#biloverd

[biloverd]

☾ Overruled B.E

☾ Warnings: smut. established relationship, power dynamics, teasing, switch billie and reader, oral (billie receiving), slight overstimulation

☾ Summary: you and billie are invited to a house party claudia is throwing, but billie just looks too good and maybe you just wanted to fuck with her a little

☾ a/n: i need her so bad oh my god. also this was requested by an anon in may... a little late but thank you much for the request sweet anon!

It starts innocently enough.

A light touch to Billie’s lower back as you slip past her in the hallway. Fingers brushing her hand when you reach for your drink. Little nothings whispered in her ear under the noise of the party.

And every time, every time, her body reacts just a little.

The way her fingers twitch. The small shift in her jaw. Taking a moment too long before she answers Finneas’s question, like she’s still stuck on the feeling of your breath on her neck.

But she doesn’t say anything.

She just watches you.

And that makes it more fun.

You’re not even trying to hide it anymore. When no one’s looking, your hand rests on her waist a little too long. Your lips brush the shell of her ear when you lean in to say something stupid, just to see her eyelids flutter for half a second.

At one point, you’re standing behind her, tucked in close while she talks to Claudia. You ghost your lips just under her jaw, close enough that she feels the heat, but not close enough to count.

Billie’s hand tightens around her glass so hard you think it might crack.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish” she says quietly, just for you.

You smile. “Too late baby.”

She doesn’t respond.

But her nostrils flare.

By the time you leave, Billie hasn’t touched you once. Not a hand on your thigh, not a whisper in your ear, not even a glance that could be read as anything but casual.

But you can feel it radiating off her.

The tension. The control. How close she is to breaking.

The ride home is dead silent. Not because she’s mad but because if she opens her mouth, she might say something she can’t take back. You can practically see the restraint in her posture, the way she grips the steering wheel like she wants it to be your throat.

You sit in the passenger seat all innocent, legs crossed, smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

And when you walk into the apartment, she’s surprisingly calm. She turns on the light, closes the door behind you with a quiet click and locks it.

You glance back at her raising an eyebrow.

“Bil—”

But she’s already on you.

Her mouth crashes into yours before you can blink, all teeth and breathless heat, hands grabbing at your waist like she’s finally giving herself permission to feel how badly she wants you. You stumble back into the door and she follows, pressing you hard against it, thigh sliding between yours.

You moan into her mouth but more out of surprise than anything, and she swallows it greedily.

“Oh, now you’re not fucking around” she mutters, lips dragging along your jaw.

You try to speak, to give a snarky answer, but her hand’s already between your legs, cupping you through your jeans. Her fingers press down slow and firm, and it steals the words right out of your mouth.

“Fucking soaked” she murmurs, like she’s annoyed about it. “You’ve been like this all night?”

You grin, breath shaky. “Maybe.”

Her mouth is back on your neck in an instant, biting, sucking, dragging her teeth over your skin like she wants to punish you.

And you let her. Tilting your head, fingers in her hair, nails dragging gently over her scalp just to feel her twitch under you.

“You think you’re funny?” she breathes against your collarbone.

“Mmhm.”

She slides her hand up under your shirt, rough palms on your stomach, pushing the fabric higher like she wants it gone now. You raise your arms and let her pull it off watching the way her eyes flick over you. Hungry, dark, absolutely feral for you.

“Bedroom” she mutters.

You tug her hand, yanking her off balance with a sly smile.

“Not yet.”

Her eyes flash with challenge, but you’re already guiding her toward the couch. You pull her down gently but firmly, your hands on her waist keeping her close but controlled.

She lets out a frustrated growl, pressing her forehead against yours, breath hot and fast.

“You’re impossible” she huffs.

“You love it.” You smirk before leaning in, lips brushing against her ear, voice low and teasing.

“Now... let me finish what I started okay pretty?”

She unconsciously wets her lips as her fingers find your hair, tugging you down slowly as you lower your head between her thighs.

You’re greeted by her lace panties, which you quickly pull down her legs so that you can finally, finally taste the mess you’ve made.

Your lips part slowly, deliberately, tongue flicking just barely over her clit, and Billie shudders. You feel the way her thighs twitch on either side of your head. She's soaked already, but you want more. You want her wrecked.

So you tease.

Lazy licks. Featherlight touches. Letting your breath ghost over her without giving her what she wants.

