#billy eyelash

[kuone-05]

What.

WHAT.

I love it.

Like, I actually am no big Billy Eyelash fan, but this...

I can live with that one.

[megameatymatt]

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

justice for billie 💔

[dollarbils]

i’ll show you how | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. you’ve been hesitant to engage sexually with your girlfriend, billie, but she assures you you’ll be alright.

warnings. smut, praise, fluff, virgin!reader

masterlist

she’d been touchy all day, her intentions clear. she wasn’t subtle with what she wanted and you’d love to satisfy her needs, you just didn’t know how.

“you look so beautiful, baby.” the compliments had been flooding out of her. and not that they didn’t drive you nuts, it was just a silent reminder of your inexperience.

“thank you, love.” she smiled, before joining you on the couch, closing the book you were currently reading and setting it aside somewhere, so that she could straddle your hips.

“billie-” a small protest fell from your lips before she shut you up with her index finger. her lips met yours as she pecked them, again and again, a small smile growing on yours.

“you’re awfully affectionate today, babe.” she giggled at the comment before moving her lips down your jaw, slowly travelling across your neck. you sighed, content, as your hands caressed the curves that blessed her figure.

“calm down, sweetheart.” she commented on your quickened breaths before tugging on your shirt, waiting for your approval to take it off. she soon unclasped your bra, letting your tits spill out.

“mm, billie.” she smirked against your skin as she bit and nipped the area around your nipple. her hands were resting dangerously close to the waistband of your sweatpants, and when she lowered her face down your stomach, you grew nervous and sat up.

“wait billie..” she raised her eyebrows, and moved closer to you.

“what’s wrong? if you don’t want this right now that’s perfectly fine, baby.” her eyes were wide with concern, a soft smile spread on her lips.

“no it’s not that i don’t want this, it’s just-” you hesitated, slightly embarrassed of your inexperience, knowing she had had plenty.

“babe, if you’re trying to tell me your a virgin, that’s totally okay.” she seemed somewhat amused.

“well yeah.” she pecked your lips when you admitted it.

“that’s so hot, you have no idea.” your collective laughter warmed your heart, a weight lifted off of your chest completely as it eased your nerves.

“are you sure, i mean, i don’t know how to really do anything.” she just smiled, finding it cute that you had the courage to admit your inexperience.

“i’ll show you how.”

“what the fuck!” she had picked you up out of nowhere, bridal style, quite clearly showing off her strength.

“i’m not taking your virginity on the couch.” she replied, pushing her bedroom door open before laying you down gently, on the bed. when she made a move to take of her own shirt she paused.

“you’re sure about this?” she looked for any hesitation on your features.

“yes. i want this. i want you.” she grinned, her hands firm on your hips when she kissed you. she traced your body gently, careful with her movements as if she thought you’d break.

“i’ve been waiting so long for this, baby.” she mumbled against your lips, leaving wet kisses along your jaw. her fingers trailed the skin around your breasts, moving towards your nipples before she paused her actions.

“is this okay?” she asked as if it was the first time she’d touched you.

“bils, you’ve sucked my tits before, this isn’t new to me.” you chuckled and she chewed her lip.

“but it’s different this time.” despite having had the hesitation, she latched her lips on to your nipple, abandoning her tenderness for a moment.

“mm, fuck.” she smiled, continuing what she was doing for a few minutes before kissing her way up your chest, and back to your lips.

“i love you, and if you want me to stop, please tell me.” she was so sweet with her words, her thumbs warming your cheeks as she held your face so softly.

“i love you, and i trust you.” she nodded and rested her forehead against yours, looking into your eyes.

“it’s a trust well placed, baby.” she kissed you again. as if the feeling of your lips were all she could ask for, her mischievous smile making it harder to focus. when she pulled away her lips were plump, slightly reddened and all the more inviting.

“what?” she asked, when she’d noticed you staring.

“nothing, i’m just happy with you.” she dropped her head onto your chest, groaning. her hair tickled your neck, drawing out giggles.

“you have no idea, baby.” her words were slurred as she dragged her lips across your skin. you could feel your nerves growing as she lowered herself closer to your heat.

“relax.” she kissed your lower stomach, looking up at you for approval to remove your jeans. once they were discarded, piled up somewhere along with her top, she admired you, in just your underwear.

“so pretty.” you felt yourself blush, and when she began tracing your thighs, you surrendered yourself completely to her touch. her jewelry contrasted the warmth of her hands perfectly, letting you focus on the feeling.

“billie.” you called softly, her head shooting to find your eyes immediately.

“hm?” she looked like a dear in headlights, awfully scared she’d moved to quickly, making you uncomfortable somehow.

“come closer.” her spooked expression faded as she returned a soft smile, lowering her body onto yours, burying her head in your neck.

“is this okay?” she whispered near your ear, as her fingertips traced the fabric of your underwear, forming a little wet patch.

“mhm.” your head was spinning already, this having been the first time anyone, other than yourself, had touched you like this, seen you this vulnerable before. and when her fingers went past your underwear and into your pussy, your eyes shot open, a silent moan elicited from your throat.

“god, i know they say virgins get wet easily but this has gotta be some kind of record, babe.” her fingers slid through your folds with ease, rubbing against all the right places.

“mm, fuck.” she swallowed the following moans with her lips against yours again as she pressed down on your clit with her thumb, in small and slow circles.

“you’re okay?” she confirmed with you, her face still inches from yours as she circled your entrance, practically waiting until she could pounce.

“more than okay.” she kissed you again, sliding one of her fingers into your tight little hole, your eyes shutting abruptly, your mouth nearly running dry. she eased that feeling with her tongue however, waiting a moment before thrusting her finger in and out, slow and steady.

“you’re so tight, baby. so perfect for me.” her words of praise flew straight to your heat, choked moans and whimpers letting her know she was doing all the right things to get you going.

“need to taste you, that alright?” she moved away from you, and just moments after you nodded a silent ‘mhm’, her breath was on your clit. and when her tongue wrapped around it, already swollen and puffy, she pumped her second finger into your entrance. your hands flew to her head, pulling harshly at her hair, looking for any kind of solace.

“fuck, billie!” you felt your climax approaching quickly, the knot in your stomach no doubt going to burst at any second. and when it did, when you came, everything was forgotten. you’re body arched into her, almost riding her face, and clenching around her fingers as you reached your high.

“oh my god.” your breaths where quick as your chest rose and fell rapidly. she slowly removed her fingers, licking your cum off of them, smirking down at you.

“glad to be of service.” she quipped, lifting herself off the bed, to go and grab a towel to clean you up.

“thank you.” she dismissed the gratitude, mumbling about common decency as she wiped you clean.

“do i get a cake now with the big red strike across virgin?” she laughed, picturing it in her head.

“i’ll throw you a damn party if it means we can do that again.” she smiled, pecking your lips again, the faint taste of your arousal still present.

“it’s a date,” you winked at her and she smiled, “you’ll have to show me how to do that to you.”

this took me AGES i don’t know why, that’s also why you’re not really getting a proper ending or a proofread 🥰

still love you lots though 😘

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[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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[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."

hope you guys enjoy! send any reqs to my inbox 🖤

[allyeilishh]

ᥫ᭡ CUDDLE BUG ── .✦ B.E.

Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader

Genre: pure fluff

a/n: this is my first EVER fic so please do not mind if it is horrible 😓 I apologize in advance

w/c: 0.6k

The room smelt purely like vanilla, a mix of the lotion you had just put on, and the vanilla-scented candle burning on the bedside table. Your body was freshly shaved, legs smooth and rubbing against the comforter just right. Everything was perfect. There was just one thing missing, something that tied everything together.

Billie. She was still in the bathroom, doing her nightly routine. As much as you loved Billie’s smooth skin and her perfect scent—a mixture of vanilla and something fruity—you missed her, cuddled up with you in the bed you shared together. Even if it was for a moment.

You slowly got out of the bed, one of Billie’s hoodies hugging your body just right, not too loose, and not too tight. The shorts you were wearing—which were also Billie’s—fell down to your knees, the fabric barely touching your skin.

