stellrals

[stellrals]

Like it's the first time

warnings: none! this is just intimate fluff

description: billie takes you on a soft, slow-burning date night full of memories, tender kisses, and the kind of love that feels brand new.

word count: 1.9k

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billie’s been talking about this date for weeks. months, even.

you just haven’t had the time to do it properly, both of you too caught up in work, obligations, life pulling you in different directions.

she won’t tell you what it is — just keeps teasing, “it’s gonna be fucking awesome, baby,” every time you try to guess.

but today’s been different. slow, sweet. you’ve spent most of it tangled up on the couch, curled into each other under an old throw blanket, watching trashy reality tv and letting the world spin without you for a while.

you missed this.

the both of you in slouchy hoodies — hers swallowing you whole, yours hanging loosely off her shoulders. the room’s freezing from the a/c even though it’s 90 degrees outside, but she’s warm, always warm. her hair brushes softly against your neck, and she holds you like you’re something ancient and delicate.

you’re waiting for the sun to set before heading out. billie’s driving.

“you ready, m’love?” she asks as you buckle your seatbelt. her voice is low, teasing, but there’s something soft in it, too.

“can’t wait to see what you’ve been so vigorously planning,” you say, grinning as you glance at her.

the car rolls out of the driveway, windows down, bass humming from the speakers. the hot summer air rushes in, wrapping around you like a second skin.

you’ve always found it sexy when she drives. the way she moves — quick, confident, in control. but still careful, always aware of you beside her. she never scares you. just makes your heart race in the good way.

on the highway now, she’s shifting the wheel with one knee, spreading out like she owns the whole car. one hand on the wheel, the other claiming your thigh like it’s second nature. she’s relaxed, her eyes focused but soft, a smug little grin playing at her lips like she knows she’s about to blow your mind.

time slips by.

the sky darkens to deep navy, stars slowly blinking into view like someone scattered glitter across velvet. the moon is full and the whole scenario feels like a movie. the air has cooled, the heat of the day mellowing into something gentle.

you must’ve drifted off somewhere along the way — head resting against the window, lulled by the rhythm of the road and the low hum of the music.

a featherlight tap on your shoulder pulls you gently from sleep.

billie’s voice is barely a whisper, but you feel it before you hear it — her breath warm against your neck.

“we’re here.”

you blink, lashes fluttering as your eyes adjust.

outside, the world has changed. you’re surrounded by tall pine trees, the air crisp and fragrant, the kind of quiet that only exists far away from city lights. you’re high up — the trees open just enough for you to glimpse a distant sprawl of glowing city far below, twinkling like a dream.

behind the car, there’s a soft, golden light.

before you can even sit up fully, billie’s already out of the driver’s seat, circling the car. she opens your door with a practiced flourish, dipping into a playful little bow like she’s your chauffeur for the night.

then, without a word, her hands find your waist. she lifts you out of the car like you weigh nothing, her grip strong, warm.

“i got you,” she murmurs, eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

billie’s hand comes up and covers your eyes.

“don’t even think about peeking,” she says with that signature smirk you know so well, her voice low and smooth, the kind that makes your heart skip.

you take a breath and nod, trusting her completely as she grabs your hand and pulls you toward the back of the car, walking with easy confidence. her fingers intertwine with yours like it’s second nature, like she’s done this a hundred times before — but maybe this time it feels a little different.

“okay, m’love, just a few more steps”

the trunk is open when she lets your hand go.

as your eyes adjust to the light, you're met with a soft nest of blankets and pillows laid out like a secret little world. theres candles flickering away in the dark, casting warm shadows on everything, and a charcuterie board sitting nearby, full of little bites — cheeses, grapes, crackers. there's a few wildflowers tucked in here and there, like an afterthought.

you recognize how much work she put into it, even though crafts aren’t really her thing. but its messy in a charming way, in her way.

a smile instantly fills your face, and you're unable to stop it. nobody's ever done something like this for you before. you turn to billie, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face.

"god, i fucking love you."

she smiles back, eyes locking with yours, trying to keep her cool but clearly flushed, breath a little uneven.

"i try."

you both settle down into the pillows, as billie carefully pours out two glasses of wine. the car is facing the city lights, but your gaze is already drawn skyward, where stars twinkle endlessly.

“it’s beautiful,” you whisper, voice soft. “i’ve never seen so many.”

"thought you might like it.” she says, leaning in just a little.

“you ever think about how small we are?” you say softly. “how crazy it is that all this is just… there?”

billie’s eyes don’t leave you as she answers, voice husky and sure. “yeah. but the best part isn’t the stars — it’s who you get to look at them with.”

you turn to her, catching that sly smile, the flicker of vulnerability she tries to hide but can’t quite. it makes your chest ache.