“Are you fucking serious right now,” she grits out, her hand tightening in your hair. Her hips jerk forward but you pull back just slightly, grinning up at her with an infuriating calm expression.

“Thought you liked it when I took my time?”

“I like it when you do what the fuck you’re told.”

You hum like you’re thinking it over, and flatten your tongue dragging it slowly from her entrance all the way up, circling her clit once, twice, just to make her twitch.

Her breath catches in her throat. “Oh my god—”

You lick again, then wrap your lips around her clit and suck just enough to make her curse. Her thighs snap tighter around your head, her hips rolling, already losing the rhythm.

“Fuck—yes—just like that” she pants. “Don’t stop—don’t fucking—”

You do stop.

On purpose.

Just to hear her whine.

Billie glares down at you, red-faced and panting, looking two seconds away from grabbing your jaw and fucking your mouth herself.

You blink up innocently. “Something wrong?”

“Yeah” she snaps. “You’re being a little bitch.”

And that’s exactly the reaction you wanted.

You smile and go all in.

You’re sucking her clit hard enough to make her yelp, then easing two fingers into her, slow and slick. She’s tight, soaked, pulsing around your fingers already. Her head tips back with a broken gasp.

“Fuck—baby—fuck me, please—”

You curl your fingers just right, pressing into that sweet spot inside her, and she nearly sobs. Her hips are moving without her permission now, chasing it, needy and out of control.

“Holy shit,” she chokes. “Why the fuck are you—this good—oh my god—”

You flick your tongue faster, messy and wet and deliberate, while your fingers work deep and steady inside her. She’s soaked, leaking down your wrist. The noises she’s making are filthy, desperate, ruined, like she’s hanging on by a thread.

And when you feel her tighten, tensing, whimpering, getting close.

You pause again.

Right on the edge.

Her hips buck forward. She growls.

“Don’t. Don’t you fucking st—”

You wrap your lips tightly around her clit sucking hard as your tongue flicks. And she breaks.

Legs shaking, a cry tearing out of her chest as she cums all over your mouth, her whole body trembling.

She tries to slump back.

You don’t let her.

You keep going.

Her hand flies back to your hair “W-wait, fuck, I just—” but she doesn’t stop you. Not really.

Because deep down, Billie wants to be ruined.

So you keep licking. Keep your fingers buried deep, curling slow. You work her through it, and then right into the next.

And that second orgasm hits harder.

She grabs the couch like it’s anchoring her to earth, hips grinding into your face like she can’t control them, moaning so loud you’re pretty sure the neighbours you never bothered talking to know your name now.

By the third one she’s pleading, half sobbing, half moaning and whimpering, trying to push your head away but not fully meaning it.

“I—I can’t—fuck, baby, I can’t again—please—”

You finally slow down.

Let her breathe.

Her body’s limp and twitching, hair stuck to her face, chest rising and falling in hard bursts. You ease your fingers out slowly, gently, and press soft kisses to her thighs.

She blinks down at you, wrecked. Absolutely fucking destroyed. And somehow still cocky.

“You’re fucking insane” she breathes.

You grin, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “You asked for it.”

She stares at you for a second, then tilts her head, lazy and dangerous.

“Yeah?” she whispers. “Lie down.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“Lie down” she repeats as she pulls you up and flips you on your back.

“What are you-“

You get cut off as she straddles your lap. Her voice is low, wrecked and commanding.

“It’s your turn princess.”

☾ hope you guys liked this cause idk how to feel about it…

☾ dividers credit: @viviansturns @anitalenia

[biloverd]

SILLY? smh😒

i’m stalking cause i miss u

hi silly

[chrissv4mp]

hi pretty girlll!

came in here to say you need to be studied because how tf can you make the best smut i ever read while also making angst thats got me choking up?? insane

hello baby!!!

oh my gosh, well, it's good to know that i'm doing something right 🤞🤍

[karaeilish]

you’re asks are the freakiest people ever oh my god😭

obsessed with your writing by the way🫣

I LOVE THEM SM

thank you, sweet baby <3

[bilssturns]

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[biloverd]

🤍

3 with Billie please

Got a bit carried away… Hope you like it!🫶 Also english isn’t my native language so even though i proofread this it might not be perfect so, sorry for that☹️ Also kinda hate this

billie eilish x fem!reader

warnings: smut domtop!billie subbottom!reader

You and Billie had broken up 2 months ago, everything has just gotten too much for the both of you and a mutual agreement was made to end things. You guys ended on good terms which is never a good idea.

