eilishsmuse

[eilishsmuse]

the way you move on the floor

— sorority president!billie eilish x sorority president!fem reader

context. both billie and you finally meet at a SAE party after being busy with all the rushing season going on. as the night goes on, it turns out that you and the pi phi president have a lot more in common than you thought. the two of you spend the rest of the night partying, drinking, dancing, and chatting. making a deal.

cw. drinking, drugs, partying, typical frat boys, swearing, mentions of throwing up, billie is literally the biggest flirt on campus but reader is an even bigger flirt, explicit content, soft billie, lowk romantic, cutoff smut (sorry not sorry)

soundtrack. i like it – enrique iglesias ft pitbull

Finally.

After what seemed like the longest two weeks of your life, the 2024 rushing season was finally over.

Bid Day was a hit, and you congratulated all your new sisters to Delta Gamma. After all the bumping of eager girls and accepting them into the Greek life of UCLA, you could finally wind down.

Being a Big to everyone for tonight, you decided to let all your girls in the chapter know that it was time for a night out over at SAE. As a Big you were supposed to set a standard for the underclassmen, but that 'standard’ was thrown out the window a long time ago.

Plus, you technically 'did' set the standard for them. Have fun and get drunk with your friends.

Right now, you were playing beer pong against one of the newest members of your sorority.

Kaylor? Kayla? Her name started with a K, but you both were pretty buzzed, and if you said either name, you were sure she wasn’t going to care.

As you were drinking out one of the cups, out the corner of your eye, you spotted Billie Eilish, Pi Phi’s new president for this year’s chapter.

You didn’t get to meet her the past few weeks because of all the chaos of rushing and all that.

Billie was well known around campus and even when she got to UCLA as a freshman, there were already rumors she was going to be the president for Pi Phi later on. She was also known for just being hot.

And that she was.

She was also known for just being a natural flirt with everyone on campus.

Rumor has it that she hookups with rich closeted sorority girls. But then again, just a rumor…

As the alcohol settled in your stomach, you could already feel the potent drink do its work, as your worries were all of a sudden off your mind.

"Fuck. I knew I should've pulled trig tonight."

Your tone was full of annoyance and regret. You then heard your VP, Leah, laugh from beside you.

"I literally told you three times before we left the house."

Leah has been your best friend ever since you got to UCLA, and the two of you went through multiple rushes together your freshman year before you two decided to stick with DG. She's basically been your ride-or-die throughout all of college.

"Oh shit, it's Billie."

Leah pointed out, leaning back a little behind you to get a better look at Billie, nearly stumbling over at how far she was leaning back, "You think the rumors are true?"

You then turned to look at Billie as she held a drink in her hand and chatted to a bunch of blondes who laughed at whatever she was saying with the biggest grin on her face.

"Too controversial to answer."

Leah just laughed and took her turn to throw the ping pong ball, "You need to talk to her. You're both the new presidents."

Billie took a drink out of her plastic red cup, not caring that there was definitely way too much alcohol in there, but that's how she always liked it. She was on her 3rd cup at this point and had already lost count of how many shots she's had.

She was having a conversation with Sasha, one of her closest friends and a member of the sorority, when she suddenly felt her friend's hand on her shoulder, grabbing her attention.

"Is that the new president of DG? Hopefully she isn't like Grace. Fucking bitch."

She rolled her eyes as the name 'Grace' passed through her friend's lips, and she looked in the direction where her friend's gaze was directed at. Grace was last year's president, and just an all around snobby-bitch.

Billie was leaning against the wall and watching your sisters play beer pong with you, a cup in your hand.

"Who's that next to her?" Billie asked, trying to get a better look.

"Leah. Her best friend. Also the new VP this year for DG but she's more down to earth and chill." Sasha explained.

"Hm," Billie hummed, still staring at you from a distance, noticing how much you seemed to be talking to your best friend during the game.

"Is she single?"

Sasha rolled her eyes, already knowing where this was going.

"Dude," She groaned, sipping from her drink. "Do you have to flirt with every girl that shows up on campus?"

"Hey," Billie held up her free hand in defense as she downed the rest of her drink and set it down on the nearby ledge, pushing herself away from the wall.

"I'm just making conversation." She winked at her best friend as she started walking forwards in your direction. The alcohol was starting to get to her head as usual, as a small smirk tugged on her lips.

As Leah tried to practice her throw, you looked back towards Billie's direction to see her approaching the two of you, making you double take and widen your eyes.

