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Who do you think it’s about?
(I wrote you letters part 2)



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Summery: Part 2 of I wrote you, After you and reconnected at the café, you both head back to your apartment to catch up but of course thrusts get steamy very quickly
Warnings: strap on used (r! Receives), fingering (r! Receiving), eating out (Both Receiving), language, 18+ MDNI, LMK if I missed anything :)
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You and Billie ran through the rain, stopping to dance in puddles and kiss under street lights. By the time you reached your apartment, you were both drenched. You struggled with your keys as you unlocked the door; once inside, you took off your dripping wet hoodie and took Billie’s jacket as well, handing them both up to dry. You gave Billie the ‘grand tour’ of your small apartment. From the attached kitchen/ living area to the bathroom and bedroom. “It’s nice!” Billie tried to sound genuine, but this, compared to her house, which may as well have been a mansion, was pretty much a shed. “It’s all I could afford.” You nudged her before heading back into the bedroom to get a change of clothes. “Wait, no! I’m serious, it’s like cozy mama, I actually like it.” Billie shouted from the living area as she messed with the trinkets on your bookshelf.
You came back into the room wearing an oversized T-shirt and some sweatpants. You handed some folded clothes to Billie, who was still wearing her wet clothes. “Well, thank you. Here it’s just one of the tops you left at my old place and I think my shorts will fit you.” You blushed, realising you just admitted to keeping more of her clothes. She looked at the small pile you handed her and back at you with a smile. “Thanks, mama.” You spun on your feet so your back was to her so she could get changed. “So, how’s Finneas? I saw his tour started.” You tried to make any type of conversation while you heard the rustling of clothes behind you. “He’s good. Him and Claudia have been texting me all day asking how it went. I actually think he went on stage late because he was waiting for me to reply.” She laughed as she tapped your shoulder, letting you know she’s decent. You turned around and tilted your head. She looked so good, as she always did. “Did you reply?” She grabbed her phone off the side table and passed it to you, letting you read the text between them. A group chat called ‘get Y/N back’, which of course you laughed at. There were a lot of messages from Finneas and Claudia asking if Billie had found you, asking what she was going to say. A message from Claudia in all caps saying ‘BILLIE WE ARE DYING HERE HOW DID IT GO!!’. You scrolled up to see a Billie’s message. It said, “I’m here. She’s sat at our table. God, she’s so beautiful. Okay, I’m going in. Let me get my girl back!” You can’t hide the toothy grin from your face as you pass Billie’s phone back. “You really should reply to them.” She nods and turns her phone onto camera, pointing it at both of you in selfie mode. You kiss her cheek, and she snaps the photo, sending it to the group chat. Her phone blows up, ping after ping. Finneas said, “Thank god Y/N, Billie has been pinning about you for two years straight!” And then Claudia, “ OMG OMG OMG!! Hi Y/N, we missed you!!” Billie rolls her eyes and turns her phone off, putting it back on the table.
Billie makes herself comfortable on the couch as you flip through the movies on Netflix looking for something to put on, “There is literally nothing good.” You toss the remote onto your coffee table and turn to Billie crossed legged. She followed suit and faces you. “Who was Lunch about?” You ask point blank as if you’d been holding the question back since you first saw her. Billie let out a huffed laugh and looked down to her lap before pushing her hair out of her face as she looking back at you. “Who do you think it’s about?” You scoffed, crossed your arms like a child, again, “some bitch called Claire?” This made Billie roll over laughing. You tried to hide your laugh as well but failed. “Y/N it was clearly about you.” She licked her bottom lip. You felt your cheeks burn so you awkwardly cleared your throat, “It was a really good album and the tour looked amazing Bils.” Billie hummed in response so you awkwardly continued talking, “and your song with Charli was… nice.” She raised an eyebrow still looking at you making your cheeks burn even hotter, “nice huh?” You don’t reply just nod. Billie tilts her head leaning closer to your ear before whispering, “do you still have them?” You knew exactly what she was talking about. God half the world knew what she was talking about. The lacy black pair of underwear with the little bows, that she’d bought for you when you both when to Tokyo for valentine day a few years ago. “I do.” You refused to make eye contact, you knew if you did you’d see that look in her eyes. The look that said ‘bed now’ and of course you’d obey.