"You're looking good," she said, her voice barely carrying over the din of the party. The lights were low, the music loud, a typical Friday night at Quen’s place. She was a mutual friend, the kind who never took sides, even when the breakup had left everyone else is picking theirs.

You nodded, a tight smile playing at the corners of your lips. "You too," you managed, eyes lingering on Billie's black tank top and baggy jeans. It had been months since you’ve seen each other. Time had a way of changing people, but Billie looked as though she hadn't changed a bit. The same messy hair, the same piercing gaze that could cut through the noise and into their soul.

You both took a swig from your drinks, the cold liquid doing little to ease the heat rising in your chests. The air had tension, the kind that comes from unresolved feelings and unspoken words. The room felt like it was spinning around you, the laughter and chatter of the party fading into the background. You leaned closer, the scent of Billie’s perfume hitting you like a wave, and for a moment, you were back in your old apartment, the two of you tangled up in your bed.

"Come with me," Billie whispered, her hand brushing against your wrist, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. You didn't need to ask where she was leading; you just followed, your body acting on instinct alone. The hallway was a blur of shadows and colored lights, the bass of the music thumping through the walls like a heartbeat. She pushed open a door and you stumbled into a random bedroom, the door clicking shut behind you.

The room was dimly lit by the glow of a lava lamp, casting a warm, pulsing light over the unmade bed. The walls were plastered with band posters, but none of it mattered. Your eyes were only for Billie, the way she looked at you with a hunger that mirrored your own. The room spun as she stepped closer, and your breath caught in your throat as her hand reached up to trace the line of your jaw. Your heart hammered in your chest, a wild drumbeat echoing the music outside.

Her fingers lingered on your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "We shouldn’t so this, but i just… I need you." she murmured, her voice thick with desire. You nodded, unable to form words but knowing exactly what she means, as she leaned in to press a gentle kiss against your lips. The taste of her was like a forgotten melody, sweet and familiar. “Fuck” She murmurs as you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body meld into yours. Your hands found the hem of her tank top, lifting it to reveal the smooth, pale skin beneath. Your fingertips grazed the softness of her stomach, making her gasp into your mouth.

The music outside became a distant murmur as you two became the only sound in the room. You could feel the rhythm of her breath sync with yours, the pounding of your hearts in time with the bass that thrummed through the floor. Her hands slid under your shirt, her nails scraping against your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You broke the kiss to catch your breath, only to find you staring into her piercing blue eyes, searching for answers to questions you didn't want to ask.

Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip, and you felt a shiver of anticipation. "I don't want to stop," she whispered, and you knew what she meant. You didn't either. The whiskey had lowered your inhibitions, but it was the raw, unspoken longing that made you crave her touch more than anything. You stepped closer, pressing your body against hers, feeling the warmth and softness that you had missed for so long. Your hands found the button of her jeans, fumbling slightly with the zipper before sliding them down her legs.

Billie's eyes never left yours as she stepped out of her shoes and allowed you to guide her onto the bed. You followed, hovering over her, feeling the mattress dip beneath your weight. You took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, feeling the heat between your legs grow stronger. You leaned down, capturing her mouth again in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. Your teeth grazed her bottom lip, and she let out a soft moan, arching her back to press her breasts against yours.

Her hands reached for the hem of your top, her nails scraping gently against your skin as she lifted it over your head. The cool air of the room kissed your bare skin, making you shiver. You felt her eyes on you, drinking in every inch of your body. You were self-conscious for a moment, but the hunger in her gaze washed away any doubt. She was yours, just for this moment, and you were going to savor it.

Your lips found hers again, more urgent this time, as your hands roamed over her body. You felt her breasts, the soft mounds filling your palms, her nipples hardening at your touch. She gasped into your mouth, and you knew she was just as lost in the sensation as you were. Your kisses grew deeper, more demanding, as your tongue danced with hers. The taste of her was intoxicating, a drug that you had gone too long without.

With a growl of desire, Billie flipped you onto your back, her body straddling yours. Her hands slid down to your waistband, deftly unhooking it and sliding your pants and the slutty thong you were wearing off. She leaned over you, her hair a dark curtain that blocked out the rest of the world. You could feel her breath against your skin, hot and desperate as she unhooks your bra. "I missed you so much" she repeated, her voice a low, throbbing murmur that shoot sparks to your core.