Once you reached the bathroom, you saw Billie standing at the sink, using the blow dryer. She looked so focused—making sure every inch of her hair got dried—that she didn’t notice you walking in at first.

You slowly made your way behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist gently, and pressing your cheek into her shoulder.

Billie jumped at the sudden hug from behind, tensing up for just a moment. But as she saw your arms wrapped around her waist, your cute little face resting on her shoulder, she couldn’t help but smile.

"Hi, lovey," She spoke softly, "You couldn’t wait for me in the bed? I was just about to be done.“

You shook your head, speaking in a tired, quiet voice, "Need you… wanna cuddle.“

Billie only chuckled lightly, speaking again. "Okay, baby. Can you hold on for a moment, first? I need to finish drying my hair,“

You wanted to say no, to drag her into the bed with you right at this moment, to hold her tightly and never let go. But you loved feeling Billie’s soft, dry hair in between your fingers while you cuddled, so, you slowly nodded your head, closing your eyes as Billie turned the blow dryer back on.

Billie could’ve sworn she was going to melt at the sight of your perfect face, so tired and needy. She felt like her heart was being squeezed from just your cuteness. She quickly finished up blow drying her hair, turning it back off before placing it down on the sinks counter.

"Okay, Baby,“ she said, her voice soft and soothing to your tired mind, "I can give you all the cuddles you want.“

You immediately perked up, feeling Billie turn in your arms so your chests were pressed together. And gently, Billie picked you up bridal style, making a surprised squeak ring through your throat, but it was definitely not a unwelcome action.

Your arms hooked around her neck, burying your face into the soft skin. You took in her scent over and over, and you just couldn’t get enough. She just smelt so good.

Billie made her way back to the bedroom, and she gently layed you down on the soft mattress, making sure your head was resting against the pillows you liked. She then climbed in with you, before pulling you as close as you two could get.

Your arms went around her waist, holding her tightly, as if she would leave you the second you let go. Her one arm went around your neck, her fingers gently combing through your silky, smooth hair. Her other arm went to her back, her hand rubbing up and down in a soothing motion.

You let out a soft, sweet yawn, as your eyes began to flutter shut. You hid your face into her chest, taking a deep breath as you began to drift off.

Billie couldn’t help but smile, her eyes filled with love as she looked down at you. You looked like a little, sleeping koala, holding onto its bamboo.

"Goodnight, my little cuddle bug.“ ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

[minasw0rld]

Get your tongue out of my mind

summary: you thought you were over Billie until you see her shredding her guitar

warnings: smut!! teasing, eating out…

a/n: lowkey hate it lol

You’re in the crowd at one of Billie’s concerts. You didn’t want to be here. You two broke up a few months ago, and the last thing you wanted was to see her or even think about her.

But here you are, surrounded by people screaming every lyric. All because of your best friend Amy. Well, more because of her little sister. She’s been a fan for years, and Amy refused to go alone with her, especially since Amy had just gone through a breakup herself a few weeks ago.

You begged her to ask someone else, but you didn’t want to be a jerk.

The whole concert, you’ve tried not to look at Billie what’s obviously nearly impossible.

Still, it doesn’t feel as horrible as you thought. Maybe you’ll survive this. Just a few more songs, then you can finally go home.

At least, that’s what you thought…

The opening chords of Happier Than Ever start playing, and you can’t help but stare at Billie as she begins strumming the guitar.

That damn guitar.

It’s even on the big screen now—no escape.

She drops to her knees and arches her back while shredding, and that’s when you know: you’ve lost.

But then she turns her head.

Not to the crowd.

To you.

She looks straight into your eyes.

You stop breathing.

She smirks.

It feels like her gaze lingers for hours before she finally looks away.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Amy’s voice pulls you back to reality. You nod quickly.

“Yeah, totally! I just need to go to the bathroom real quick!”

You push your way through the crowd, heading to the bathroom.

You splash cold water on your face, trying to calm down.

How could you ever think you were over her?

But no—you won’t give in. Not just because she looked so sexy playing that guitar.

Not because her hair was falling into her face, her mouth slightly open, and her eyes burning into your soul.

Five minutes later, you find yourself in her dressing room.

You don’t even know why you’re here or what your plan is. Somehow, you got past security. Some of the guards still know you.

And now, you’re waiting for Billie to finish the show.

As Birds of a Feather begins to wind down, your heart beats faster.

You take a deep breath.

Then she walks off stage and heads toward the dressing room.

You're the first thing she sees.

She smirks—like she expected you.

You shift your weight awkwardly from one foot to the other, unsure what to say.

“What are you doing here?”

Her voice slices through the silence, and it sends shivers down your spine.

“I didn’t want to come… My friend forced me!”

“Oh sure, she forced you into my dressing room,” she says, grinning.

Your cheeks flush. She’s not wrong.

Before you can say anything else, her hands are on your waist.

She leans in and whispers in your ear:

“Did you like my show?”

“Oh, I loved it.”

“Yeah?”

You forget how to breathe. Her breath brushes your skin, and your hands automatically wrap around her neck.

“Show me how much you loved it.”

You can’t take it anymore. Your lips crash onto hers in a passionate kiss.

After all this time apart, it feels both so right and so wrong.

She sighs into your mouth and pulls you closer.

When you finally pull away to breathe, she pushes you gently toward the leather couch behind you.

Your knees hit the edge, and you fall onto it.

She’s on top of you in seconds, kissing your neck, sucking gently.

Your eyes shut, and your fingers fumble with the hem of her shirt.

She pulls away just long enough for you to lift it over her head and toss it across the room.

Your breath catches as her fingers move to your pants.

In moments, they’re lying on the floor next to her shirt.

“Damn, baby,” she gasps, her eyes on your soaked panties.

“You really did like the show.”

You groan softly, unashamed. You need her.

Her lips return to your neck, and her fingers trail softly along your thigh and stomach.

Your breathing is heavy—she's teasing you so sweetly.

“Billie… please…”

Your voice is barely a whisper, and she shivers.

“Please what, baby?”

“Stop teasing… I really need you—”

Your words dissolve into a moan as her fingers finally slip beneath the fabric.

“Oh, already this wet for me?”

Her voice is somehow both wicked and tender—it makes you moan again.

She kisses her way down your body, over your chest and stomach, until her lips hover just above your heat.

You feel like you’re losing your mind.

Finally, her tongue meets your pussy.

She devours you like she’s been starving for months, her eyes locked on yours the entire time.

Her tongue begins writing her name across your clit, and your back arches at the sensation.

The knot in your stomach tightens.

“Billie… I think I’m gonna—”

She cuts you off with a soft moan against you.

“Cum on my tongue, sweet girl.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

Your moans fill the small room.

She lets you ride it out, then kisses her way back up to your lips.

“This might be the best concert of my life,” you whisper.

You both giggle softly.

No matter how hard you try…You’ll always come back to her.

[eeuni]

BITTERSUITE ! eva

part two. contains: smut (almost), angst, allusions to vomiting & there will be a part three. enjoy.

eva was standing in front of you, looking at you with an amused smile, as if you two hadn't been separated for two whole years. something inside you twisted, feeling an immense urge to vomit.

your lips curved as your hands searched for something to hold on to. after so much time, eva had found you, and you didn't even know her entire plan to achieve it.

"what?" was the only thing that managed to come out of your lips, as eva got closer you became more and more short of breath.

she looked more beautiful than you remembered her, her eyes shone much more than before and the slight scar on her cheek delicately decorated her face.

"i found you."

said the sweet voice of eva.

(...)

now, after a long hug with her, you two were sitting on a couch. the decor was so her, it seemed like it hadn't changed much, there were lots of plants and flowers all over the place, a cup of tea from god knows what on the desk, and a nice notebook that looked like it was full of writings.

she looked at you with that smile she only made when she looked at you, her eyes fixed on your curious, confused, almost frozen figure. you looked like a lost puppy, playing with the double of your clothes, constantly moving your foot thanks to the anxiety that reigned in your soul.