“you’ve always been good at this,” you say, voice teasing.

“guess i had a little help,” she sayspulling you closer, her breath warm on your skin. “but tonight’s all me.”

some time passes by.

the wine now sits half-forgotten beside you, warm from the night air. the two of you have gone quiet. not awkward, not tense, just full. full of everything this night means. the stars above, the flickering candlelight, the quiet hum of the city below. her thigh presses against yours, steady, grounding.

“you know,” you say after a long pause, “i don’t think i’ve ever felt this… safe before.”

billie doesn’t speak right away. instead, she shifts slightly, brushing her pinky against yours.

“with you,” you continue, your eyes still fixed on the stars, “i don’t have to hide anything. like… all the messy parts of me still belong here.”

you feel her gaze before you turn to meet it — heavy, sincere, burning just a little.

“that’s all i’ve ever wanted,” she murmurs. “for you to know that you’re not too much. or too little. you’re just… exactly you. and that’s perfect.”

your throat tightens.

“you’re gonna make me cry,” you whisper with a crooked smile, blinking fast.

she smiles back, soft and a little smug. “i know. i’m good like that.”

you nudge her shoulder with yours, and she leans into it, playful. her hand finds your knee, then trails up your thigh, not in a sexual way, but in a familiar, loving way — like she just wants to remind herself you’re real.

“you remember our first date?” she asks suddenly.

you let out a little laugh. “how could i forget? you spilled ginger ale all over your lap trying to impress me.”

she groans. “okay, rude. i was trying to open it with one hand. it was supposed to be smooth.”

“you looked like you were trying to perform surgery on a soda can.”

billie laughs, head tipping back, eyes closed. and then she looks at you again, really looks at you — and that laughter fades into something quieter, something warmer.

“i still feel that way around you,” she says. “like it’s the first time. like i wanna keep impressing you, even if it means spilling shit on myself.”

your heart aches, in that sweet, overwhelming way that makes you want to crawl inside this moment and live in it forever.

you lean in and press your forehead to hers. her eyes flutter closed and soon her lips find yours like they’ve been waiting all night for permission.

it starts slow, with just a kiss, but then there's another. and another. her hand cups your cheek, thumb grazing your skin, and you sigh into her. the kisses deepen, but not rushed — they’re lazy, warm, intimate. the kind that feel like saying i know you, i choose you, i’m yours.

you shift slightly, angling into her more, knees brushing, your leg between hers. she lets out the tiniest laugh into your mouth.“we’re making out like we’re seventeen.”

“maybe i wanna feel seventeen with you”

when you finally pull back, just enough to breathe, she’s still right there — eyes heavy-lidded, lips kiss-bitten, a small smirk on her face.

“you’re trouble,” she whispers. but she says it like it’s the best thing in the world.

and you smile back, chest full, lips tingling, pulse still skipping.

“you started it.”

“shit,” she breathes, “you’re gonna make me do it.”

you blink. “do what?”

she pulls back, just a little, eyes scanning your face. then she reaches toward the back seat of the car, lifting a small box onto her lap. it's old, worn, the cardboard edges softened with time.

she hands it to you gently, like she’s afraid you’ll drop it — or worse, that you won’t understand what it means.

you sit up straighter, settling the box in your lap. your hands feel weirdly shaky as you open it.

inside: memories. dozens of them.

a polaroid of you both at some dive bar, laughing so hard your eyes are squeezed shut. a napkin with your handwriting on it — that dumb little poem you scribbled after one too many glasses of wine. dried petals from a flower she once tucked behind your ear. ticket stubs. a photo booth strip. a doodle you made of her face on a takeout menu, complete with vampire fangs.

every little scrap, every stupid, beautiful piece of time.

“you kept all this?” you whisper, voice already breaking.

she nods.

“of course i did.”

you look up at her, eyes stinging now, and she’s watching you with that same look she wore earlier.

“billie,” you murmur. “i don’t even remember giving you half of this.”

“i remember everything,” she says, voice low and steady. “everything you gave me.”

you can’t stop the tears now — not dramatic, not messy. just soft and slow, like the kind that sneak up on you when you’re safe enough to feel everything all at once.

she shifts closer, wrapping her arms around you, her chin resting on your shoulder as you lean into her chest.

“you didn’t have to do all this,” you whisper, voice thick. “the date, the stars, the box…”

“i wanted to,” she says simply. “you make life feel… worth collecting.”

you exhale shakily, pressing your face into her neck, letting yourself be held. the world outside the trunk — the stars, the forest, the city below — all of it fades until it’s just her heartbeat and your breathing and the warmth that settles between you.

a long silence passes before she speaks again, barely audible:

“feels like our first date again.”

you nod against her skin.