Her fingers trailed down your stomach, teasing the softness of your belly before dipping lower. You gasped as her hand found your wetness, her touch gentle but firm. She stroked your clit in slow, deliberate circles, watching your face as the pleasure built within you. You felt the pressure of her thumb as she applied just the right amount of pressure, making your hips jerk involuntarily. Your nails dug into the bedsheets, the fabric bunching in your fists.

You reached for her, desperate to feel her skin against yours. Your hands found the back of her neck, pulling her down for another kiss. This time, it was all passion and need, a silent confession of all the feelings you had pushed down since your breakup. Your tongues collided, the taste of alcohol on her breath mixing with the sweetness of her mouth. You felt her other hand slide up your thigh, the smoothness of her skin against yours making you shiver with desire.

Her fingers slid further down, parting your folds, and you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. The sensation was almost too much, your body responding to her touch as though it had been waiting for this moment. She explored you with a confidence that sent waves of pleasure through you, her thumb circling your clit as she slipped a finger inside. You were so wet, so ready for her.

Your hips rocked against her hand, seeking more, and she gave it to you, adding a second finger and curling them upward, hitting that spot that always made your toes curl. Your breaths grew ragged, your moans louder, as she pumped her fingers in and out of you with an agonizingly slow rhythm.

"You're so wet for me," Billie murmured, her voice a sweet, filthy symphony in your ear. "Tell me how much you've missed this." Her words were a gentle coax, a soft caress against the storm of sensation building inside you. You couldn't form coherent sentences, so you just nodded and manager to babble something about how much youve missed her. Your breath hitching as she picked up the pace.

"I've missed you, baby," she whispered, her thumb circling your clit in a way that made your vision swim. "Missed your sweet pussy, missed the way you taste, missed making you come." Her voice was a soothing lullaby of dirty words, each one sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You moaned in response, your body arching off the bed.

Her mouth found your neck, kissing and biting softly as her fingers continued to play you like an instrument. The room was a haze of colored lights and heavy breathing, the scent of lust thick in the air. You felt your orgasm building, a tight coil in your belly that threatened to snap at any moment. You clutched at her, your nails digging into her back, begging for release. “Fuck bils… please”

Billie’s other hand slid up to cup your breast, her thumb teasing the peak. She pinched your nipple gently, rolling it between her fingers as she watched your reaction, a smug smile playing on her lips. You moaned louder, the dual sensations pushing you closer to the edge. You felt your muscles tighten around her fingers, your body begging for more, for that sweet release that only she could give you.

"Come for me," Billie breathed, her eyes never leaving yours. The command sent a bolt of electricity straight to your clit, making you whine with need. You nodded frantically, your eyes fluttering shut as you focused on the feeling of her hand working you, her thumb pressing into your G-spot, her thumb rubbing circles around your clit. Your hips bucked up to meet her, your body desperate for the crescendo.

And then it hit you, the orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You cried out, your back arching off the bed, as your pussy clenched around her fingers. The room spun, colors flashing behind your eyelids. Her name was a chant on your lips, a prayer of thanks for the pleasure she had given you. You felt her smile against your neck, her kisses gentle as the aftershocks of your climax rolled through you.

When the world came back into focus, Billie was still there, her eyes on yours, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Missed this," she murmured again, her voice filled with satisfaction. You couldn't help but nod, the words sticking in your throat. “Missed you.” The silence between you was heavy, filled with the echoes of what had just happened.

decided to treat you guys with less talking and more freakiness… thank you guys for reading!👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[biloverd]

hi sweetheart could you write 🤍2 with billie? sending loveeee

Hello my love! I hope you like it🫣 Sending love back baby🫶

warning: smut top!billie bottom!reader

a/n: not proofread🤫

Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader

Billie had been away for tour and you missed her so bad the phone calls weren’t cutting it anymore you needed her. Today she’s coming home, you’d been nervously waiting in the living room scrolling on your phone to pass time until you hear the front door open. Billie. Even exhausted and completely jet lagged she looked beautiful; messy hair tied up in a bun with a basic white shirt and her grey joggers. She smiled her eyes softening when she saw you “Baby…” She said happily but clearly tired.

You almost sprinted over there, barely letting the door close behind her before your lips were on hers. Which she happily accepted her hands landing on your hips “God, I missed you,” you breathed between kisses, hands already tugging at her hoodie. “I need you so bad, Billie.”