Immediately hitting Leah on the arm to signal her, only causing the ping pong ball to fly out of her grip.

"Dude!"

You turned at Leah's dramatic tone to see the ping pong ball roll away from the table and get trampled by the dancing crowd. A wince leaving your lips and turning to her, "Sorry."

Leah turns away from you and to the little's across from the table.

"Number one rule! Never distract your partner when it's their turn!"

You furrow your eyebrows at Leah's passive-aggressive tone and roll your eyes, tapping her again. Leah turned over to you again in annoyance.

"Billie's coming."

A small 'Shit' was mumbled from Leah's lips as she tried to make herself look presentable.

Which was not happening.

The two of you were completely buzzed and not appropriately prepared to meet the other sorority's president.

Billie had a smirk on her lips, watching as the ball went flying across the room and the way Leah was yelling, causing her steps to quicken.

She was only a few feet away from you when finally approaching you both.

"Hey." She said, casually leaning against the table, arms crossing and watching as Leah tried to 'act normal'.

Her eyes then flickering over to your form, a smirk still on her lips.

"You're Y/N right? The new president for DG?"

"Billie! Hi!"

Your voice was nice and sweet. You extended your clammy hand out to shake Billie's hand.

"That would be me, yes. It's nice to finally meet you! Rushing was more hectic than I thought it'd be this year."

There was a kind smile on your lips as you spoke, not letting the alcohol that you'd consumed so far phase you. Leah, on the other hand, was still oblivious to Billie being in front of you and still applying her lip gloss.

Sneaking a hand behind your back to hit Leah on her thigh to stop doing whatever she was doing.

Billie took your hand and shook it, noting how soft the skin on your hand was.

She chuckled, still holding onto your hand even after the handshake was done. She was also definitely checking you out, her eyes roaming up and down our body.

"I feel you dude, it's my first year being pres so I'm surprised I survived." Billie joked, letting go of your hand and now wrapping one of her hands around the side of her own hip.

Her gaze moved over to Leah quickly and silently observed your friend for a moment.

She was too busy applying on more lip gloss, completely unaware of Billie's presence and how much time she was taking.

"Who's your friend? She seems...busy."

You turned halfway to Leah to see her drunken state, whipping your head back to Billie with a half smile. Hitting Leah on the arm to signal her to stop putting on her fucking lip gloss.

"This is Leah, my VP this year."

Billie let out a chuckle as she watched you try to get your VP's attention off what she was doing. Seeing her finally snapping out of it and look up.

"Hey," Leah said, a small smile growing on her lips as she noticed Billie next to you.

"Hey," Billie gave a friendly greeting, waving at Leah for a moment.

She had seen Leah from across the room earlier and now up close, she was almost as pretty as you. It was easy to tell that the two of you were close.

"Congrats on being VP this year." Billie said, now putting both hands on her hips.

"Thanks."

There was a sudden, uncomfortable silence, the music being the only thing being heard as you all looked at each other silently.

You cleared your throat and turned to Leah, grabbing her arm and turning to Billie.

"Maybe Leah should meet your new VP?"

Billie's eyes watched as you grabbed Leah's arm, and she hummed in thought for a moment.

"Yeah...sure. Sasha's over there by the wall."

Billie pointed over to the direction where her VP was standing, sipping slowly on her drink as she talked to other members of the sorority, her eyes quickly meeting Billie's as soon as she noticed where her gaze was directed at.

"Cool!"

You gave Leah no time to protest against the idea and nudged her over toward Sasha, leaving Billie and you alone. A soft smile formed on your lips as you looked at her, her blue eyes becoming very intimidating for some weird reason,

"So…"

Billie turned her gaze back to you, the smirk never leaving her lips as her eyes lingered on your features for a moment.

"So," She repeated, still having one hand wrapped around her hip and the other still resting on the table. "How you holding up so far?" She asked, knowing damn well you had both probably been drinking more than necessary.

She tilted her head to the side slightly, a hum leaving her lips as she was waiting for your response.

She was silently studying your body language, her eyes glancing from your face to your chest for a brief moment and back up.

"A little overwhelmed. But honestly excited nonetheless for this year."

Good Y/N. Play it cool.

"What about you?"

Now it was your turn to tilt your head at her and give her a small grin, taking a swig of your drink.

Billie chuckled and nodded for a moment before mirroring the action and taking a sip of her cup as well.