“Y/n, look at me.” Her tone was low and dominating; you did as you were told, looking at her as her thumb lifted your chin and ran across your bottom lip. “Very good.” And that was it. You were hers, putty in her hands and she knew it. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling the slick liquid creeping its way down your thighs. “What do you want, baby?” She already knew what you wanted; she just wanted to hear you say it. “I want you, Billie. No, I need you.” You begged, and she let you, enjoying every second of hearing you whimper. She stood up and lifted you over her shoulder, straight to the bedroom, shutting the door with her foot behind her. She threw you down onto the bed, standing over you with that grin. “Where is it?” She asked. You pointed to the bottom drawer of the dresser; Billie walked over, opening the dresser and pulling out the strap, the one you both bought after a week of dating. You were too horny to be embarrassed that you still had it. You watched as she took her shorts off and attacked the strap to the harness before putting it on. You took your clothes off as well. She walked back over to you and crawled on top of you. Her hands ghosted your body, over your nipples and down your hips you closed your eyes and bucked your hips up towards her. She was moving painfully slow, savouring every second.
Finally, she ran two fingers across your core, rubbing at your most sensitive area, making you gasp, “fuck!” You felt her smile against your neck before sucking on it, leaving a big purple mark. She began kissing down your body, stopping briefly at your nipples before continuing down. She wasted no time before burying her face between your legs, holding them open as she used her tongue to drive you insane; you felt every flick, which made you moan louder. She mumbled against you, “You taste so good, Mama.” You couldn’t even form a sentence; all you did was grip her hair, hoping she wouldn’t stop. You felt her stuck at your core and that was it; your back arched as you screamed her name, cumming on her tongue. She slowly lifted her head, and you could see your slick all down her chin.
She crawled back up to you, kissing you deeply as the strap rubbed against your now sensitive core. “Fuck, I’ve missed making you scream my name, mama.” You whispered at her words, not realising she was angling the strap so she could start fucking you. Before you knew it, you felt her bottom out inside you. You both moaned loudly. She let you adjust before she started moving, starting off slow and progressively getting faster and harder. She panted as she pounded into you, muttering to herself as she did so. Your eyes rolled back as you felt her hit your G-spot perfectly over and over again. “Billie!” You gripped onto her shoulder, letting your nails dig into her skin. She hissed and sped up her thrusts. “God, mama, I’m gonna cum! You gonna cum with me like a good girl?” You nodded frantically as she started counting down, “5… 4…. 3… 2…. Oh fuck! 1… cum on my dick, mama!” Your body began to shake as you let out a breathy moan while you came all over the strap. Billie held your shoulders down as she came with you, “fuck, that’s my good girl!!” She thrust into you a few more times before pulling out and lying down next to you, panting. She put her arm under you and pulled you towards her so your head was resting on her chest. You gently kissed her boobs as they rose and fell. “Can you stay over tonight?” You asked between heavy breaths. “Of course mama, we have two years to catch up on.” You hummed as you both laid there catching your breath.
After a few minutes, you propped yourself up on your elbows, looking at Billie. “I wanna do you…” She raised an eyebrow at you, wanting clarification. “You know I don’t receive, baby. I don’t like the feeling of the strap inside me.” You shook your head lightly, kissing across her chest. “No, I mean, I wanna taste you, Bils.” She smiled and let out a hungry sigh before nodding. You slowly lowered yourself down her body, kissing every inch. Billie watched you intensely. You got in between her legs, looking up at her for permission. She nodded as she pulled your hair back out of your face. You lowered your face between her legs and instantly started sucking at her core, running your tongue through her wet folds. She pulled your hair and moaned, “fuck mama! Don’t stop!” You shook your head left to right, making her squeeze her thighs around you, almost crushing your head. She was about to cum already, and you knew it. You doubled your efforts, making her moan louder and try to sit up. You pushed her back down. “Y/n, I’m gunna-“ before she could finish her sentence, she came all over your face. Not just a little, she squirted as she screamed your name. You looked up from between her legs, seeing her body twitch and her eyes roll back. You kissed back up her body and laid on top of her. “Was I that good?” Billie just kissed your head still trying to catch her breath. Safe to say you were definitely that good.
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I wrote you letters.
(Part 1?)



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Summery: Your ex girlfriend turns up to your favourite café after two years of no contact.