"so tell me...how did you find me?" your voice was foreign, which bothered eva. your voice was full of distrust. why? you'd known eva for a long time.

but she didn't know everything you'd been through when she left your life, the doubts you still had. you even wondered if you hadn't actually made it to the session, that maybe a car had hit you and now you are living a strange illusion, about to enter heaven perhaps. honestly, it was too much to process in just a couple of minutes.

"don't worry about that," she replied. "i looked for you as best i could and i found you." her hand ended up on your thigh, moving up and down, stroking gently. "that's all that matters."

your fist closed, squeezing hard until your knuckles turned white. your breath caught in your throat, feeling the need to move, but her touch was so intoxicating.

"and i missed you so much..." eva continued speaking, her tone of voice getting lower and lower, her eyes fixed on your lips as she slowly moved closer.

you looked at the clock hanging on the wall, there were exactly 45 minutes left until the session ended. and you wouldn't know what you would do. you dared to look at eva, focused on the small amount of exposed skin on your chest, noticing your moles that looked like a vampire bite.

"did you miss me?" her words slid over your skin like a runway from hell. her breath was hot on your neck, as she stood close enough to understand what she was getting at.

you nodded, so quickly that you thought your body was possessed and in part it was, because of eva's presence. she smiled, her hand traveling to caress higher up your thighs, passing over your belly and up to your breasts to reach your neck. she squeezed tightly.

you let out a stifled moan and eva's eyes darkened further. she had missed hearing you like that so much, feeling your skin.

"use your words, please." she seemed almost to beg you, eager to hear you say it, to tell her how much you had missed her.

but in your head, it was all a confusing mess. the room where you used to cry for her was now filled with her pleas and your wild breathing. It seemed wrong and for the best at the same time. her other hand traveled under your skirt, caressing the soft skin, not yet reaching your underwear.

"i missed you...so, so much..." you were able to say, but the fingers of your right hand tangled in your skirt, pulling it down, yet you didn't remove her hand from it that continued caressing you.

you could feel the need to feel her skin against you, but also the urge to get up and tell her to stop. her fingers reached your pussy that was crying out to be touched.

"mmh—" your moan escaped, and eva wanted more and more and more. she made her fingers circles, enjoying how wet they were now. "just like that, e—eva!" you were finally able to enjoy her touch.

until she spoke.

"listen up, hm. i've watched you keep on doing better. it's something...i don't know, pay close attention to it, right now."

and you remembered everything.

"get on your knees..." eva indicated, asking you to do it, her eyes almost closed and letting out a moan. "please, c'mon."

you stood up. your knees touched the cold floor in front of her, wanting to keep her happy with your every move. you could feel the deja vu all over your body, leaving a strange taste in your mouth. you were doing everything in your power to ignore it, thinking that only then would it go away.

"you look so beautiful like this..." she said almost in a whisper, looking down at you, her hand running through your hair.

her other hand pulling down her clothes, leaving her only in underwear. you noticed that on her thigh there was a slightly strange mark, it looked like a doodle she used to make two years ago. but that one was new.

ignoring that, the excitement of seeing her like that rising through your veins again. your nose right near her pussy covered by a thin fabric, you noticed she was wet, so fucking wet.

you were ready to pull down her underwear and eat her.

until she spoke.

"listen up, hm, i've never paid this much attention to you, ever"

you let out a heart-rending moan, abruptly moving eva's hand, feeling dirty. you got off the couch, standing up and leaning against the windows to catch your breath. your eyes filled with tears.

you couldn't fall in love with her, it wasn't safe to do so, not now.

eva got scared, stopping instantly, approaching you. "what happened? did i hurt you?" you quickly denied, a little guilty, eva seemed to be being so sweet.

"don't touch me," you begged. "please."

the memories of those dreams remained deeply buried in your mind, pricking your heart every two seconds. you didn't want her to touch you now; you needed to relax and return to reality.

but even reality seemed to be a dream.

eva sat close to you, still respecting your personal space. her eyebrows were raised, showing her concern. "what happened, mmh?"

you decided to tell her your entire dream, and that you had it every night. she listened to you attentively, understanding a little how difficult everything had been since she left, and that until now she hadn't given you an explanation. you needed a clear answer, one that would help you understand why she had done what she did and whether it was safe to be around her again.

"i don't know if i can do this right now." was the last thing you said, watching as she nodded.

"we can keep doing this, meet here and talk. like we used to. remember those little sessions?"

you remembered what happened two years ago in that house far from everyone, with the other girls. you knew that eva wouldn't work in this space, but would use it to see you and hang out.

so you thought about it for a few seconds. it wouldn't be bad to see her and talk, right? you would receive a response and you would also be able to see her.

"okay..." you whispered.

"okay?" she wanted to be sure.

you nodded, and she held your hand again. she looked into your eyes and then at your lips. and this time, she didn't ask for permission, she brought your lips together with hers and gave you a small, intimate, soft kiss.

"tomorrow, here at the same time, okay?"

her whisper on your lips mingled with your whispers of confirmation.

"okay, eva."

[x-aefx]

Hey, I have a request if that's okay!

We comfort billie after the grammys :(

I seriously just want to give her the biggest hug ever. She deserves so much more.

NEEDING YOU - BILLIE EILISH X FEM!READER

A/N: sorry this took so long I was away skiing and had little time to even open this app. Hope you like it🤍

Fluff

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You stared up at the stage, watching the presenters introduce the next award and nominees, anticipation nagged at you knowing how important this award was.

Billie watched too, doing her best to conceal her anxiousness. Her hand remained in your lap, seeking your touch as a source of comfort. You gave that comfort to her as best you could in this nerve wrecking moment, giving her hand light squeezes, caressing her knuckles with your fingers, and occasionally placing small kisses on the back of her hand.

The nominees were introduced, you smiled proudly when you seen Billie's picture on the stage.

When the moment finally came and the winner for album of the year was about to be announced, you gave Billie a gentle kiss on her cheek, knowing how nervous she must be. She smiled at your gesture, the anticipation clear on her face.

You both stared up at the stage, the crowd around you cheering and urging the winner to be revealed. Some held their breath and others looked confident.

"As selected by the thirteen thousand voting members of the recording academy, the Grammy goes to-"

Their was a pause as the crowd waited. You took a deep breath in, bringing the back of Billie's hand up to you mouth, and placing a gentle kiss on it.

"Cowboy Carter!"

Your heart dropped as the winner was announced and the room began cheering. All around you people began cheering, standing up and showing love. You began clapping too, knowing if you didn't show respect you would face backlash online.

You turned to face Billie. Her eyes were glossy with tears, there was no mistaking it. She had a small smile on her face as she tried to hide her disappointment as she clapped and watched Beyoncé walk onto the stage. You took her hand again and leaned in close to whisper in her ear.

"You'll always be a winner in my eyes. I'm so proud of you."

Billie turned to look at you with a grateful smile. It should have relieved you to see her smile, but you knew her too well, you could tell she was hurting you could see it in her eyes.

The smile you had fallen in love with wasn't quite as big, and her eyes that you thought were the most beautiful thing, weren't as bright.

Billie didn't say anything. Her eyes were trained on Beyoncé as she gave her acceptance speech, her music fading as she spoke. You didn't push Billie to speak further, knowing this wasn't the time or place, especially with cameras all around the room, ready to catch any glimpse of vulnerability or opposition to the winner.

When the award ceremony was over Billie had slowly come back to herself but still you could tell something was wrong, you waited for the perfect time to talk to her fully, until you found it you made sure to keep checking up on her throughout the Grammys after party.

You had found yourself talking with a few people, getting completely swept in a conversation, mostly about the people you had seen or what they were wearing.

"It's a vintage dress, only worn twice before." You listened as the woman in front of you talked, nodding along and sipping on your wine.

Suddenly you felt two arms wrapping themselves around your waist, then you inhaled the familiar vanilla scent and felt her body press up behind yours.