"I'm a bit overwhelmed myself, to be completely honest. But I'm excited for this year too.”

She let out a weary sigh jokingly, her eyes never leaving yours.

Her gaze then lowered again to your figure, this time it seemed like she was studying you a bit more closely. Seeing the way your jean shorts hugged your body perfectly around your hips and thighs and how the top you wore showed off your cleavage just slightly.

You nodded at her statement with an all knowing smile, looking around the crowded frat party. Red cup still in hand as your eyes scanned the party, settling on a guy you used to hang around with.

Your eyes immediately widening as his tall frame walked over to you with a smile. His framed dazzled in his UCLA polo unbuttoned slightly paired with a pair of blue Lululemon shorts and with his ruffled blond hair.

“Oh god, help me.”

Muttering it quickly out your lips and quickly shimming your way into Billie’s arms, grabbing her arms and wrapping them around your waist. Wrapping your around her shoulders and looking up at her as if she was saying something interesting.

“Just go with it.”

Billie was taken by surprise as you suddenly wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled her against you. Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment in confusion but she didn't struggle against it, instead allowing herself to get pulled into your warmth.

She was about to question what you were doing until you suddenly spoke.

"Just go with it."

Not knowing what you were on about, her head turned so she could glance over her shoulders, seeing the guy that you were worried about coming closer.

"Got it." She replied in a whisper.

“What do you think people would think about this? Being two presidents and all?” You say in a fake but evident seductive tone, caressing Billie’s neck with your french tipped nails. Trying to let Aaron know to just walk away.

Looking up at Billie with a hungry look that you only use when you want something.

Billie stayed composed as best she could, watching the guy for a moment before her eyes flicked back to your face, feeling your nails graze her exposed neck.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, noticing how hungry you looked, almost as if you were about to devour her. Her breath hitched slightly in her throat and she tried to form words.

"I don't think… most people would care…" Billie said, glancing down at your lips for a brief moment, realizing how much shorter you were to her.

“I’d hope not,” You whispered on Billie’s lips glancing over her shoulder to still see Aaron there. Rolling your eyes but so only Billie could see it.

“Aaron hey!”

A fake, cheery tone seeping through your voice separating your hands off of Billie’s neck and resting them on her chest so you were still attached to her.

Billie's heart began to beat faster in her chest as she felt your hands move from her neck to her chest, and her breathing came out as sharper and quicker. She was fighting back the urge to stare down at how your hands were resting right by her cleavage.

She forced the smirk back on her lips, looking over to the guy who was now standing in front of you, his body language showing how he was annoyed and jealous.

"Hey, Y/N," He said, not even bothering to acknowledge Billie.

“Sorry I never called back,” You fake apologized with a frown, soothing your hands over Billie’s chest softly, “I got busy with rushing and everything.”

Looking at Aaron with an innocent look, he was a nice guy. He was hot and tall and athletic and rich, everything you could want in a guy, but he was bland in personality. Sex was good with him but definitely could be better.

Aaron kept his gaze focused on you, noticing how your hands were caressing the other girl's chest, something he had gotten so used to you doing to him. He didn't like the way you were touching her, but he stayed composed.

"Yeah, I saw the new girls around campus." He said, keeping his words short. He then eyed Billie, who had stayed silent up to this point.

"You look familiar, have I seen you somewhere before?"

Billie looked from you to Aaron for a moment and shrugged when he asked the question.

"Maybe around campus, I'm usually on campus a lot." She said, trying to keep her voice nonchalant as she felt your hands still moving over her chest. It was increasingly becoming harder for her to keep her cool.

“Billie here is the new Pres for Pi Phi. Isn’t that right Bils?”

Glancing your sweet eyes up to hers with a million dollar smile, your hands still on her chest which could feel her immense heart beat.

"Yep…" Billie said in response, glancing down at your hands for a moment as they continued to move across her clothed chest, and back up to your face.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold back the urge to press you up against the table behind you and kiss you senseless.

"How long have you known each other?" Aaron asked bluntly, his eyes still lingering on you and Billie.

You looked up at Billie expectantly so she could answer the question still giving her a soft smile, feeling her hands grip tighter at your hips.

Billie took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as you looked up at her with an expectant look on your face.

Her brain was becoming increasingly clouded as her hands continued to grip your hips tighter, noticing how small you felt under her grasp.