“better.”

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[stellrals]

Sun-drenched

warnings: smut, dominance/submission, edging, teasing, water play, aftercare, dirty talk

description: you and billie escape to a quiet hotel in greece. what starts as a shower quickly turns into teasing and touch, building heat and tension until you both can’t hold back.

word count: 2.2k

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you’re staying in a quiet, luxury hotel in greece. billie’s choice, of course. she said you both needed to disappear for a while. somewhere sun-drenched and quiet, somewhere far enough away that your phones stayed face-down, forgotten. she booked it last-minute, no questions asked.

the hotel sits on a cliffside, carved into the rock, surrounded by blinding blue water. from your balcony, the sea stretches into the sky, melting into soft clouds. the light hits everything just right out here. even the shadows feel warm.

the room smells like sandalwood, sea salt, and faint lemon from the drinks room service brought up earlier. soft cotton sheets cover the bed, perfectly tucked. two white towels are folded on the edge into swan shapes, their beaks touching. it’s corny, but kind of cute. she rolled her eyes when she saw them but smiled too.

billie’s stretched out on the bed in her bikini, hair messy from the pool and wind. it’s curled now, wild and damp, her bangs stuck to her forehead. her skin glows golden, a tan line from her swimsuit barely visible over her collarbone. she hasn’t said much in the past few minutes, just watching you move around the room, her fingers lazily tracing patterns along her thigh.

you stand by the window, looking out at the water. your limbs are heavy from the sun. everything feels hazy and soft, like the day melted into honey.

“i’m gonna take a shower,” you mumble, already pulling your top off over your head. the sun drained you, and the heat still clings to your skin. you just want to rinse the day off and collapse into the pillows.

billie’s voice comes from behind you, low, slow. "didn’t think I’d join you, princess? the shower’s big enough.”

you glance over your shoulder. she’s grinning — that smug, lazy grin she gives when she’s already decided how the night is going to go. she looks at you like she owns the room. like she owns you, too.

you pause, hand on the door, then glance back at her.

“seriously, billie?” you say, turning toward her, now topless. her head tilts slightly, her eyes grazing over your body like she’s seeing you for the first time all over again.

“fuck,” she breathes, not even bothering to hide the hunger in her voice. “you’re so sexy. how could i resist that?”

you try to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks, turning away as you open the shower door. the stone floor is cool beneath your feet. you step under the stream, warm water instantly cascading down your face, soaking your hair. it feels so good. you close your eyes, letting it pour over you.

for a second, you think you’re alone.

then you hear the click of the glass door behind you.

you turn your head slightly.

she steps in, naked now, water already beading and sliding down her skin, the tattoo on her hip glistening and catching your attention. she doesn’t say anything — she just looks at you with that same half-lidded gaze, like she’s already undressing you with her eyes again, even though there’s nothing left to take off.

“we’d be wasting water if we took two showers,” she says casually, voice smooth. “bad for the environment.”

before you can reply, she’s grabbing your ribcage, her hands warm and strong as she presses you firmly against the cool stone wall. your breath catches — not from fear, but from the way her body molds against yours. it’s instinctive how you fall into place, letting her take control.

her fingers start at your neck, ghosting downward. barely touching. just enough to make your nerves light up. you shiver, despite the heat. your heart’s thudding so loudly in your chest, you’re sure she can hear it.

you gulp, loud and audible.

her lips brush your ear. “something wrong, baby?”

you shake your head, but billie chuckles — like she knows you’re lying. her hand dips between your thighs, palm flat, pressing there but not moving. just holding you. owning the space.

“you’re so warm,” she murmurs, her lips brushing along your jaw. “dripping, too. is that the water or just you being desperate?”

you don’t answer — can’t. her fingers start to move, slow and deliberate. she traces soft circles against your clit, featherlight at first, watching your face as your lips part, as your hips twitch forward ever so slightly.

she leans in, her breath hot against your cheek.

“yeah… that’s what i thought.”

you can feel your legs starting to shake already, and she’s barely touching you. your back arches, pressing your breasts against her chest. the slick slide of skin on skin only winds you tighter.

billie slides one finger inside you without warning — slow, all the way in — then pulls out just as gently, deliberately shallow.

you moan, instinctively grinding toward her. she pulls back completely.