She kissed you back but slowly, like she had all the time in the world. Her fingers slid into your hair, holding you steady as she pulled away just enough to speak. “I missed you too,” she murmured, eyes flicking across your face as a small smirk formed on her lips. “But slow down, baby.” You whined pouting at her. “Baby I haven’t seen you in so fucking long…”

“I know,” she said softly, brushing her thumb over your bottom lip that was jutting out. “But I don’t just want to fuck. I just-.”

“I want to make love to you, baby. Don’t you understand that?”

Your breath hitched as you looked at her, really looked at her and instead of the lust like in your eyes you saw admiration, love and desire. “I’m sorry if that’s not what you want baby, I promise tomorrow i’ll make it up to you and I can-“ You cut her off by gently pressing your lips against hers making her eyes widen for a second before she melts into it the tight grip on your hips loosening “Of course it’s what i want you dumb fuck” You murmur against her lips making her let out a breathy laugh, god you’d missed that laugh.

Her eyes are soft and warm as she pulls back to look at you her thumb brushing your cheek. “My pretty baby…” She mumbles under her breath making a rosy blush colour your cheeks. She brushed some hair out of your face before leaning in and kissing you again, deep, unhurried and she took her time before pulling away.

She walked you backwards her hands on your hips as her mouth attaches to your jaw sucking gently, leaving tiny love bites in her wake. You feel your knees hit the back of the couch making you yelp as you fall back. She laughs softly before crawling on top of you making sure you’re comfortable as she her lips linger on your neck, parting just enough to let her tongue trace the curve of your skin.

“You smell the same,” she said, her voice right by your ear. “God, I missed this.” She moved down and her teeth scraped lightly against your collarbone and you arched into her without thinking. She gently pulled her your shirt off and started kissing down your sternum. You whine softly your hands tangling in her hair trying to guide her to one of your now hard nipples. “Mmm be patient baby..” She murmured and continued teasing you for a bit.

When her lips finally brushed over your nipple, you let out a soft gasp, and she looked up at you through her lashes like she wanted to commit the sound to memory. She sucked it into her mouth slowly, her tongue circling, then flicking, then pulling back just to blow cool air over the damp skin. You whimpered. “You’re so sensitive already,” she whispered, switching sides. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” She teases making you glare at her. “What?!” She says laughing.

Your hips buck on instinct and she smiled again. “Missed how needy you get for me..” She says with a stupid grin while pressing kisses down your ribs, over your stomach, pausing right at your hipbones. Her hands stayed gentle, but firm, holding your thighs apart, her thumbs tracing circles on your soft skin. She looked up at you again from between your legs, eyes dark with want. “Can I take my time with you?” You nodded, breathlessly begging. “Please.”

[biloverd]

Moon River and Me B.E

☆ Warnings: none just pure fluff

☆ Summary: tangled up with billie under the stars with your song

☆ a/n: heard her cover and RAN to write this. highly recommended listening to it while reading :))

The river isn’t even that big. It’s more like a stream with ambition. But Billie called it a river when she found it last summer, and even though you teased her for it the name stuck.

Now it’s your river.

You’re both stretched out on a slightly too small blanket, feet sticking out the end, half a pizza box resting between you. She’s wearing that faded Dodgers hoodie she stole from your closet weeks ago, hood pulled up, cheeks pink from the breeze.

You’re on your back, staring at the stars. She’s on her side, one hand under her head, the other tracing lazy circles on your stomach under your shirt.

Staring at you.

The air smells like wild grass and that tiny bit of lavender perfume you sprayed on your neck hours ago. Billie hums something under her breath. You don’t realize it’s Moon River until the melody locks into place.

“That song again?” you ask, smiling.

She shrugs without looking at you. “It’s in my head.”

“You’ve been playing it all week.”

“‘Cause it makes me think of you.”

You go quiet for a second. Not awkward, just that kind of quiet that comes when someone says something a little too soft to reply to right away.

“You always say that,” you murmur.

She finally looks at you, mouth tilted in that crooked grin. “Doesn’t make it less true.”

You roll onto your side to face her, nose almost touching hers. She smells like peppermint gum and something that’s just hers. Her eyes flick down to your mouth, and you know what she’s about to do before she even shifts forward.

