache in the shape of a thin line. 

Her body seized, back arching as a gush burst from her. It splashed against Billie’s thighs, her abs–obscene, wet–drenching the women as the squelching sound of Y/n’s pussy filled their ears. 

Billie hissed, hot rush scorching her body like boiling water. 

Her breath caught in her throat. 

“Fuck,” she sucked in a harsh gasp, her abdomen and thighs soaked. She watched as the toy slipped out of Y/n, not purposefully, but because of the slick that drenched it completely–slippery, beautiful. “You’re so fucking hot, Y/n. Oh my god.” 

Billie couldn't get her eyes off it–the heat radiating from between Y/n’s shuddering legs, her pussy nearly red from oversensitivity. Y/n sighed, shakingly, slightly embarrassed, half high from her orgasm. Her legs gave out completely, and she fell limp, her core falling right onto Billie’s abs.

The feeling of hard muscle against her swollen clit elicited a defeated whine from her mouth. The pressure was too good, almost overwhelming, and Y/n couldn’t help it as her hips stuttered, her clit dragging against the curve of Billie’s toned stomach. 

“Yeah, baby? You wanna ride my abs?” Billie cooed, her veiny hands cradling Y/n’s waist, guiding her up and down. Billie’s lips tugged into a smirk, and she scooted down, laying flat on her back as Y/n grinded against her abs.

Y/n could feel every groove, every dip of skin against her clit, which throbbed as she rolled her hips. She could feel the slick covering them, the way it smeared over Billie’s stomach as she moved. 

“That’s it angel, drench them baby. Be a messy girl.”

Y/n mewled, chasing the pleasure, rolling her hips against Billie’s abs with a feverish desperation. Oversensitive, mind cloudy, she continued, grinding against Billie’s muscles, mustering up the last of her strength and using absolutely every fiber to reach her high. Billie looked up at her, a dazed expression evident on her face, her lips parted, eyes hungry and lustful. 

Y/n’s lay her palms flat on Billie’s stomach, propping herself up as she rutted against Billie’s abs, wet, obscene sounds filling the air every time her clit glided against the smooth muscle. 

“Take what you need, baby,” Billie urged, which only spurred Y/n on. A fire ignited in the pit of her stomach, coursing over her and filling her with adrenaline. “Worship them.”

And Y/n did. 

Her fingertips grazed over Billie’s drenched stomach, tracing her abs like they were hills and valleys; strong and sturdy, unbreakable–just like Billie was. Billie arched her back into Y/n’s dripping cunt, making Y/n moan out, lost in a buffer zone between heaven and earth. Her clit rubbed against the woman under her in the best way possible, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. 

“Gonna cum baby, gonna c-cum,” Y/n gasped, her thighs closing around Billie’s torso. “Please Billie.”

“Go ahead angel, cum all over my abs.” Billie praised, her voice gentle and sweet, a stark contrast to her demeanor before. “Make a mess.”

Y/n third and final orgasm of the night crashed over her like a strong tide during a thunderstorm. Her body stilled, mouth falling open in a silent ‘O’ shape as she came, coating Billie with more of her stickiness. She continued to grind against Billie as she rode out her high, her movements broken as she spasmed slightly, before stilling. Her pussy throbbed with a delightful fulfillness, sensitive, yet not aching for more. 

“Billie,” she whispered, her voice small, quiet. She fell into Billie’s outstretched arms, which wrapped around her tightly.

“Shh, I know, baby, I know.” Billie’s embrace was warm and welcoming, holding her closely with a certain urgency that told her she wouldn't let go–not until it was time to. Y/n trembled in her arms, utterly wrecked and blissful. “You did so fucking good for me, baby. So good. You took everything I gave you so well.”

Y/n merely let out an exhausted whimper, her head resting against Billie’s chest. She could feel the deep hum of Billie’s heart beating sporadically; a steady thump which soon slowed once the women caught their breaths. 

“Let’s go take a bath, sounds good?”

“Mhm,” Y/n forced out, her eyelids heavy.