Billie remained quiet as she rested her chin against your shoulder. Her eyes slowly shut for a second as she swayed your body along with yours, she had a small frown on her face as she tightened her grip around you.

The lady I front of you stopped talking once she seen Billie, she took one glance and looked up at you knowingly. "I'll leave you two to it." She smiled.

You nodded at her, giving her a small 'goodbye'

"Home?" Billie mumbled once the woman had left. She seemed too tired or either too sad to say a full sentence.

You kissed her forehead as you interlocked your hand with her's. "Yeah, let's go home." You agreed, leading Billie to the suv that would take both of you home.

The car ride home was quiet and quick. Billie leaned her body against your side, her head resting on your shoulder as she looked out the window on your side, the streetlights shining against her face as the car passed them. You played with her hair, which calmed her down and relaxed her.

When you arrived home Billie stayed quiet, unlocking the front door and leading you upstairs to her bedroom which you shared. A small sigh left her as she sat down on the edge of her bed, her shoulders dropped as she stared up at the ceiling.

She suddenly looked far more defeated and sad then she had earlier. You supposed that was because finally she was in the comfort of her own home, free from camera's and watching eyes, finally not having to wear a mask over her true feelings.

Your heart sank as you took in her sad expression, hating to see it. You smiled sympathetically at her as you walked over to her. When you stood only a foot away from her, Billie rested her forehead against your stomach as she remained seated on the bed whilst you were standing. Your hands caressed the side of her neck and her cheek, offering her comfort in the small ways you could.

"I worked so hard on that album." Billie whispered against the fabric of your dress, her voice slightly breaking.

"I put my everything into it, the lyrics, the meaning, the cover, the production, the videos-" With each word Billie slowly began getting more frustrated, her voice raising.

Noticing this you put both your hands on her shoulders, pulling her body away from yours and making her look up at you.

"The award doesn't define the worth of the album." You reminded her.

Billie sighed rubbing her hands over her face. "I know, I know." She muttered, but you didn't believe it.

You sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, Billie turned to face you as you spoke.

"Remember how excited you were the day you got to make the album cover? How proud you felt when you seen the finished work?" You asked her. Billie just nodded her head.

You continued, "or when you couldn't stop laughing when your mom was in complete silence when you played 'lunch' for her the first three times? How everyone cried when they heard 'skinny', everyone's shocked faces when they heard the beat drop in 'l'amour de ma vie'? The excitement when people found out 'blue' was being released?"

Billie sniffled as she listened to, chuckling softly at the fond memories you talked about.

"Most importantly, how happy you felt when you finally were able to put your feelings into songs, exactly as you wanted them? The love your friends and family showed the album, the praise online and in real life. You can't forget all the people who related and felt seen by the songs, who danced and cried to them, just like you did. That's what matters."

Billie smiled up at you, her eyes teary as she leaned her forehead against yours.

"Billie you made the most special, creative and authentic album that you worked so hard on. No award could ever change its brilliance or reduce the effort you put into it." You spoke firmly to her, wanting to make sure she was hearing what you were saying and that she believed it.

Billie looked up at you with big, thankful and loving eyes. She sniffled and messily wiped away the tears staining her cheeks with her hands.

"You love the album right?" You asked her, "and your proud of it?"

Without hesitation, Billie nodded her head as a yes. You smiled at that.

"Well, that's all that matters." You muttered as you pressed a kiss to her lips. As you were pulling away Billie's hand found the nape of your neck. She pulled your face back to hers and connected your lips once more, this time for a longer and a more passionate kiss.

Her other hand gripped the side of your thigh firmly, not letting you move away from her.

You cupped her cheeks, your fingers dancing in patterns over her soft skin.

When you both pulled away for air, your foreheads rested against each other, faces dipped downwards as both your breathing was heavy. Billies hands found your waist and gave you a slight squeeze.

"Thank you for cheering me up." Billie whispered.

You smiled at her words, kissing the tip of her nose. "Anytime." You giggled.

At the sound of your laugh, Billie looked up at you with her familiar big and bright smile and something akin to mischief in her blue eyes.

"You tired?" She asked you with a smirk.

You shook your head no.

"Good." Billie said. She pushed you down onto the bed, her body ontop of you as you both laughed and giggled. The sadness that had previously filled the room quickly disappearing.

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[br4tzz]

CLEAN YOUR ACT UP — B.E

billie had been teasing you all throughout tour, you were needy and she knew it. you guys made a bet to see how long you two could go without touching each other or touching yourselves, the deal was whoever lost the other can do whatever they want, not knowing you were gonna fail miserably. 

there you were fingers deep in your pussy, playing with one of your tits. "shitttt"  you moaned in a hushed voice. billie was in the bathroom getting ready and you were sure to have enough time to get off without getting caught. your eyes rolled back as you were on the verge of cumming " oh my god ! " you needed a release oh so bad, was it worth losing? maybe. you were so close that you didn't even notice that bil came out.

"baby did you see where i put my-" "oh," billie said slightly smirking "i fucking knew itttt" practically saying it victory. you jumped up immediately closing your legs ." nuh- huh keep 'em open" she said pushing them open.

"holy fuck you're literally dripping" "were you that horny?" she was teasing.

"shut upp" you giggled.

"lemme help".

"bil you have a show in a bit-" "so?".

"fine." you huffed.

she spread open your pussy lips, catching a bit of arousal. she licked it clean.

she went up and down your slit teasing you a bit. sticking her thumb inside your wet cunt every time, she pressed her thumb on your cilt doing figure 8s.

"you're so pretty.." she breathed. "shitt. to be honest you probably not gonna be able to think after im done with you"

"open"  she said as a string of saliva fell on your tongue.

"good girl"

"holy shit !" you moaned as billie slammed two fingers into your entrance. you were getting overwhelmed and she see that.

"mama you gotta relax". no matter how many times you've done this, you've always gotten to this point. she's just too good.

she started to go faster and rougher. you gripped her arm to gain some type of composer.

'bil- oh fuckk!"

you tried to form a sentence but you could only think about is your girlfriend going deeper in your pussy.

you really couldn't think.

your thighs began to close on billie's arm, she gripped your thigh and pushed them up.

she added a third finger stretching you out. "it f-feels soo good" you cried out. "i know baby" you could just taste the cockiness in her mouth.

"i love you so fucking much" you moaned in a porno type of way.

"jesuss" the sight that billie was seeing made her wanna cum right then and there. oh, how pretty u looked with your makeup all fucked up and tears running down your face.

"baby im gonna cu-" you were cut off by her going at an inhuman speed.

"hmm? you're gonna cum?" you nodded basically giving in to her. "yeah? you're gonna cum all over my fingers?" "billie, billie, baby!" you continuously chant her name. your eyes rolled back as your breathing got heavier.

the knot in your stomach was soon coming undone, legs shaking, toes curling.

with a blink of an eye, it has soon gone.

"wha-" you said opening your eyes very confused.

"mmm you should really fix yourself up," billie said licking your juices off her fingers.

"we gotta leave soon" billie smirked kissing your forehead.

oh, that sneaky bitch.

[wigglesdtuff]

Don't you know I'm no good for you?

[s0ftch3rub]

- baking

Billie eillish one shot billie x fem oc fluff

Auriette had never been much of a baker. Cooking? Sure. She could make a decent meal when she needed to. But baking required patience, precision—two things she didn’t have in excess. Yet here she was, standing in Billie’s kitchen, her sleeves rolled up, hands dusted with flour, and a ridiculous amount of pink frosting smudged on her cheek.

Billie, on the other hand, was thriving. She moved around the kitchen with an ease that made Auri pause every so often, just to admire her. The way she hummed softly, how her eyes lit up when she got excited, how she danced a little when she mixed ingredients. It was stupidly endearing.

“You’re staring,” Billie teased, her voice warm as she glanced over her shoulder.

Auri smirked, dipping her finger into the frosting bowl and swiping it onto Billie’s nose before she could react. “No I'm not.”