Her lips meet yours like it’s second nature. Not rushed, not some fireworks moment, just Billie kissing you the way she always does. Slow and easy and a little smiley near the end, like it still surprises her that this is real.

When she pulls back, she rests her forehead against yours.

“You taste like pizza” she whispers.

“You taste like gum.”

She smirks. “Hot.”

You laugh and pinch her side, and she pretends to be offended before rolling halfway on top of you, tucking her face into your neck.

You lie there tangled up, her breathing slow and steady against your skin. You reach out and grab your phone, cueing up Moon River on the little Bluetooth speaker in your bag. The song floats through the air, soft and familiar.

“You’re such a sap,” Billie mumbles, not moving.

“Says the one who’s literally humming it in my ear.”

“Touché.”

You run your fingers through her hair, and she hums again but this time on purpose, louder, off-key, just to be annoying.

Still, it sounds good.

Because it’s her.

And because she’s here, wrapped around you under a sky full of stars, singing Moon River like it’s a love song meant just for the two of you.

☆ thank you @agentbils for helping me with the colour text thing sweet girl🤍

☆ sparkle credit: @bernardsbendystraws

☆ sorry ive been gone for so long babies :(

[biloverd]

just saw billie live.

nobody talk to me😫

[biloverd]

Conditioner - b.e

domtop!billie x subbottom!femreader

warnings: fluff turns into smut, shower sex, strap usage, r!receiving

a/n: not proofread hope you guys like it🫶

The shower water was the perfect temperature, your dirty clothes were in the laundry hamper, and just as you were about to get in, you realised something was missing. Billie.

You poke your head through the door connecting the bedroom and the en suite bathroom. You spot your girlfriend chilling on the bed, scrolling through her phone. “Billie…” You whine making her look up. “Hey beautiful, I thought you were gonna shower?” She says with the soft smile she only reserves for you. You pout at her “You’re not joining me?” She groans dramatically, but a smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she puts her phone down “Can’t even shower without me anymore can you?”

“Oh fuck off..” You grumble as billie walks over to you, pressing a kiss to your temple “Of course i’ll join you, pretty girl” She says with that annoying grin of hers you love so much.

Billie watches you hop into the shower, a smirk tugging at her lips. She takes off her own clothes before slipping into the shower behind you. The hot water cascades over both of your naked bodies as Billie wraps her arms around your waist from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder. You hum in delight, gently rocking the both of you side to side.

Billie hums softly too, matching your gentle rhythm. She spreads her fingers possessively over your stomach, her thumbs brushing the bottom of your breasts. She nuzzles your neck, wetting your hair under the shower spray. "You needed this shower, you stinky bitch," she mutters, smirking.

You gasp turning your head back to glare at her, finding only mischief in her eyes “Fuck you!” You exclaim with a dramatic huff as you turn around causing her to burst into laughter her body shaking with mirth and her breath ghosting over your wet skin. She bites your earlobe playfully, making you smile, even though you’re pretending to be mad. "I'm just saying!" she teases, squeezing your sides gently.

You and Billie gently wash each other’s hair, each of you getting a turn. You turn around to face her as you start with Billie’s hair, gently massaging the shampoo in her dark locs making her purr softly. As the conditioner sits in her hair, she turns your bodies so your back is to her front. She squirts your specific shampoo in her hand and massages it into your scalp, just like how did for her. You sigh feeling the rough day wash away.

Billie rinses out the shampoo in your hair, covering your eyes with her free hand. Once done she drops her arms back down to wrap around your waist, and after a bit of comfortable silence you speak up. “I love you bils…” Billie freezes for a second before tightening her arms around you possessively. She buries her face in your neck, kissing softly. "I love you too, baby," she murmurs, her voice softer than usual. You smile your hands reaching back to pull her closer by her hips.

Billie melts into your touch, pressing her body against yours. She lets out a soft sigh, her hands moving up from your stomach to cup your breasts gently. "You're so cute when you're all wet and clingy," she whispers, nipping at your ear playfully. You hum tilting your head to the side to give her better access making her smirk and brush your nipples with her thumbs. She presses her lips to your neck, kissing and sucking gently. She moves one of her hands down to your hip, squeezing gently. "I'm going to get out soon, okay?"

You whip your head around to look at her. “What?! Why?” You ask, your eyebrows furrowed. Billie chuckles at your dramatic reaction, her fingers digging into your hip possessively. “Relax baby I just need to get something” She clarifies, grinning at you.