Billie got up first, taking off the strap and letting it rest on the bedside table. She then scooped Y/n up, carrying her bridal style to the bathroom, before running the faucet. The tub filled with hot water, the steam rising and wrapping around them. 

Billie helped Y/n in, before following her inside, sitting behind her, and wrapping her arms around her. The women dwelled in a comfortable silence, the only sound echoing the bathroom walls being shallow breathing and the occasional sloshing of water between their bodies. Y/n let her head fall back against Billie’s shoulder, her eyes closing as Billie washed her clean, using a soft rag and the cedar body wash to scrub gently at Y/n’s skin. The aroma of the soap was enough to relax Y/n’s body, and her mind as well, which was only focused on the feeling of Billie’s caring hands over her arms, her legs, her back. 

Billie’s lips connected with Y/n’s neck, leaving a soft, lingering kiss on the wet skin. Y/n smiled, a delicate tug of her lips, almost as if she was still trying to come back into her own body. 

She felt Billie’s hot breath tickle her ear.

“You're incredible, you know that?” Billie asked, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Y/n giggled, the sound making butterflies erupt in Billie’s chest. 

“You are,” Y/n’s hand found Billie’s, intertwining their fingers. Billie's thumb brushed against the back of her hand soothingly. “Thank you for tonight.” Her head turned back. Billie’s piercing gaze fell into hers, nothing but adoration behind them. 

Their mouths met in a slow kiss–no tongue, no need, just affection, radiating off them like bright rays of sunlight. 

They got out of the tub, skin slick with water, wrapping themselves in soft towels that felt like a warm hug. Y/n sat on the sink, swinging her legs back and forth as she waited for Billie to change the sheets and return. Soft footsteps pattered against the floor as they made their way back into the bedroom.

Billie helped Y/n into one of her oversized shirts and a comfortable pair of cotton underwear, before slipping into a similar attire. They nestled under clean sheets that smelled like fresh linen and Billie’s shampoo, legs intertwined like vines in a jungle. Y/n nuzzled her face into Billie’s neck, while Billie traced imaginary shapes along Y/n’s back.

“You gonna come back to the station Monday?” She asked. The question lingered in the air with a certain stillness to it, but the women knew the answer to it. 

“You know I will,” Y/n smiled against Billie’s neck, and Billie felt her lips curve upwards. She kissed Y/n’s forehead tenderly before drifting off to sleep.

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𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : text messages that would happen whilst dating billie.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : just fluff!!

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[thebluediner]

5 times Billie and reader almost expose their relationship + 1 time they officially announce their relationship

a/n: got excited about this one so I immediately put on a romcom playlist and started writing so uhm four weeks or so later I'm publishing thus lmaooo. I'm only posting it because I'm about to ghost you guys for the next couple of days

COULDN'T HELP BUT SLIP AND SPILL

the first time billie just couldn't control herself. you both were attending a formal event in california. it was the type of event where there was a lot of noise inside and outside. you both were standing next to each other conversing with some mutual friends and industry people.

billie's mind somehow gravitated away from the conversation to you. the dress you wore was backless showing off your bare skin sure you had an expensive accessory dangling to decorate your back but billie thought her hand was way better. her hand started crawling your back tracing your spine. the moment you felt it you eyes shifted to hers warning her of what she was doing but she just smirked and placed her hand on your lower back instead.

social media had a field day with that video.

second time it really was not your fault or billies. billie was shooting for vogue and you came by just to show your support. the thing with being in a relationship is the pda comes a bit too naturally even without the kissing and overwhelming displays of affection. billie had some time off the shoot to which she chose to stand in the sun and you followed her standing right in-front of her just talking. it's a pity that from the perspective of the crew billie was a blushing tomato and it's another pity that specific moment got featured in her behind the scenes of her vogue shoot.

another video social media had a fun time speculating about.