Warnings: language, Angst, LMK if I missed anything :)
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You walked into your favourite café, the cosy aromas and the smell of fresh coffee filling the air. The barista, the one with red hair and a forearm tattoo of marine life, welcomed you and already had your usual order ready for you, with your favourite type of cookie, free of charge. You thanked them and took your drink to the corner table by the window so you could people-watch. You’d always loved people-watching; you’d make up stories for everyone who looked slightly interesting. You used to do it all the time with… No. You’d promised yourself you’d stop thinking about her. She left without saying a word.
A few hours went by and you’d had two refills. You were reading your book when you heard the bell above the door chime. You didn’t lift your head. You thought, once whoever entered had sat down, your peak over and make up a ridiculous story for them as well. But you heard the chair across from you scrape the floor. “Can I sit?” That voice. The low tone of it ran through your brain like a painful memory. You looked up to her. Billie fucking Eilish, the girl who left without a word.
She didn’t wait for you to answer, just sat across from you looking at you with those blue eyes. You didn’t know what to say or do: get up and leave? Yell at her for leaving you? You didn’t get the chance. “Still your favourite place to people-watch?” She sounded sad, like she was trying to be gentle while she spoke but was holding back what she really wanted to say. “What are you doing here, Billie?” She noticed the shake in your tone. You were mad, obviously, but you couldn’t make yourself sound like it. She let out a sigh, “You’re a hard person to track down, Y/N. I had to get Finneas to follow your Instagram. But of course, you’d be here.” Billie took the cookie off your plate, the one you’d been saving, and took a bite. Her eyes never left yours.
“You didn’t answer my question. You fucking leave without any explanation, no goodbye, nothing, then what, two years later show up and take my fucking cookie?” She laughs at the last part. You wanted to sound so serious, but you just shouted at her for taking your cookie. “I’ll buy you another cookie, darling.” You scoffed and folded your arms like a child. “I don’t want another cookie. I want an explanation.” You finally broke eye contact, looking out the window. It was starting to rain. Jesus, was this a shitty rom-com? “I had to go on tour, Y/n. I didn’t want to drag you around the world. Moving every other day, you have a job, a family, a life. I couldn’t do that to you.” You turned to her, giving her a look she’d never seen before. “fucking tour? I’d have come with you, Billie! I’d have taken leave from work, I could have Face-timed my family. You were my life. I’d have gone around the world time and time again for you!” You felt tears forming in your eyes. Why did she have to show up now? Why didn’t she just fucking leave it alone? You wiped your eye with the sleeve of your hoodie. Billie finally realised, and a faint smile crept onto her face. “You’re wearing my hoodie.” Shit. You couldn’t let her know you’d worn it almost every day. It used to smell like her.
“I wrote to you. Cliché, I know, and I understand you were… are mad, but you can’t say I didn’t say anything. I said everything.” You pause. Her words took you by surprise; she must have been lying. “I- I didn’t… you didn’t write?” You almost saw the gears turning in her brain. Her eyebrows furrowed. You knew her. She wasn’t lying. “Y/N, I wrote every day before I went on stage. Every fucking day.” Billie looked as though she was about to cry now. The rain bounced off the ground outside and tapped against the window. “I never got any letters, Billie…” All the anger you’d held for the last two years had instantly dissipated. She had tried to reach you. You looked down at her hand on the table; subconsciously, yours fell on top of it, squeezing it slightly. “If I had, I’d have written back. Or I don’t know, come to one of your shows, I’d have done something.” Billie’s hooded eyes finally met yours again. She knew you meant it. You loved her, or at least she hoped you still did. That’s why she came here. For the last two years, you’d all she could think about. Even if you hated her, she had to see you again.