“Can’t you get it later?” You ask with a pout. Billie laughs softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She kisses your pouty lips gently, sucking on your bottom lip playfully. "You're so cute when you pout" she murmurs against your mouth. "But I need to get out for a second to grab something." You groan dramatically. “Grab what?”

Billie grins mysteriously, her hands sliding down to your ass as she pulls back slightly. "I got a new conditioner I wanna try on you.." she says, giving your ass a gentle squeeze before stepping out of the shower, leaving you confused. She quickly grabs a towel, wrapping it around herself before disappearing into the bedroom.

When billie returns you gasp as you look her up and down. “That’s not a new conditioner” You say with your eyes wide, as you look at the new huge strap around Billie’s hips. When the fuck did she buy that? Billie smirks mischievously as she steps back into the shower with you, her hips swaying seductively as she walks towards you. The fake dick standing proudly between her legs.

"Surprise"

You pick your jaw up from the floor. “You dirty bitch!” You exclaim, but there’s only amusement in your tone. Billie chuckles, the sound echoing through the steamy shower. She runs her fingers through your wet hair possessively before gripping your hips to pull you closer to her. "You love it," she purrs, the strap bobbing slightly between her thighs. "Turn around,"

“Billie…” You gulp nervously as your eyes trail over the strap. “That’s not gonna fit.” Billie’s eyes soften slightly but she smirks at your concern. "It will," she assures you confidently, turning you around to face the shower wall. She runs her hands over your curves appreciatively before giving your ass a firm slap. "Now, be good for me yeah?”

With your cheek pressed against the cool shower wall tile you try one more time “Bils please just- be careful. It’s fucking huge” You plead, nervousness evident in your voice. Billie grins but squeezes your hips reassuringly, one hand moving around to stroke your clit. "You think I'd hurt my baby? She kisses your neck tenderly to contrast the dirty words. "Just relax for me, okay?

You gulp as Billie catches your wrists and holds them behind your back with one hand, using her other hand to guide the strap between your thighs. She presses the head against your entrance, applying gentle pressure as she begins to push inside you. "Shh, just take it for me..." You gasp as the thick head pushes inside you. “Fuck bils…” You whimper as your wet pussy accepts her greedily. Billie groans as she feels you tighten around the strap-on, your body instinctively arching back against her. She slowly starts to push it deeper inside you, inch by inch, her grip on your wrists tightening. "That's it, baby... Take it all for me." Your mouth starts to hang open slightly with every push. If only you could see the stupid grin on her face right now.

Billie smirks against your neck, kissing and biting gently as she starts to move slowly, testing your limits. "See? Only halfway in... you're doing so good." She shifts her hips slightly, causing the strap-on to slide deeper. She softens her tone, using a soft voice she only uses when she’s concerned but doesn’t want to show it. "Tell me if it's too much." She murmurs, her free hand gently caressing your lower stomach. You whimper pathetically as you try to get used to the size of the strap, because god the burn is amazing but you know you’re gonna be sore for days. You start moving your hips back slightly, a sign you want billie to move more. She chuckled against your neck pressing a wet kiss to your neck before pulling back slight so she can watch the strap disappear into your greedy pussy. She pulls your wrists closer together behind your back, making you arch your back even more. She starts to push deeper, feeling you stretch around her. "Almost there mamas..."

She pushes the strap-on all the way inside you, making you gasp sharply. She keeps your wrists trapped behind your back, using your body's arch to go deeper. She withdraws slightly before slamming back inside, testing your reaction. You moan loudly as the tip hits your cervix. “Fuck!” Billie's eyes darken with lust as she hears your moan. She knows she's hitting the right spot. She starts to move faster, slamming the strap-on into you with more force, each thrust pushing you harder against the cool tiles. "Is that too much? Or just right?" You gasp with every deep thrust, nodding yes even though you have no clue what you’re saying yes to. The new strap, the contrast between the cool shower tiles and the hot water, the way she’s fucking you. It’s making you dizzy with pleasure.

"Use your words, baby." She thrusts deep again, purposefully hitting your cervix. "Is this too much?" Her voice gets husky as she maintains the intense pace, knowing how sensitive you are. "Or do you want more?" She nips at your ear. Tears start to brim in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure. “So good…” You gasp out “Don’t stop, baby please don’t stop.” You blab mindlessly.