the third time you were live in your own house in the kitchen. you were wearing something casual with a bare face talking aimlessly to your fans. billie came through the door of your room from slumber looking like the cutest koala bear still drunk from sleep. billie shuffled into the kitchen whisking you away from the camera angle by your waist for a hug and a kiss. you thought the camera did not catch anything or so you thought

the next day you find out that some fan caught a glimpse of the hand that whisked you away. the hand has tattoos that are too blurry for them to figure out so that one wasn't much of a big deal.

fourth time was so stupid really. it was coachella weekend and you went with your friends and billie with her family. in the midst of the days you and billie tried slushies at some hotel not far from the desert. billie chose blue and you chose pink thinking nothing of it you carried on with you day meaning you two totally kissed leaving your tongues purple. you two pictures of the day that soon landed on your instagram and so did billies.

once again the people notice how your tongues are purple because you both chose tongue out pictures to make the dumb. people were suspicious but you weren't seen publicly together the whole weekend so that one perished as well.

fifth time billie was being a drunk mess. she was on her australian leg of the tour way too far away from you. she missed you day and night worse when she was under the influence. so what did she do? billie wrote you an email telling you how much she misses you and how in love she is with you she's surprised she can even breath without you near all to send it to some publication company that she last emailed about her tour dates. believe it or not that email was one of the top trending news the next day.

billie was lucky she never typed out your name and she just used pet names otherwise you'd both be kind of fucked.

this was approximately the second to third year of dating. this was her longest relationship so far so she felt it was time to finally come out and say. it was your birthday so she posted some of the pics she has taken of you and with you on her instagram feed with the caption.

'' happy birthday my love you're the best thing to ever happen to me''

[dmysterios]

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

⭑ SMUT.

⭑ synopsis :: after a night out at the bar with her friends, billie can't wait until you're out of the car to get her hands on you.

⭑ warnings :: g!p billie, p in v, unprotected sex, humiliation kink, praise kink

you've always been shy, so it took a hell of a lot of convincing to get you to come out tonight. you and billie's friends, however nervous you had been when you met them, had had a great time. you had gone to a bar and drank the night away, which was filled with dancing and laughter. now, you and billie were in the very back of the car, two of her friends in the backseat, one driving, one in the passenger. and her cock buried inside you.

billie thrusted her hips up into you every once in a while, hands on your side as she planted small, sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck. music was playing loudly from the car's speakers, but billie could hear your whimpers loud and clear. you looked adorable, a little tipsy and all fucked out when she had barely laid a hand on you.

"feel good, mama?" billie cooed as her fingers rubbed loving circles into your hips, lips pressing kisses to your skin. all you could do was nod, too dumbfounded to really give an answer beyond that. billie moved on of her hands off your hips to push your dress up, revealing more of your pretty ass to her. you knew how much she loved it. she runs a gentle hand over your bottom as you inconspicuously fuck yourself on her cock, her friends blissfully unaware of what was happening a mere few feet away from them.

“god, you look so good like this. so good for me, getting out of your comfort zone like you did. s’only fair i reward you, yeah?” billie rasps into your ear. her hand moved everywhere, first on your hips, then on your ass, and finally to your clit. you covered your lips to drown the sound of your moans as billie skillfully fingered where you were most responsive, your head falling back onto her shoulder.

“mmm, yeah,” you can barely manage, but billie understood you and what you wanted, regardless of coherency. her free hand never leaves your hips as she helped you bounce on her cock, eventually snaking her way up your dress to yank your bra down for her own access, and rolling one of your nipples in her fingers.

your expression says what the words failing your lips can’t, as your eyes roll back into your head, lips splitting open in pleasure. one of billie's friends, odessa, who happens to be driving the car, paused her singing when she caught your face in the rearview mirror, a teasing, but oblivious, smile on her face.

“her, billie, your girl okay? she's looking a little bit…” she doesn’t finish, leaving her words up for inference. billie doesn’t freeze, or pause what she’s doing. no. she fucking smirks.