Billie gasped dramatically, touching the tip of her nose with wide eyes. “Oh, you’re done for.”

Auri barely had time to react before Billie was launching herself forward, grabbing a handful of flour and tossing it in Auri’s direction. A cloud of white exploded between them, and Auri yelped, stumbling backward with a laugh.

“oh my god” Auri reached for more frosting, but Billie was faster, smearing a streak of it across her cheek before dodging out of reach.

Laughter filled the kitchen as they continued their impromptu battle, sugar and flour decorating the countertops—and them—more than the actual cupcakes they had been trying to make.

Eventually, out of breath and grinning, Billie grabbed Auri’s wrist, pulling her close. Their faces were inches apart, and the playfulness in Billie’s eyes softened into something quieter, something warmer.

“you look a mess” Billie murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from Auri’s face.

Auri swallowed, her heart hammering in her chest. “so do you dumbass.”

But neither of them moved away. Instead, Billie’s fingers lingered on Auri’s cheek, tracing the frosting-smudged skin. Auri leaned in without thinking, her breath hitching when their noses brushed.

Billie smiled, her thumb grazing Auri’s bottom lip. “You have frosting here, too.”

Auri barely had time to process that before Billie was closing the distance, pressing the softest, sweetest kiss against her lips. It tasted like vanilla and sugar and something entirely Billie.

When they pulled away, Auri blinked at her, dazed. Billie grinned. “Best cupcakes ever”

Auri huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “We haven’t even baked them yet.”

Billie shrugged, stealing another quick kiss. “Still the best.”

And for once, Auri couldn’t argue with that.

[b1lli3sgirl]

"I still love you"

Warnings: heartbreak, break ups, alcohol, driving under the influence/ reckless driving, angst, that's it I think.

A/N: first time writing angst so bare with me guys. Anyways I write this listening to drivers license but the live version from SNL so probably listen to that while reading it's linked to the title. Guys that all enjoy pls. 🙏🙏

Word count: One hundred or two hundred I'm not sure

NOT PROOFREAD YET!!!

"I just don't wanna end up hurting you, angel." Despite her soft tone, her words rang loudly in your ears with the weight of the meaning. It's all over.

"you're hurting me now," you replied, your voice breaking and crumbling with each word.

That was one of the last interactions you had with Billie before your life crumbled. The tour was coming up and her career was skyrocketing. Apparently, she didn't want to hurt you with how much she'd be away. How does that make sense? Heaving you to avoid hurting you.

The moment constantly replayed in your head like a broken record. The way her voice was daft like always. The way she still asked you "angel" despite breaking your heart. It's like the songs she wrote for you didn't matter anymore.

"Today, I drove through the suburbs cause how could I ever love someone else?"

What hurts more is accepting.

Accepting that she's left you.

Accepting you have to move on.

Accepting that you're no longer hers.

She isn't coming home to you anymore.

When you fall asleep at night her comforting warmth is gone.

Now all you're left with is the cold empty sport next to you as you sleep.

"I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one"

You love her and she is gone, leaving you to deal with your pain alone while she's with friends, moving on. Happy. How is she so happy? She ripped your heart out, stomped it into the curb, and left you to put it back. It feels like all your vital organs were ripped out, leaving you empty and alone. She was your vital organ.

You couldn't handle the pain alone. But you have to. She's gone. You won't be able to hear her laugh, see her smile, feel her warm arms wrap around you after a horrible day at work. It was bad. You knew it. But you had to.

You turned to alcohol. The only thing that could stop the moment from replaying in your head.

"Billie, how is this going to help us? You're just giving up?" You ask, your voice breaking more and more with each word as your tears sting your face as they fall.

"I don't want to hurt you, love" her voice is still soft. Why is it so soft? Is she not realizing the gravity of this? Maybe she does and she doesn't care. Suddenly it feels like you can't breathe, like the air entering your lung isn't enough to keep you alive, like your lungs won't hold enough air.

"and I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone"

The shot glass hits the counter with a loud clank. You've been drinking your sorrows away, knowing she won't ever return to you.

You lean back on the barstool placed in front of your island in your apartment. The apartment Billie helped set up. The room falls quiet. This silence a few months ago would've been fine. It would've been filled with Billie's presence.

You enter the apartment that Billie practically lives in now. Your eyes are heavy as you drop your bag onto the floor. You barely get your shoes off when you feel her arms wrapping around you. You smile softly as her fingers comb through your hair; she preppers your face in soft kisses before her lips land on yours. You kiss her back of course. She smiles against your lips as she whispers against your ear, her lips brushing it with every word.

"I'll go run a bath and start dinner, baby"

She asked no questions and didn't even let you respond. She was already walking towards the bathroom.

"i guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me"

You're done with the silence. The sounds of rain are usually comforting but now it just hurts. It hurts to know a few months ago, you'd be happily sitting on the couch with her, cuddling while listening to the rain.

You grab your keys, opening the fire before bolting to your car. It's pouring rain when you step out, soaking your hair in an instant. It doesn't matter though. You need a distraction.

You turn in your car and immediately pull out of the parking lot. At first your just driving down random empty roads while your playlist plays on shuffle. As this night I couldn't get any worse suddenly the song she wrote for you comes on.

You skipped the song almost immediately. She wrote the song. She promised to never hurt you. But she did. Her stomped in your heart and watched you cry. She told you it's for the better but is the better this pain? The pain is just for you though because you've seen her Instagram. She's clearly happy without you.

"you said forever now I drive alone past your street"

You speed up when you pass the road that holds the restaurant of you and Billie's first date. The way she looked at you, the way she held your hand the whole time, the way she kissed your cheek, but you could see the desire in her eyes to kiss more than just your cheek. But it's over now. The date passed. And so did the relationship

"all my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you but I kinda feel sorry for them cause they'll never know you the way that I do"

You see her at every other event. It hurts. You talk to your friends and they tell you the same thing every fucking time.

"you deserve better, y/n"

"let go, y/n. Please she's an asshole"

She wasn't an asshole, she isn't one now, she never was. Yes, she hurt you. You know what though. Every event you attend you walk past her. You walk past the stranger you love. The stranger you know everything about, down to her favorite places to be touched and kissed. You know how she likes her coffee made, her favorite food, her favorite color, her hair routine. Her bank pin for crying out loud. You know her. She knows you. Yet you two are still strangers. But rather than still being strangers it's more, "strangers again".

"today I drove through the suburbs and pictured I was driving home to you"

It's time for the dreadful part of this drive. Her road. The road you know as if you live there. Yet you don't. Not anymore. Not on her road or in her heart. You not even an after thought to her anymore. Not even a thought at all.

You slam your foot on the gas, knowing you'll have to pass the road sooner or later. You can see the road despite the heavy rain. You gotta as suddenly you feel powerless. Your only power is the car. Your car.

You speed up again. Driving down the road almost 50 miles above the 30-mile limit. Billie would hate to see you like this. She is gone now though. So you'll speed. You'll drive drunk. And you'll serve and cut up cars because that's what you want. Billie isn't here anymore. You're no longer hers. She can't write about you anymore.

"And I know we were perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one, and I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone. I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me. You said forever now I drive alone past your street."

You speed up as you approach her street. Music is blasting in your car making it impossible to hear anything. The only feeling is the engine buzzing and the car sliding slightly on the wet roads. You just need to 1 pass her street and get it over with or 2 lose control and see if the theory "drunk drivers never die" is true.

"red lights, stop signs. I still see your face in the white cars, front yards. Can't drive past the places we used to go"

You're driving at the max speed; the car starts sliding a bit from the slippery roads and speed.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see a black Dodge Challenger; for a second, you hope and wish it's Billie. You quickly brush that thought away, knowing she's left you; she doesn't want you anymore. She won't care if you crash and die tonight because you're old news. She has her people now. People are much better than you.