You both stayed silent for a couple of minutes, just staring at each other, not needing words to communicate. Finally, she broke the silence, “Do you hate me?” Her question felt like someone had just pushed a dagger into your heart. Her voice was so delicate, as if your answer would shatter her into a million pieces. “I thought I did. But I don’t think I could ever hate you, Bils. Even before today, I was trying to because it was easier, but fuck sake, I love you.” You let out a sad laugh; a weight had just lifted off your shoulders as you realised all the mornings telling yourself you hated her as soon as you woke up just so you could manage to get out of bed were just coping mechanisms; there was no truth in those words. “I love you too, and I’m sorry, Y/N,” Billie’s hand finally squeezed yours back, the sad smile on her face still there but different. She wasn’t sad because she thought you hated her; she was sad about the time you’d spent apart. “Can we try again? I’ve missed my girl.” You can’t help but smile, “Your girl, huh?” Billie rolled her eyes and bite back a smile, “Yeah, my girl.” You look at her across the table; god, you’ve missed that face. All it took was a slight nod for her to lean over the table and kiss you. It’s short but passionate, as if the last two years never even happened. “Come on, I can show you my new apartment.” You stood up and held out your hand to her, which she took, following you out of the café. “You moved?! No wonder you didn’t get my letters! Wow who ever lives in your old apartment has A LOT of mail.”
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You gonna be quiet baby?



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Summery: Billie takes you out to get burrito but she gets carried away and things escalate very quickly and you have to stay quiet.
Warnings: Smut, Dom billie, Sub reader, fingering (r! Receiving), public, 18+ MDNI, LMK if I missed anything :)
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“Can I get two vegan burritos, please?” You watched as your girlfriend ordered your lunch and made her way back over to the table. She smiled at you in a way you knew all too well. “What?” You asked as she sat down across from you. She shrugged, still with that damn smile plastered across her face. You rolled your eyes and laughed just as a middle-aged Greek man brought over your food. You both thanked him. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” Billie hadn’t taken her eyes off you since she’d sat back down. Though you had just taken a huge bite out of a messy burrito, she still complemented you. You blushed, trying to chew and swallow your food fast enough to say thank you and ask where that came from. Before you could get your words out, she continued,
“Honestly, if I could have you right here, right now, I would.” Her eyes were hooded, she was smiling hard as your face went the brightest shade of red. “Billie!” You looked around the room to make sure no one heard. Billie kept her eyes on you as her foot kicked yours a little; was she really trying to play ‘footsies’ with you right now? Eventually, she stood up and moved around the table, sitting on the seat next to you. You lowered your eyebrows, trying to figure out her game here, but her expression wasn’t giving you any hints. You finally figured it out when her hand ghosted over your inner thigh. You almost choked on your food. You turned to look at her, but she didn’t flinch. Her hand finally met your thigh and moved higher and higher, ever so slowly. “You gonna be quiet, baby?” Her words almost sent you over the edge; was she really going to finger you in a fast-food restaurant? In public?! You nodded slowly, not daring to make eye contact with anyone, especially your girlfriend whose hand was undoing the button and zip on your jeans under the table. As her hand slipped under your pants and underwear, you saw the corner of her lip lift up to a smirk, she whispered, “so wet? I haven’t even touched you yet.” You didn’t respond, just hid your moan in a deep breath. Billie didn’t make it easy for you not to react as she ran her finger through your slick folds. Your breath was shaking as you squeezed your thighs together trying to subconsciously beg for mercy. Billie shook her head as she used her other hand to start eating her burrito. “Open.” She commanded, you did as you were told and without hesitation you felt her fingers finally enter you. You gripped onto the table trying to find any bit of composure. Billie smiled to her self pumping her fingers faster and deeper. “God you’re so cute, you wanna moan baby?” She whispered in your ear, making you weak. You looked down at the table seeing your knuckles turning white as your grip tightened. Billie looked at you, “I asked a question mama.” Her voice was quiet but demanding. You knew you had to answer but you weren’t sure if you could open your mouth without screaming her name, “Y- yes.” You managed. You felt billies gaze leave you and her grin creep back onto her face, “yes what? Yes you wanna moan for me?” Your hips bucked forwards wanting more and Billie accepted the request adding another finger. “Y- yes I wanna- fuck… I wanna moan.”
Your voice was barely a whisper but Billie heard you. She hummed, keeping a fast rhythm as she moved her fingers inside you. “Poor baby.” You groaned. As you were about to reply the middle-aged Greek man came back over and asked if you guys were finished. You couldn’t make eye contact. What if Billie wanted you to answer him? You couldn’t hold back your moans for much longer. “I’m finished thank you, she’ll be finished any minute now I’m sure, You’ll be finished any seconded now won’t you baby?” You could practically hear Billie smile as she said that. All you managed was a slight nod. Luckily the Greek man took that as queue to come back in a little bit to take your plates. Billie doubled her effort wanting to make you cum in public. “Come on mama, cum for me.” You bit back you moans as you tipped over the edge, you head fell forward and your body shook but you stayed quite just like Billie had told you too.