“she's okay. just needs her girlfriend. doesn't she, baby?” billie asked with no shame.

embarrassment creeps into your veins at the publicity of her comment. your cheeks filled with heat, you mumbled a slurred, “yeah,” loud enough for her friends to hear, before burying your face into the crook of billie's neck, and, for only her to hear, scoldingly whispering, “billie.”

her friends chuckled cluelessly. they must have assumed it was only a joke. 

which couldn’t have been more wrong.

billie presses a kiss to your forehead before her friends go back to singing and smoking and whatever the fuck else they’re doing— you're too fucked out to care. but once they do? billie's thumb is back to rubbing your clit as she forcefully fucks her hips up into you, sensing how exhausted you are.

“god, you are such a good girl, huh? just for me, yeah?” she coos.

you nod. “just for you. just your girl,” you whisper back in response. you crane your head to press your lips to billie's, kissing her sloppily and drunkenly, not like she minded. her hand rolls your nipple like it’s her last day, quick and fast and lewd, as you moan like a whore into her lips.

when you pull back, billie's smirking. you're about to speak again before billie suddenly yanks you almost fully off her cock, before slamming you back down, going much faster than before. it takes every ounce of self control you have not to scream right there, because, god, was she a fucking tease.

“billie, fuck, shitshitshit,” you whine, eyes going blurry as your own desire overwhelms you. billie doesn’t seem to care for how hard she’s making this for you, because she pounds into you like she’s more desperate than you are. and maybe she is.

“so loud, baby. no music and everyone would hear how wet your fucking cunt is. not like i want to share you anyways,” billie says, her hand moving to give some love to your untouched nipple, rolling over it and squeezing down.

“pussy's so fucking tight for me, baby, fuck. can practically feel you clenching around me.” your brain is too foggy, too muddled to verbally respond, but you’re sure the small whimper that escapes your lips suffices, because billie realizes immediately what’s about to happen. “oh. s'my baby close?” billie asks, and you know damn well she doesn’t need an answer from you to know what you’re going to say.

regardless, you nod, your next words leaving your lips in a broken manner. “fuckfuckfuck, baby, i'm so close, s’close, please,” you’re babbling by now, growing more incoherent by the minute.

again, not like billie needed the words.

she pushes herself inside you, making you take her deeper than you ever have before, pressing her middle and ring to your aching clit as she fucks into you.

“yeah, baby? gonna be good and cum for me?" and she has you.

you're unraveling in seconds, burying your face into the crook of her neck for the final time as her name falls off your lips over and over again, the sound muffled, as waves of pleasure crash over your body.

your figure jerks as you feel yourself cumming, spilling all over her cock. you can hear her chuckling as you come down from your high, and when you pull your face out of her neck, she presses a small kiss to your forehead, before pushing her fingers into her mouth. you watch, body aching from your own need, and let a whine escape your lips as you watch billie suck her fingers clean, savoring the taste of you.

she pulls you off her cock once all’s said and done, fixing you and your dress before allowing you to sit on her lap once more, her hands around your waist. butterfly kisses pepper onto your skin as she dotes on you, holding you close to her chest. you smile as you wrap your arms around her neck, her heartbeat in your ears.

“you're my girl, baby. you know that?” billie coos, cupping your face in her hands. “my girl, and my girl only,” she says. like you needed a reminder.

[deardariaa]

PLEASE TELL ME, AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO IS SO STRANGE? LIKE, I CAN CRY WHEN I LOOK AT A VERY BEAUTIFUL PERSON. I can't explain it, but I've been crying for 10 minutes because of how beautiful this WOMAN is

I ACTUALLY DON'T KNOW HOW STOP IT HELP I WANNA CRY ALL DAY NOW

[ruebossanova]

hard or soft? - billie eilish

gf!billie x gf!reader

words: 2.1k

genre: smuttt

warnings: softdom!billie, aggressive, dirty talk, strap usage, just really gay tbh

summary: after a long, frustrating day in the studio, billie comes home tense—until she sees you in the kitchen, barefoot in a silk nightie. what starts as soft touches turns into a hungry, aggressive make-out that leads straight to the bedroom.

just a lil sum till i get out the next few parts of prof o’connell 🙃🙃

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the front door clicks. a low creak as it opens, then slams shut too hard. you hear the heavy drop of a backpack, sneakers kicked off in fast rhythm. silence. then a deep exhale, dragged out like she’s trying to melt the whole day off her chest.

you’re barefoot in the kitchen, humming faintly, spoon swirling something in the pan. soft light spills from the overheads, glowing off your thighs where the silk nightie clings, clinging a little tighter where the warmth has hit. you don’t hear her approach.