"I still love you, babe. Sidewalks we crossed. I still hear your voice in the traffic we're laughing, over all the noise"

The engine rises loudly as the music plays loudly. Everything is loud enough to wake the people sleeping peacefully in their houses. You press harder in the gas as if that'll make the car go any faster. The engine is loud, it sounds like Billie's voice, like her laugh, like her soft breathing when you used to fall asleep next to her.

You and Billie are sitting in her car. She's sitting in the driver's seat, knees to her chest, as you smile softly, watching her ramble about something that happened at the studio today. Honestly, you couldn't care less. Not in a rude way. I'm afraid that her words don't matter, but seeing her talk to me makes you giggle. She's heard your soft laugh and smiles

"Something wrong, baby?" She asks, her voice obviously teasing.

"you're just so pretty," you say, your voice full of admiration as you tilt your head while staring at her with a big goofy smile

"God, you're so down bad, Y/N," she says before laughing loudly. Her laugh is contagious; it makes you all smile in seconds. You laugh as well. The car fills with laughter. Any random pedestrian might pass and think you two are high as fuck

"god, I'm so blue. I KNOW WHERE THROUGH BUT I STILL I STILL LOVE YOU, BABE"

You see a silhouette of someone in your headlights. You quickly slam on your brakes, causing the car to slide to a stop. Even after slamming into he breaks the car and slides to the left a bit. You curse yourself under your breath for almost hitting someone. You stare at the wheel, not noticing the girl walking towards your car.

The girl you still love.

You feel a presence, not one of a stranger but rather one of a stranger that you know. Your eyes widen in shock as your heart shatters. You almost hit the girl you love. You stare at Billie, taking in her state similar to yours. Glassy Red, puffy eyes from crying, messy hair, and eye bags from the lack of sleep. She's clearly been outside of the house a decent amount of time. The rain she already soaked into her clothes.

You take a deep breath as you let the car run pale before hesitantly opening the car door and stepping out. Immediately the heavy rain soaks your hair and clothes. Billie takes in your state. You look worse than her. Red, glassy, puffy, heavy-eyed, halfway closed. Your hair is slightly messy and she can immediately smell the alcohol in your. She knows you're drunk.

"I heard your music," she says, her words breaking the silence. She knows that's the least she could do after hurting you this bad.

"Sorry for waking you and being loud," you say, unsure of what else to say. Your words are slow and slurred, making your intoxication obvious despite it being evident in your eyes.

She notices how you'd slur your words immediately. She looks at you for a moment, her heart clenching at your state. Her eyes then flick to the car and they widen with shock and sadness. Her mind replays the way she "woke" up.

Billie was just lying in her bed, unable to sleep. The hunt for leaving you the way she didn't have been eating at her for weeks. She doesn't know why she did it. She was just scared. She's gone on tour before, but this one seems. Different. She didn't want to keep you moving too much and she sure as hell didn't want to accidentally neglect you by being so busy. So she took the "easy way out"

It's hurt her ever since. She regretted it the moment she did it. Now she's unable to sleep. She's been crying for the past few weeks, only getting a few hours of sleep, which is nothing but a peaceful rest. Every time she falls asleep she wishes she would wake up. She dreams of you, you, you and her, together, happy.

She's lying there crying quietly when she hears loud music and an engine roaring. She sits up quickly. She sits on the edge of her bed and then pulls out her phone. She looks at the time. She thinks for a few moments before throwing herself out of bed, quickly putting her shoes in before running out the door. She gets soaked by the rain but she doesn't care. She's finally gonna see you again.

"I still oh I still love you babe"

"sweet girl... Are you drunk?" She asks, her words breaking the silence. Her soft voice and sweet names your heart clench in your chest.

A/N: Okay guys that's all I low-key left it on a cliffhanger so maybe I'll make part 2.

[dollarbils]

don’t wanna be your fan | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. when your favourite fan suggests featuring in one of your videos, you reevaluate her position in your life.

warnings. smut, strap, oral, mommy kink, degrading?, ofstar!reader (very inaccurate only fans portrayal). also not proofread!

part 1 masterlist

when she’d first brought up the idea you were hesitant to say the least. she was kind, sweet and hot, but you hadn’t ruled out serial killer just yet. having her feature in a video would be great for your page since lesbian sex is climbing up the ranks, and seems to be the majority of your following. but you were hesitant, more that hesitant.

“Billie, it’s a good idea but i just don’t know if it would work out.” she huffed, on the other side of the phone, her frustration apparent.

“why not? are you scared?” she taunted you, but truthfully you were.

“it’s not that, what if my other fans think they have a shot and start harassing me?” a bullshit excuse and you knew it, but you felt like you owed it to yourself to be wary of the suggestion.

“they won’t know i’m a fan.” she paused for a second, and you could hear her breaths through the phone speaker. “besides, i’m your favorite fan right? i think i deserve it don’t you?” those words made you smile, imagining her smug little smile on the other side of the phone.

“okay.” she went silent, as if hoping you’d repeat yourself.

“wait, okay?” she asked.

“don’t make me second guess my decision. be at the hotel by 9pm or im locking my door. i’ll send the details.” she agreed quickly and you hung up, holding your head in your hands while you ran through the previous conversation to look for any red flags.

-

“i mean honestly, ask a girl to dinner before filming a sex tape with her.” she rolled her eyes, smiling softly as you positioned the camera.

“is it recording?” she asked, biting her lip when you approached her.

“mhm.” she was cautious with putting her hands on your hips, this having been the first time she’d intentionally touched you, the other, being when she’s brushed past you when you’d opened the door.

“give them a show, baby.” she tugged on your shirt, clarifying what she meant but letting you take it off. you were stood in front of her, your back to the camera while she remained sitting, letting her hands drift to your clothed ass as you slowly peeled off your shirt. once it had been discarded to the side, your jeans followed shortly after, leaving you in your underwear.

“all for me?” she teased, commenting on the matching set as you turned towards the camera. she pulled you down onto her lap and pulled your hair back so that she could attach her lips to your neck. and when she did, she didn’t make an attempt to be gentle.

“mm.” you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of her bruising your skin, sucking and licking as you whimpered. subconsciously you began to grind your heat against her thigh, the thin fabric of your thong doing nothing to mask the harsh material of her jeans.

“so needy.” she whispered, loud enough for the microphone to pick it up though, and a whine followed.

“fuck.” she exhaled, before lifting you up, and placing you on the bed. she took her shirt off and hovered over you for a second, giving you the perfect view of her tits, moments from spilling out of her tight bra.

“like what you see?” you nodded, reaching behind her back to undo it before she halted your actions.

“not yet, give me a real answer.” her tone asserted a kind of dominance you weren’t used to. annoyingly easy to comply with.

“yes.” she wasn’t completely satisfied but gave way regardless. when she lowered herself onto you, you could feel the bulge in her jeans, shutting your eyes momentarily as she pressed herself against you.

“tell me what you want, babygirl.” she smirked, pulling your chin to face her while she waited for a response.

“i want it raw.” you weren’t hesitant to voice what you wanted and it turned her on.

“ask nicely, baby.” she teased and your rolled your eyes.

“fuck. me. please.” she smiled, but contemplated it for a second, her hands running up and down your naked body, doing everything to distract you from the conversation.

“do you deserve it?” she asked, the same teasing tone lacing her words.

“yes.” she chuckled at the confidence in your voice.

“and what makes you think that? you’re a little slut after all, aren’t you?” that made you go silent, the truth to her words making it difficult to counter.

“well? are you?” her hand was squeezing your chin again, forcing an answer out of you.

“yes.” it was said with resistance but still satisfied her. she slapped the side of your ass, eliciting a small jump.

“on your knees.” she ordered, letting your imagination complete the request. and when you were on your knees, in front of her, she gave no further instructions.

“go on, show me how much of a slut you are. and maybe i’ll give you what you want.” she shrugged, taking a sort of nonchalant stance as she waited for you to unbutton her jeans. when you pulled them down to reveal her strap, your eyes widened slightly at the sheer size.