She slowly took her hand out of your pants and smiled to herself, “Well done sweetheart.” You tried to catch your breath as you looked at her. You couldn’t be mad when she made you feel so fucking good. She finally turned to you with that god damn grin. “You’re even more beautiful when you cum for me.” She laughed to herself self and you couldn’t help but join her. You both finished your food and stood up to leave. Just as you were about to walk out the door, the Greek man stopped you and said quietly, “I’m sorry, it’s just… your erm… jeans are undone?” Your face beamed red as you turned to Billie who was bent over laughing. Of course she was.
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It’s Not Cheating If I Love You Right?



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Summery: You attend a party with your boyfriend, but when he ditches you, you try find a quiet place to compose yourself but you end up in billies room…
Warnings: Smut, Bottom reader, Top Billie, strap on used, cheating, 18+ MDNI, LMK if I missed anything
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You looked around the party trying to find your boyfriend, but of course he’d gone off to do his own thing. You sighed and made your way out of the crowded room. Once away from the bulk of the party, you snuck into a quiet room, closing the door behind you and letting out a huff of air you didn’t know you were holding. “Hey, mama?” You jumped and turned around to see Billie propping herself up on her elbows in bed. “Shit, sorry, Billie, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just got so overwhelmed with the party, I needed to get away.” Billie nodded, wiping the sleep out of her eyes. “It’s cool. Where’s your dickhead boyfriend?” She smiled to herself at her not-so-subtle dig. “Who knows? He’s drunk, so your guess is as good as mine. I’m just so over this! He dragged me here and then ditched me the second any alcohol got in his system.” You slumped onto the faux leather chair in the corner of the room. Billie watched your every move. Finally, she shuffled back against the wall and lifted her blanket up. “Come lie down for a bit, don’t get upset.” You groaned as you pushed yourself up, making your way into Billie’s bed, automatically becoming the little spoon. “Thanks, billy.” She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer. You both lay in silence, listening to the muffled sounds of the party downstairs. You pushed your hips back a bit subconsciously. You felt something hard in Billie’s oversized shorts. “Have you really got a strap on right now?” You chuckled as her hands made their way to your hips. “What can I say? I’m always prepared.” She pushed her hips back against yours, grinding the strap against you. “We shouldn’t.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince Billie or yourself. Your boyfriend was somewhere downstairs at the party. “We shouldn’t.” Billie’s soft voice interrupted your thoughts, yet you both kept pushing against one another. “Maybe we can just keep doing this. He’s a dick, but I wouldn’t cheat.” Billie nodded in agreement. You put your hand on hers and moved it to your core, her fingers pushed slightly against your jeans putting pressure on your sensitive area. You knew it was wrong but there was something about her that made it feel so right. Eventually, you turned to face her, her eyes hooded as she looked back at you like she already knew what you were about to say. “Maybe we could kiss, just a little?” She wasted no time before locking her lips with yours, pulling you on top of her while you rolled your hips over the strap. It didn’t take long for her to take your shirt off and then her own. You moaned slightly into her mouth as she bucked her hips up. “Mama, if we don’t stop soon, I’m not going to be able to…” She said it as if she was warning you, but you’d passed the point of no return. You reached down and pulled the strap out from her shorts. You felt your core clench around nothing in anticipation. Before you knew it, you were both naked, kissing and grinding against one another. You felt Billie smile against your lips as she reached down, pushing the strap into you. “I’m glad your boyfriend ditched you.” You gasped, not fully grasping what she had said. Billie thrusted into you, keeping a steady rhythm. Her hand covered your mouth, making sure you didn’t get too loud. The party was loud; no one would hear you, but she wasn’t taking the chance of someone cutting this short. Her moans mixed with yours as she watched you reach your high, shortly followed by her own. You both panted and staring at each other. “Still feeling overwhelmed, my love?” Billie had a smug look on her face as she pulled the strap out of you, leaving your core feeling empty. She pulled you into a hug and stroked your head. You cuddled into her chest, finally remembering about your boyfriend downstairs. “Bils, it’s not cheating if I love you, is it?” You looked up at her, seeing that smile on her face. “I love you too, mama.”
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