“fuck.” her voice, low and gravelly behind you. “you tryna kill me, mama?”

you turn, startled. she’s standing in the doorway, hoodie halfway off one shoulder, hair a little messy, face flushed with something between irritation and heat. her eyes drop straight to your legs, then up—slow, hungry.

“you’re home early,” you offer, playing casual even as your body tenses under her gaze.

“yeah,” she mutters. “couldn’t stand another second in that damn room. needed to see you.”

she moves closer—each step deliberate, silent. you go to turn back to the stove but her arms are already wrapping around your waist, pressing her body flush against your back. her mouth finds the slope of your neck, a lazy open-mouthed kiss, then another. the spoon wobbles in your grip.

“what’s all this?” she asks, nose brushing your jaw.

“dinner,” you say, trying to keep steady.

“smells good. but not as good as you.”

her hands drag slowly over your stomach, up to your ribs, fingertips catching the hem of the nightie. her thumbs slide under, teasing skin. your breath catches. her lips curl against your neck.

“been thinking about this all fuckin’ day,” she murmurs. “you in this little thing. probably walking around here with your pretty tits out. makin’ me crazy.”

you shiver, pressing back into her.

“billie—”

“nah.” her hands tighten. “don’t talk. just—” she pulls you back into her, “—stay right here. let me feel you.”

her hands are everywhere now—palms gliding under the silk, slow and possessive, fingers dipping into every curve like she’s memorizing you by feel. she presses her chest into your back, the weight of her, the warmth, grounding and electric all at once.

“you know what you’re doin’,” she mutters into your neck, voice rough and low, every syllable sending shivers straight down your spine. “walkin’ around lookin’ like this, all soft and pretty. fuck.”

you try to respond but your mouth won’t form the words. her thumbs are brushing your nipples now, slow circles through the thin silk, teasing, coaxing. your hips shift back against her.

“thought about this all day,” she groans, “every time fin said somethin’ stupid i just... pictured you. bent over the couch. wearin’ nothin’ but this little fuckin’ nightie.”

you exhale a shaky, breathless laugh. “billie—”

she cuts you off by spinning you around, fast, lips crashing against yours. the kiss is hungry, unrestrained. her tongue presses in without hesitation, claiming. one hand grips your jaw, the other fists the fabric at your hip.

you melt into it. everything else—dinner, time, air—just drops away.

“baby,” she pants into your mouth between kisses, “i swear to god—tastes so fuckin’ good. missed this. missed you.”

you reach for her hoodie, yanking at the hem, needing skin, needing her. she shrugs out of it with a growl, not even breaking the kiss. her hands dive under your nightie again, this time fully lifting it over your hips, groaning when she finds you bare underneath.

“jesus christ, pretty girl…” her fingers slide between your legs, teasing your slickness. “you been like this all day? just waitin’ for me?”

you nod fast, eyes heavy-lidded.

“say it.”

“been waiting,” you whisper, breath hitching when her fingers press harder. “wanted you so bad.”

she moans like the sound physically hits her. “fuckin’—god—c’mere.”

she lifts you like nothing, setting you down on the counter. your thighs fall open for her without thinking. she kisses you again, slower this time, but deeper. one hand cups your face, the other gripping your ass possessively, pulling you closer to the edge.

“you’re not makin’ dinner anymore,” she says flatly, kissing your jaw, down your throat, into the hollow just above your chest. “that’s over. i’m takin’ you to bed. now.”

you barely nod before she’s already moving. her arms slide under you again, and you cling to her shoulders as she carries you out of the kitchen, her mouth never leaving your skin.