“come on, you can take it.” she’s noticed the uncertainty in your expression. but when you took the tip in your mouth, and then finally the rest, she bunched up your hair and pushed you closer to her, the tip hitting the back of your throat. you gagged multiple times, your eyes going glossy and your pussy even wetter as you clenched on nothing, moaning around her strap.

“fuck, what a whore, huh?” you nodded quickly, doing almost anything to please her while she pulled on your hair, harshly, revealing the entire strap until she pushed it past your lips again, your saliva coating the base as you whined and cried. your muffled noises turning her on and she rested her head back, closing her eyes.

“that’s right, take it like a good girl.” her voice was sultry, and so seductive you could swear you were leaking from your heat. and when she was done with you sucking her strap, you thought your mouth would bruise. when she pulled it out of your mouth your saliva made it glisten in the dim lighting. the tears on your cheeks and drool on your chin was a sight for sore eyes and the camera had long been forgotten.

“was that slutty enough for you?” she narrowed her eyes when you stood up.

“watch your mouth, princess.” she threatened, moving to grasp your hips and push you onto the bed.

“i think i gotta show off that pretty ass of yours no?” she smirked, getting on top of you once she’d urged you to turn around. you used your elbows to prop yourself up as she unclasped your bra, letting your tits spill as her hands came to feel them up. your legs were spread wide and her knee came up to your heat, pressing lightly against your panties.

“billie, please.” the desperation in your words were pathetic, playing further into her ego.

“patience, sweet girl.” she let her hands wander down your body before resting, just below your waist, her fingers biting into your hips. you fought the urge to turn your head back, to see what she was doing, but all thoughts were silenced when you felt her silicone tip prodding at your entrance.

“you’re soaking, bet i could just slide into that tight little hole of yours.” the harsher she pressed the tip against your pussy, the filthier her words got, as if the teasing hadn’t been enough already. she knew what she was doing.

“please just do something!” you whined, and she contemplated making you beg for it.

“do what? i’m going to need you to specify, babe.” you could imagine her smirk, and you almost dropped your head in frustration.

“please fuck me.” she sighed in content of your response.

“well, since you said please.” and she was pushing her entire length into you, before she’d finished the sentence, disrupted by a moan.

“fuck.” your elbows gave out and you were gripping the sheets already, feeling her push herself further into you.

“so ready for me, i swear i can feel you clenching, pretty.” she didn’t really give you time to adjust before she started thrusting, agonisingly slow at first.

“billie.” your whines only fuelled her, but she responded with a light slap to you ass.

“try again.” she tutted, halting her movements for a moment.

“mommy? please?” she groaned in satisfaction before continuing her motions.

“that’s right, baby.” it didn’t take long for her actions to turn harsh and messy, your moans and whimpers making her feral.

“ y’like getting fucked like this? like a fuckin’ slut?” she grasped your hips pulling them towards her with every thrust, as you arched your back, pushing your ass against her lower abdomen.

“mhm.” your moans we’re muffled by the pillow you’d hurried your face into. but that response obviously didn’t satisfy her. she fisted you hair again, pulling your head away from the pillow so that you could answer her.

“i need an answer, babe.” she pulled out of you completely, leaving you clenching uncontrollably.

“yes.” your mouth was running dry, your breaths still staggered.

“yes what?” she was unbelievably persistent. she wouldn’t be able to get away with it if she wasn’t that fucking hot.

“yes mommy.” she let you fall with a small bounce when you landed, and she was back to abusing your pussy.

“all your other fans can’t compare can they?” you felt the pressure in your lower stomach building, as she filled you up with her strap.

“no.” you shook your head, unaware of your words and actions, only focusing on the feeling of her inside of you.

“tell me i’m more than a fan.” the camera was so long forgotten you spewed out words of agreement.

“you’re so much more.” your hands were roaming the sheets for some kind of solace as you felt your high approaching.

“are you gonna cum on my dick then? make a mess?” when you nodded, she moved her hand to your clit, pinching it with two of her fingers, before continuing to toy with it.

“fuck.” you could barely feel your legs as her thrusts became quicker but sloppy. and when her hands came to spread your legs wider, she hit deeper spots than you could’ve imagined, and you were releasing all other her strap.

“holy fuck.” she gasped, your heat, empty and aching when she pulled out.

“fuck that was insane.” your turned around, facing her, and she almost collapsed on your body.

“yeah?” the metal on her teeth glistened through her smirk.

“mhm” you confirmed, and she came down to kiss you, no hesitation in the matter whatsoever.

“i think i’ve earned the ‘more than a fan’ title, right?” you laughed, a smile forming on her lips when she heard it.

“yeah, you definitely did.” she pecked your lips again before she spoke.

“perfect, i don’t wanna be your fan anymore.”

request (kinda)

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[bigheadbrooke-9]

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Tell me ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

Billie Eilish x Afab!reader

Summary: Billie had been busy with tours, fan meets, and time with her friends, leaving you waiting at home every day. When she finally returned, you ignored her, hurt by her absence. Billie noticed immediately and wasn’t about to let it go, determined to understand why you were pulling away.

Warnings: use of y/n, cussing, lowk mean reader. Fluff, agnst

Word count: 2.4k

The sound of the front door slamming echoed through the house, and I rolled my eyes, slipping off my apron. I rubbed my hands together, letting out a quiet sigh as I reached for a knife to cut the fresh brownies I’d just pulled out of the oven. The rich, chocolatey scent filled the kitchen, but it didn’t bring me the usual comfort it normally would. My hands moved methodically, cutting the brownies into neat squares as I tried to ignore the faint shuffle of footsteps coming from the living room.

“Ma? Where are you?” Billie’s voice called out, louder now. I could hear her pacing, her shoes clicking faintly against the floor. I knew she was looking for me, but I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned up the volume on the speaker I had playing on the counter, the soft melody of my favorite tune filling the space as I continued my task.

I grabbed a container from the cabinet, carefully opening the lid and setting it beside the tray. Her footsteps grew louder, approaching the kitchen with deliberate intent. I could feel her presence as she stopped right at the doorway. Still, I didn’t turn around.

“Y/N, didn’t you hear me? Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked, her voice carrying a mix of confusion and concern. I could feel her moving closer, her warm energy radiating behind me. She wrapped her arms around me in a familiar hug, but I instinctively shifted to the side, avoiding her touch.

Reaching for a paper towel, I lined the bottom of the container and began transferring the brownies into it. Her arms fell to her sides, and I could feel her staring at me, her expression confused and questioning.

“I made a little extra. Do you mind giving these to Finn? Thanks,” I said flatly, turning back toward the stove to clean up. My tone was curt, void of its usual warmth, and I didn’t spare her a glance. I could sense her confusion growing, but I refused to acknowledge it.

She stood there, rooted in place, her baffled expression practically burning into my back. I finished tidying up and grabbed my plate of brownies, brushing past her as I made my way toward our bedroom without another word.

“Y/N? Hello?” she called after me, her voice tinged with disbelief. “You didn’t even acknowledge me when I walked in!”

I kept walking, ignoring her completely, humming softly to myself as I opened the door to our room. I placed the warm brownies on the nightstand, pulling back the covers of the bed and slipping underneath them. The soft hum of my favorite tune filled the room as I picked up one of the brownies and took a small bite, savoring the warmth and sweetness.

“Mama? What’s wrong? Did I do something?” Billie’s voice broke through the air again, softer this time, almost pleading. She stood at the foot of the bed, watching me with a mixture of worry and frustration.

I took another bite of my brownie, a faint smile tugging at my lips as I chewed slowly. Her confusion only deepened as she stared at me, searching for answers in my silence. Still, I didn’t respond. I simply ate my brownie, humming softly, leaving her questions hanging in the air between us.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the television. Billie’s voice broke through the stillness, soft yet filled with a tinge of desperation.

“Why are you ignoring me? I missed you, baby,” she said, climbing onto the bed and settling herself on top of me. Her weight was familiar, her presence magnetic, but I couldn’t bring myself to react. My hand reached out toward the remote on the dresser, an attempt to distract myself, but she was quicker. Her hand wrapped around mine, halting me mid-motion.

