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Miss. Possessive

Warnings: smut, powerbottom!billie (then like sub near the end same w reader), softtop!reader, fingering (b!receiving), cheating, LESBIAN STUFF, GIRL ON GIRL?!?!?!?!? A/N: Requested by @bilswife, thank you sigma heheheheheheheh. Also i just proofread this, holy yapparoni........ W/C: 1.9k ════════════════════════════════════════════ The Spotify launch party buzzed around you like a thousand static shocks - the glow of camera flashes, laughter spilling in waves, clinking glasses, and the buzz of well-known names and faces milling about. But the only thing grounding you was the way Billie moved in the crowd, like a secret you wanted to keep to yourself. She was standing near the bar, hands stuffed casually into the pockets of her baggy black jeans, the fabric hanging loose around her hips with that effortless slouch that made her look both comfortable and untouchable. Her low black top showed just enough skin - the neckline dipped provocatively low, revealing the gentle swell of her cleavage, teasing with shadows and soft skin. Her hair was a wild mess of dark, barely visible, waves and fiery red roots, tousled like she’d just rolled out of bed and stepped into the chaos of the party.

Billie’s thin silver-framed glasses sat low on her nose, almost slipping off as she tilted her head, giving her that signature half-lidded, devil-may-care look you were desperate to steal. And when she smiled - god, that silver grill caught the light like a flash of lightning - sharp and dazzling. Around her neck, the tight silver chain gleamed, layered with her famous silver “blohsh” necklace, which held a crumpled one-dollar bill tucked into her bra, the edge peeking out like a secret only you knew.

Billie leaned against her girlfriend, arm loose but possessive around her waist. Her girlfriend laughed softly, whispering something in Billie’s ear, and your chest tightened painfully. You wanted to be the one she was leaning on. You wanted to be the one who made her laugh like that.

You tried to focus on the crowd, on the congratulations from strangers, on the music pulsing through the walls - but your eyes kept drifting back to Billie. The way her lips curved, the way her fingers traced the silver chain absentmindedly, the way her jeans bagged just right over her hips.

Then, like a shadow slipping through light, Sabrina appeared - loud, confident, and way too close. She sidled up to Billie with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, her hand brushing Billie’s arm lingering longer than necessary.

“Congrats on the album,” Sabrina purred, voice silk but sharp, eyes locked on Billie with something possessive.

Billie smiled politely, laughter soft, but she didn’t pull away.

You could feel the heat rising in your throat. Something bitter and sharp like jealousy settled deep in your stomach.

You tried to keep cool, but your hands clenched into fists at your sides.

Minutes later, when Billie’s girlfriend drifted off to find another drink, you saw your chance.

Billie sat alone at the bar, glassy-eyed but alert, the silver chain resting above her collarbone. Her hair spilled around her face, her red roots catching the dim light, framing those eyes that looked like they were already half a world away.

You slid onto the stool beside her, heart hammering loud enough to drown out the party.

“Hey,” you said, voice steady but low. “You want a ride home?”

Billie blinked, glasses sliding further down her nose. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I’m sober.”

Her eyes scanned your face like she was weighing something. Then she nodded slowly.

“Okay. Yeah, sure.”

You drove quietly, dropping Billie’s girlfriend off first at her place. She stumbled inside without a glance, mumbling words you couldn’t catch.

Billie was silent beside you, watching the streetlights flicker past. You kept stealing glances - the way her lips pressed into a line, the soft twitch of her jaw, the way her fingers toyed nervously with the hem of her top.

When you pulled up to her apartment, Billie hesitated before opening the door. She leaned against the frame for a moment, eyes heavy and searching yours through the side mirror, like she was trying to decide if she really wanted to cross this line.

You stepped out of your car, eyes meeting hers. The dim light shone down on the both of you perfectly.

The silence stretched, thick and electric.

Her glasses caught the streetlight, glinting as she finally whispered, “Can you... stay with me for a minute?”

You nodded, heart thudding, stepping inside with her.

The door shut softly behind you.

The apartment was quiet, the city sounds muted through the windows. The only light came from the streetlamps casting pale shadows.

You stood awkwardly near the door, and Billie moved closer, eyes dark and soft.

Her fingers found yours, lacing together with a tentative warmth.

You lifted your hand to her cheek, tracing the curve gently.

She leaned into your touch, breath hitching.