“bed,” she murmurs, voice thick, almost reverent. “gonna ruin you on it.”

her arms are solid beneath you, one under your thighs, the other wrapped tight around your back. your legs cling around her waist, the hem of your nightie riding high, forgotten.

she walks slow—deliberate—through the dim house. her lips drag along your collarbone, pressing soft, open kisses against your skin as she mutters to herself.

“you’re so warm,” she whispers, voice vibrating against you. “so soft. fuck. feel like i’ve been starving.”

her grip tightens when you roll your hips into hers mid-step, desperate for friction. she groans, her knee bumping the hallway wall as she stumbles slightly.

“jesus, baby—settle down,” she growls, but her smile is crooked. “you that needy for me?”

you nod, whining softly into her shoulder. she chuckles, and her mouth finds your ear.

“pretty little thing,” she breathes. “always so desperate for me. i love it. love how fuckin’ soaked you get from just my voice. from my hands. you were thinkin’ about it all day, huh? cookin’ in that tiny thing with no panties, waitin’ for your girl to come home and wreck you?”

“yes—billie, please—”

“mm-mm. not yet.”

she finally reaches the bedroom. nudges the door open with her foot and steps inside.

everything in here is low-lit, golden, still. the bed’s half-made. your blanket tangled, one pillow on the floor. she stares at it for a beat like she’s already imagining you twisted up in it.

then she moves fast—drops you onto the mattress, crawling over you in one fluid motion, mouth on yours again. your body arches into her instinctively.

she pulls back just enough to look down at you, both of you panting.

“you’re my good girl,” she whispers, brushing your hair out of your face. “gonna let me take care of you, yeah?”

“yes,” you breathe. “please.”

she grins, a soft tilt to her lips.

“gonna make you beg.”

she kisses you again, deep and slow now, tongue stroking yours like she’s trying to draw every sound out of you. her hand moves to your throat—not squeezing, just resting there, the weight of it alone making your stomach clench.

“you’re mine,” she whispers against your lips. “all fuckin’ mine, baby.”

you nod, lips parting, but she kisses you again before you can answer. her hand slides down your body, over the nightie, tugging it up slowly, dragging her knuckles along your ribs, your waist, then lower.

she sits back on her knees between your thighs, breathless, her hands pushing the silk up and off your body. she pauses once it’s off completely, just staring down at you like she doesn’t know where to start.

“jesus christ,” she mutters. “look at you.”

her hands return to your thighs, thumbs spreading them apart. her eyes drop to the slick between your legs. she smiles—slow, wicked, proud.

“all this for me?”

you whimper, nodding. she leans forward, her lips brushing your inner thigh, then your hipbone, kissing everywhere but where you need her.

“you know what i love?” she murmurs, breath ghosting over your skin. “when you look like this. when you’re fuckin’ aching and all you can think about is me. you’re so good for me, sweet girl. my perfect baby.”

she presses one long kiss right over your clit, making your hips buck. she holds them down.

“mm-mm. patience.”

her fingers slide in slow—two at once, deep and smooth. you gasp, clutching the sheets.

“good girl,” she whispers, curling them. “that’s it. let me feel you.”

her thumb circles lazily, her other hand coming up to press gently at your chest, grounding you.

“you want more?” she asks softly, eyes locked on yours.

“yes—please, billie, i need—”

“i know, baby. i know. you’ve been so good. so patient. you want my strap, don’t you?”

you nod desperately, hips rolling into her fingers.

“say it.”

“i want your strap,” you gasp. “please, baby—need you inside me.”

she grins, slow and sinful, withdrawing her fingers just to hear you whine.

“fuck, i love you like this,” she says, wiping her fingers on your thigh before leaning in for one more long, bruising kiss.

then she gets off the bed, heading to the drawer. she looks over her shoulder.

“hard or soft?”

but before you can answer—she’s already sliding the harness on.

you barely manage a breath, let alone a word.

“hard or—”

but billie’s already sliding the harness into place, one hand steadying the base against her hip, the other keeping her eyes locked on you.

you blink up at her, dazed, your lips parted to answer—but she just smirks.