Billie's smile widens at your mindless babbling. She loves seeing you like this—so fucking overwhelmed and desperate for more. "Good girl. You like it when I fuck you hard like this?" She pulls back and slams into you even harder, making you cry out. As she speeds up, your moans bounce off the walls in the shower, your nails digging into your palms to attempt to ground yourself. Billie sees your nails digging into your palms and it only turns her on more. She loves knowing how much you're enjoying this. It turns her on more than she likes to admit. She starts to pound into you relentlessly, the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filling the shower. "Fuck, you're so fucking pretty like this." She groans watching the strap covered in your juices slam into your quivering cunt.

You whine loudly as feel a familiar knot start to form in your lower stomach. “Bils! Billie! Fuck fuck fuck!” You moan loudly. “I’m so close, so fucking close” You manage to gasp out. Billie's eyes light up with excitement. She releases your wrists suddenly, wrapping her free arm around your waist to hold you in place as she starts to fuck you even faster and deeper. "Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl and let go…” Your now freed hands scramble to press against the wall, in an attempt to balance yourself and stay upright. Your body slides up the wall with each powerful thrust. Billie watches as your tits bounce and your stomach concave with each deep push. Your legs shake slightly, giving away how close you are. She tightens her hips, hitting that sweet spot inside you again and again, cause your mouth to hang open. With a final loud cry you cum loudly, your back arching at a degree that should not be humanly possible, and billies name repeatedly spilling out of your mouth like a prayer. Billie's eyes roll back as the base of the strap rubs against her clit just right, your orgasm triggering her own. She buries herself deep inside you, holding you in place against the wall as she cums hard along with you.

She pants heavily, pressing gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder. As wave after wave of pleasure hit you, your knees start to buckle and Billie quickly wraps both arms around you, gently turning you to face her before lifting you up and pressing your back against the cool tile of the shower wall. She holds you close, nuzzling into your neck as she catches her breath. "I got you, baby. I always got you."

Both of you breath heavily, letting the water cascade over you, just enjoying being in each others presence, before you speak up. “You didn’t end up conditioning my hair…” You say, looking at her with a big satisfied grin. Causing the both of you to laugh loudly, erupting in a fit of giggles.

a/n: hope you guys liked this i’m actually very proud of it🫣 that’s a first. Also did i use the word concave correctly??

banister: @enchanthings 🫶

[biloverd]

100 lesbians vs love bombing

[biloverd]

i know i’m mad we haven’t

also i just saw your face reveal EXCUSE ME✂️

hi my baby how are you😝

well well well we haven’t interacted before but you seem super duper cool so haiiii

[biloverd]

👀👀

also this is not the powerbottom!billie but im working on that aswell

[biloverd]

hello lovely’s!!

i’m almost done with the fic you guys requested in the vote😼

so please send me some fic ideas you want me to make in the future!

can be fluff, smut, angst whatever you want as long as it’s billie x reader cause i only write for her i fear☹️

love you guys🫶

[biloverd]

hiii omg just voted on your poll and I voted for dombottom!billie getting reader to eat her out for the first time but I also wanted to say if I could vote for two I would vote for the mafia rivals smutttttt…. something about dark!billie 😍

RIGHT??? dark!billie is so insanely hot i cant

[borderlinefemme]

Deathcamp- tyler the creator

Out of control- she wants revenge

Lottery- Kali Uchis

Lejos de ti- the marias

EoO- bad bunny

YKWIM- yot club

Ese hombre- La india

Dance, dance- fall out boy

Fuck me pumps- Amy winehouse

Eric- Mitski

Midnight love- girl in red

Monks- frank ocean

Espresso- Sabrina carpenter

ty for the tag @gloricbr !!

tagging: @biloverd @schizophrenicfemme 🫶

thank you for tagging @hamlettee 🩵 the playlist of my url!

ma meilleure ennemie (stromae + pomme)

ordinary world (red)

overwhelmed (ryan mack)

sorry 4 that much (feid)

suite no.2 for jazz orchestra: vii. waltz ii (dmitri shostakovich)

innuendo (queen)

nunca estoy (c.tangana)

good old-fashioned lover boy (queen)

slow it down (benson boone)

gosh s songs where a pain to find! but i feel proud of it 🙂‍↕️

Tagging @sainztander @5ainz @f1amboyant @f1-stuff @vicsbasement @chiliconsharls @beabnormal24, if you want:)