“I wanted you here,” she murmured, voice low, thick with something like relief.

Your heart slammed in your chest.

She reached up, pushing her glasses higher on her nose, and you caught the flash of her silver grill.

Her lips parted, eyes searching yours, filled with need and something deeper.

She stepped closer, hands resting lightly on your waist, pulling you flush against her.

The heat between you flared.

Then, slowly - with all the patience in the world - she tilted her head and kissed you.

Her lips were soft, but sure, moving with a hunger that made your knees weak. You tasted the sharpness of her grill and the faint tang of whiskey still lingering on her breath. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss, her mouth demanding but tender.

She slid down onto the couch with you, the fabric of her top hugging every curve. You could see the dollar bill tucked beneath the edge of her bra, a reckless detail that made your pulse spike.

Her eyes never left yours.

“You’ve been watching me all night,” she murmured against your lips, voice low and teasing. “Wondering what it’d be like to have me like this.”

You swallowed hard, breath shaky.

“Billie… I- It's not like that..”

A slow smile spread across her face, silver grill flashing in the dim light.

“Oh but it is, Y/N.” she whispered, tracing your jaw with a finger. “I want you. And I know you want me just as bad.”

Your hands slid beneath her shirt, but before you went any further, you looked her dead in the eye, your eyes asking if you can go any further. She chuckled and nodded, her eyes never leaving yours while fingers began exploring the soft skin of her ribs, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened under your touch.

You kissed a trail down her neck, your breath warm and uneven.

“I want you to remember tonight,” she said, voice husky. “Remember who’s yours. Who you belong to.”

Your fingers then moved to the button of her jeans, slow and deliberate as you undid it. You then slowly pulled her jeans down, she lifted her hips up a little just to help with the process. You then discarded her jeans somewhere on the floor, not giving a flying fuck about where it went.

You kissed your way lower, teeth grazing her stomach, your breath teasing and hot.

Your thumb found a sensitive spot, circling, pressing, rubbing, with slow, precise rhythm.

She gasped, arching into your touch.

Your mouth wrapped around her clothed clit, sucking and flicking your tongue expertly, hands steady and demanding.

“Tell me what you want,” you whispered between licks.

“I want you,” she moaned. “I want all of you.”

You laughed softly, your gems glimmering in the light

“You’re mine. Always.”

Your fingers hooked onto her underwear and pulled them down, revealing her soaked cunt. You were practically drooling at the sight, breath fanning over her wet pussy as you grinned like an idiot, causing her to shiver a little. You ran your index finger through her slick folds, slowly, watching them part slowly causing you to chuckle a little before you kissed her already swollen clit, gently, giving it soft gentle pecks as your finger circled her entrance. She whined softly as you finally pushed one finger in, thrusting it in and out of her slowly as your tongue slowly circled her clit, sucking on it from time to time, all while maintaining eye contact with her. She bit her lip as she closed her eyes and threw her head back slowly as she moaned softly. "Uh uh.. eyes on me baby.." You whispered as you slid another finger in, making her open eyes. Your pace quickened, fingers moving deeper, your tongue tracing maddening patterns on her clit, even spelling your name.

She shuddered with pleasure, muscles knotting tight. A knot forming in her stomach, and as she tightened around your fingers. You knew she was getting close, so you slid one last final finger in, curling all 3 of your fingers perfectly, as if you've practiced for this, hitting that soft gummy spot inside her repeatedly.

You rose from in between her thighs and levelled your face with hers, you leaned in. Your lips were on hers but not at the same time. She panted heavily as she stared deep into your eyes, her pupils blown wide, a pleading look from her was all it took, you crashed your lips against hers as her orgasm came and hit her like a truck. Her hips buckled, thighs squished together as she moaned into your mouth.

You slowed your pace helping her ride out her orgasm, until your fingers stilled inside her. She pulled away from the kiss slowly, a string of mixed saliva forming, she was panting heavily, her breathing uneven.

You pulled your fingers out slowly just to tease her a little, your actions coaxing a barely audible whimper from her. You licked the back of your fingers clean before wiping the rest on the couch and resting on top of her, wrapping your arms around her tightly. “I’m the only one you need,” you murmured, voice thick with promise. “Remember that.”

She smiled, breathless and content, the weight of your body grounding her in a way nothing else ever had. "alright Miss. Possessive,"

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