“don’t worry,” she purrs, stepping back to the bed. “i already know what you need.”

and then she’s crawling over you again—hands gripping your thighs, spreading you open, pushing them back until your knees are almost to your chest.

“look at this fuckin’ view,” she mutters, biting her lip. “so pretty like this. all laid out for me. my good girl.”

you whimper, hips lifting toward her instinctively—but she pins you down with one hand on your thigh.

“keep still.”

then, without a pause, she lines herself up—and thrusts deep.

your cry punches the air.

“fuck—billie—”

she groans low, forehead dropping to yours, her breath ragged.

“mm. that’s it, baby. take it. take all of it.”

she doesn’t wait—her rhythm is fast, rough, her hips slamming into you again and again, every thrust hitting deep and perfect. your hands scramble up her back, nails digging in.

“you’re so tight,” she grits out, jaw clenched. “fuck—feels like you missed me so bad.”

you nod frantically, voice breaking. “i did—i missed you—”

“i know, sweet girl. i know. and i’m here now. i got you.”

her hand finds your throat again, gently this time—thumb brushing your jaw, her eyes searching yours.

“you love this, don’t you? bein’ under me. takin’ me so deep. bein’ my perfect little fuckin’ toy.”

“yes,” you breathe, “yes, baby, yes—”

she slows suddenly—her hips grinding into you deep instead of thrusting, her voice dropping even lower.

“you close already?” she teases, breath hot against your cheek. “didn’t even give you soft yet. thought you said you could handle it.”

you shake your head, legs trembling.

she kisses your neck, then your collarbone, one hand sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you closer.

“you’re doin’ so good for me,” she whispers. “such a good girl. stay just like that.”

her pace slows to a lazy grind—hips rolling into you with maddening precision, deep and deliberate. you whimper beneath her, fingers clawing at her back.

“shh. let me take care of you. just breathe, princess.”

she kisses you again, tongue sliding over yours, and you’re floating—until you feel her fingers sneak back to your clit, circling slow, and her hips suddenly snap forward again, hard.

“oh my god—” you cry out, your whole body arching.

she smirks.

“what’s that? you were about to cum?”

you nod, eyes wild.

“yeah?” her fingers press harder. “then cum for me.”

and right as you hit the edge—she slams into you harder, faster.

“cum for me, baby,” she growls. “cum on my strap. let me feel you shake.”

your climax rips through you like lightning.

your back arches off the bed, fingers digging into her arms, thighs shaking as your entire body pulses around her. you cry out her name—raw, broken—again and again as the pleasure floods you.

billie’s voice is right in your ear, steady and low.

“that’s it, baby. fuckin’ good girl. give it to me. all of it.”

her hips never stop. she rides you through it, drawing it out until you’re gasping, tears pricking your eyes from how much, how full, how deep she is. your body trembles under her.

“you feel that?” she breathes, slowing down. “that’s what i missed. that’s mine. you’re mine.”

she kisses your neck gently now, trailing up to your jaw, your cheek, your temple.

“such a sweet girl,” she murmurs. “did so good for me. took it like a fuckin’ champ.”

her thrusts soften completely, now just grinding slowly into you, more about closeness than force. she kisses your mouth, slower, lingering, her hand sliding to your hip, thumb stroking gently.

your breath starts to calm. your legs still twitch occasionally, sensitive and spent.

“mm,” she hums against your lips, smiling. “ruined you, huh?”

you nod weakly, voice barely there. “so bad.”

“you loved it.”

“yeah.”

she grins, then finally—finally—pulls out slow, easing herself out of the harness and tossing it aside without looking. she lies beside you, arm pulling you into her chest.

“c’mere, sweetheart. lemme hold you.”

you melt into her, skin damp, heart still racing. her fingers find your hair, stroking softly.

for a while, there’s only breathing.

then, she smirks against your forehead.

“also,” she whispers, “you’re never cooking in that nightie again unless you want me to fuck dinner off the stove every night.”

you laugh, half a breath. “maybe i do.”

she pulls you closer.

“yeah. i know you do.”

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[bilsbabyma]

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