I sighed, pulling my arm free from her grasp and shifting my body slightly to signal that I wanted her off of me. The rejection was subtle but intentional, and I could see the confusion flicker across her face.

“What’s going on with you?” she asked, her tone tinged with worry. “You’re dodging all my affection. Did I do something wrong? If I did, just tell me—please.” Her hands reached for my face, her fingers gentle yet firm as she tried to tilt my head toward hers. But I refused to meet her gaze, turning my focus to the television instead.

She huffed in frustration, rolling her eyes before snatching the remote from my grasp. Without hesitation, she turned off the TV and tossed the remote across the room. The sudden action startled me, but I still didn’t react.

“Talk to me, mama,” she said, her voice low but insistent. “Ignoring me isn’t going to tell me what I did wrong.” She adjusted her backwards hat, her fingers fidgeting with the brim as she waited for me to respond. I shifted again, this time attempting to sit up and leave the bed, but her hands moved quickly to my waist, holding me in place.

“I’m not mad, Billie,” I muttered, my voice flat. “Can you just let me go? I’m trying to use the bathroom.”

Her grip on me loosened slightly, but she didn’t let go entirely. Her eyes searched mine, sadness evident in their depths. I hated seeing her like that, but I was too frustrated to let it sway me.

“You know we communicate,” she said softly. “We don’t ignore each other. So talk to me—what happened? Hm?” Her voice was gentle yet probing, her lips pressing into a thin line as she waited for an answer.

I rolled my eyes, exhaling heavily. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” I replied, my tone edged with impatience. “I already told you—I’m not mad, and I’m not ignoring you.”

She let out a groan, throwing her head back in exasperation before laughing lightly. When she looked back at me, there was a knowing look in her eyes.

“First of all, you never ignore me,” she began, ticking off her points on her fingers. “Second, you never dodge my affection. And third? You don’t even watch that TV show—you’ve told me a hundred times you don’t like the characters. So, what’s up, mama? You only act like this when you’re mad.”

Her words hit their mark, and I knew I couldn’t avoid the conversation any longer. Billie could always read me like an open book, no matter how hard I tried to hide my feelings.

I sighed heavily, grabbing my phone from the nightstand and pulling up our text messages. I turned the screen toward her, the evidence of my frustration clear in the unanswered texts spanning weeks.

“The last time you texted me was three weeks ago, Billie,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “You didn’t check in—not once—even though I texted you multiple times. I barely see you anymore. You’re either on tour, in the studio, or at some award show. And when you finally get a chance to be home, you hang out with your friends instead of me.” My voice cracked as I continued. “We didn’t even spend time together for our anniversary. That says something, doesn’t it?”

I let my head fall into my hands, rubbing my temples as I tried to steady my emotions. “And then you just come back like everything’s normal. Isn’t communication supposed to be key?” I lifted my head to look at her, my eyes burning with unshed tears.

She bit the inside of her cheek, her shoulders slouching as a heavy sigh escaped her lips. For a moment, she was silent, and I could see the gears turning in her mind.

“I lied about where I was,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I did go on tour—I did two shows—but after that… I wasn’t in the studio, and I wasn’t with friends.”

Her words made my heart drop, the pit in my stomach growing heavier with each passing second. Was she about to confess to something worse? My mind raced, filling with the worst possibilities. She must have noticed the fear on my face because she quickly reached out to grab my hands.

“No, Y/N. Don’t think like that,” she said firmly. “I would never. I wasn’t cheating. I swear.” Her voice softened as she continued, her eyes pleading with mine. “I had something planned, and I didn’t want to tell you until it was ready.”

I narrowed my eyes slightly, unsure whether to believe her. My heart begged me to trust her, but my mind remained cautious. “What were you planning, then?” I asked, my voice laced with skepticism.

“After my shows, I started looking for venues,” she explained.

My brows furrowed in confusion. “Venues? What for?” I asked, my tone softening slightly as curiosity began to replace my frustration. “Wait—was Finn getting married? Oh my god, is he finally tying the knot?”

Billie laughed at my sudden excitement, rolling her eyes at my assumption. “No, babe. This isn’t about Finn.”

“Then what?” I pressed, still unsure of what she was trying to say.

She hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. “I was looking for venues because I was going to propose to you. I wanted to do it at my last show, but it got canceled.”

Her confession hit me like a tidal wave, the weight of her words sinking in slowly. My face fell as I stared at her, completely speechless.

“You… you were going to propose?” I finally managed to whisper, my voice trembling.

“Yes,” she said, her eyes locking onto mine. “I wanted it to be perfect for you, Y/N. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

My emotions swirled in a chaotic mix of shock, guilt, and overwhelming love. I had spent weeks feeling neglected and hurt, but now I realized she had been working on something for us—something that would change our lives forever.

The room was quiet, the weight of Billie’s confession still hanging in the air. Her arms wrapped around me tightly as if she were afraid I might disappear. I could feel her heart racing against mine, the steady beat grounding me as I tried to process everything she’d just said.

“You were really going to propose?” I finally whispered, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. There was so much emotion there—love, guilt, hope—all swirling together like a storm.

She nodded, a small, sheepish smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, I was. I’d been planning it for months. I wanted it to be perfect, Y/N. I wanted to give you the world.”

I let out a shaky laugh, my fingers brushing against her jaw. “Billie, you’re the world to me. I didn’t need something perfect… I just needed you.”

Her brows furrowed slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I know I messed up,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I should’ve told you. I should’ve been there for you instead of letting you feel like I didn’t care. But I swear, Y/N, I was only trying to make you happy.”

“You don’t have to try so hard to make me happy,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “You being here—being present, communicating with me—that’s what makes me happy. I just… I felt like I was losing you, Billie. Like you were slipping away.”

Her hands found mine, her fingers lacing through mine as she squeezed gently. “You’ll never lose me,” she said, her voice resolute. “I’m yours, Y/N. Completely. And I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t my priority. You are. You always have been.”

I felt the sting of tears in my eyes again, but this time, they weren’t from sadness. They were from relief, from the overwhelming love I felt for her in that moment. “I missed you so much,” I admitted, my voice breaking. “I missed us.”

“I missed you too, baby,” she said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “And I promise—I’m going to do better. No more disappearing acts, no more secrets. I’m here. Okay?”

I nodded, my arms wrapping around her as I pulled her closer. For a moment, we just stayed like that, holding each other in the quiet comfort of our shared space. It felt like a weight had been lifted, like the walls I’d built around myself were finally crumbling.

After a few minutes, Billie pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You know,” she said, her lips quirking into a small smile, “I still have the ring.”

My eyes widened slightly. “You do?”

She nodded, her grin growing wider. “Yeah. I mean, the proposal didn’t go as planned, but…” She trailed off, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a small velvet box. My breath hitched as she opened it, revealing a stunning ring that caught the light just right. It was simple yet elegant, exactly what I would’ve chosen for myself.

“Billie…” I whispered, my hand flying to my mouth as tears spilled over.

She slid off the bed and knelt on one knee, her expression turning serious as she looked up at me. “I know this isn’t how I wanted it to happen, and I know I have a lot to make up for,” she began. “But there’s one thing I’m absolutely certain of, Y/N—you’re it for me. You’ve always been it. And I don’t want to spend another second without you knowing how much you mean to me.”

She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she held the ring. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

I couldn’t speak. My heart felt like it might burst out of my chest as I nodded furiously, my tears falling freely. “Yes,” I finally choked out. “Of course, yes.”

A wide grin spread across her face as she slipped the ring onto my finger, and then she was pulling me into her arms again, spinning me around as laughter bubbled out of both of us. It wasn’t the proposal she’d planned, but it was perfect in its own way. It was us.

And in that moment, I knew—no matter what challenges we faced, we’d face them together. Because Billie was mine, and I was hers. Always.

Still got MAJORS writers block so bare with me yn’s k? Thank youuuu

[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.

──୨ৎ──

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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