“ah ah,” she whispers, clicking her tongue. “don’t be greedy.”

you whimper.

she presses you harder into the wall, pinning your hands above your head now with one arm, keeping you open, exposed. her other hand dips back down — this time she rubs you just right, slow and steady, teasing you toward the edge.

you feel it rising. that tight coil in your stomach. your knees are starting to tremble again.

and then..

she stops. completely.

you gasp, blinking in disbelief.

billie leans in close, her nose brushing yours.

“did you think i was gonna let you cum that easy, baby?” she whispers, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “not yet,” she whispers. “you’re not ready. i want more from you.”

she kisses you hard now, tongue sliding against yours, wet and messy and perfect. her fingers dip back between your legs, slower this time, almost affectionate. she watches you squirm under her touch, watches how your breath stutters with every pass over your clit. every little twitch makes her smile. like she’s playing her favorite song on a loop — and she never gets bored.

her hand slides up to your chest, palm flattening over your heartbeat. it’s racing —wild and unsteady. she smiles like it’s the sexiest thing she’s ever felt.

“all for me,” she adds, barely audible. “fuck, that’s so hot.”

her fingers slip inside again, and this time she curls them just right — your whole body jolts.

“there it is…” she purrs. “that spot that makes you lose it.

you moan — high and shaky — and your hips try to chase her hand, chasing the edge like a lifeline. you’re so close again. that tight, desperate ache coiling in your core, spiraling.

but again — she pulls away.

you cry out in frustration, your knees almost giving out, but she catches you, holding you up with a strong arm around your waist.

“you’re so sensitive,” she breathes, eyes fixed on your face. “so needy. i swear, you get more responsive every time i touch you. it’s driving me fucking insane.”

her own thighs are slick, her nipples hard against your chest as she presses you back into the wall again. she’s soaked from the water, from you — from everything.

“you should see yourself,” she whispers, her voice lower now, rougher. “flushed, trembling… fuck, i could do this all night.”

she grinds her palm into you again, firmer now, fingers slipping inside with more purpose — pushing you toward the edge without holding back. her mouth finds your neck, sucking, biting, licking. every wet sound echoing off the tile.

“you gonna cum for me this time?” she growls into your skin. “or am i gonna have to ruin you again?”

you don’t even have the strength to answer. your head falls back, eyes fluttering shut, thighs clenching tight around her wrist.

and this time, she lets you.

your climax crashes through you like a wave breaking against stone. you convulse, full-body trembling in her arms, mouth parted in a soundless cry. your nails rake down her back. you feel yourself fall apart — shaking, gasping, completely undone.

she doesn’t let go. she holds you through it, whispering, “there you go, baby. that’s it. let it all go for me.”

you barely register the second set of fingers circling your clit again — featherlight — and the overstimulation rips another orgasm from you before you can even beg her to stop. this one’s messier. sharper. your legs give out completely and she catches you, laughing softly.

“you’re a fucking mess, aren’t you?” she says, breathless with amusement. her own face is flushed, wet hair slicked back, eyes wild with heat. “you’re gonna hate me later. but you love it. you always do.”

she kisses your forehead, letting the water rinse the sweat and slick from your skin.

your hair is sticking to your face, completely tangled, and your breathing is a wreck. your whole body feels like it’s buzzing, like the air is too heavy. you’re not sure if you’re going to cry or laugh — maybe both.

billie turns off the shower and wraps you in a towel, hands gentle now. like a switch flipped. from predator to caretaker in a heartbeat.

“c’mere,” she whispers, carrying you out of the bathroom, laying you onto the bed like you’re made of silk. she towels your hair with the gentlest motions, then kisses your lips slow and soft.

“you okay?” she murmurs, brushing a strand of damp hair from your cheek.

you manage a breathy, “i hate you.”

she laughs. “no you don’t.”

you don’t. not even close.

she slips into bed beside you, arms pulling you close, bare skin against soft sheets. for a few long minutes, all you do is breathe — tangled up, warm, quiet.

then she reaches for her phone.

“room service?”

you nod against her collarbone, barely awake.

she grins. “i’m ordering everything you like. you earned it.”

you hum in approval, drifting off even before she finishes the call. her fingers trace idle patterns across your back. her voice, somewhere above your head, mutters something soft and amused.

“fuckin’ hell, you ruin me.”

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[stellrals]

About me >:)

hi loves. im ilinca, im 19, my pronouns are she/her, im a sagittarius! im pretty new to this so dont expect much, im just trying to read a little, write a little and make friends lmao. please request away if you want anything specific :)

ive been a billie fan since 2019, saw her twice and more to come! im a die hard hte fan and ret roots fan. im mainly an editor, i also love music in general, i love writing lyrics, playing guitar and collecting vinyls. some of my other interests are dominic fike, mac miller, wallows. i love tlou and arcane as well.

+ i love women duh.

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