"Uh-" She began, clearing her throat slightly. "About a month now…yeah…"

She glanced over at Aaron, his facial expression hadn't changed, he was still looking at the both of you with slight annoyance.

"A month, huh?" He said, and crossed his arms against his chest, shifting his focus away from Billie and back to you. "We've been together for like…eight months."

"Hooking up, Aaron," You immediately butt in as the blond boy finished his sentence, "We've been hooking up for eight months."

Aaron's face immediately turned into a mixture of anger and hurt, he didn't expect you to say it out loud and in front of the other President no less.

He shot you a death glare, his eye narrowing slightly and his hands clenching into fists for a moment before he tried to regain his composure.

"Why not just give it another chance, sweetheart?" He tried to convince, ignoring Billie. "We were good together."

A flash of disgust spreads on your face for a millisecond at his pet name for you, immediately covering it up with a fake smile, patting hit chest with your hand softly.

"Goodbye, Aaron."

Sliding your hand off Aaron's chest slyly and taking Billie's hand in yours, leading her past the table and weaving through the crowds of students that danced. Halting in an instant, finding a spot on the floor and turning around to Billie, giving her an look of expectancy.

Billie was silently following beside you as you led her around the table, her hand interlocked with yours as you continued to weave your way through the crowds.

She could feel the way Aaron's eyes burned into the back of her head, knowing damn well he was pissed that you were now with her of all people.

When you halted in your tracks, Billie stumbled slightly before steadying herself, suddenly being spun around to face you, her eyes meeting yours, an expectant look on your face.

"What?" She asked with a laugh, noting the expectant look you had on your face

"I love this song," You replied with a smile, 'I Like It' by Enrique Iglesias blasted through the speakers that surrounded the fraternity house. People began jumping up and down to the music, yelling the lyrics to each other, or dancing with one another by swaying side to side.

Billie let out a low hum, listening to the beginning of the song for a moment, her eyes watching the people around her who were beginning to sing and dance. Some people were even grinding on each other.

She turned her attention back to you, a smirk on her lips as her eyes locked back onto yours.

"You wanna dance?"

A fake gasp left your lips as you laid a hand on your chest and an immediate smile formed on your lips, "Why I thought you'd never ask!" Looping your arms around Billie's neck and letting one of your hands bury itself in her soft, black hair.

Billie chuckled at your reaction, watching you dramatically gasp and pout before looping your arms around her neck. She could feel one of your hands weaving into her hair, and she subconsciously leaned into the touch.

Her own arms immediately wrapped around your waist, her hands resting just above your ass and pulling you closer to her so your hips were touching.

She let out a breathless laugh as she began to sway them together to the rhythm.

They remained at a gentle swaying motion for a while, Billie's eyes looking down at you as you pressed against her, your hips now touching firmly.

She was slightly taller than you which allowed her to look down at you pretty easily, her breath still coming out in quick pants, her hands still resting firmly around your waist, her grip being just tighter than it needs to be.

"You smell nice." She muttered suddenly, her eyes roaming over your features.

"Le Labo," You commented, not letting the way Billie's hands gripped your waist go unnoticed, flashing her a knowing smile. Looking into her blue eyes and realizing how easy it was to fall for anything she did, now fully believing in the rumors. You couldn't blame the girls though, especially with the way Billie had a way with her eyes.

You gripped her hair in the softest way that you could and leaned into her ear, "Are the rumors true?"

Pulling back away from her ear with a smirk on your lips and a tilt of your head, still continuing to sway your hips to the music.

Billie's heart beat a bit faster in her chest when you moved your head closer to her, her breath hitching in her throat to hearing your whispering voice question the rumors.

She leaned in close, her lips skimming the shell of your ear as she responded. "Which ones?"

Her eyes flicked down to your smirking lips before back up to your face, her hands still holding you by the hips, not letting you get too far away from her.

She continued to sway them together, keeping a steady rhythm as they danced to the music. Occasionally she would glance around them, noticing how a few eyes were on the both of you.

Most likely from the fact that two sorority girls, leaders of the schools sororities, were holding each other so closely and dancing so intimately with each other.

Billie didn't care though. She ignored how people's eyes lingered on them and kept her focus on you.

She hummed softly, her eyes now roaming over your face, taking in every small detail, how your hair was slightly messy from dancing, and the natural redness in your cheeks from the alcohol.

“Don’t play coy Eilish…” You teased with a smile, softening the grip you had on Billie’s hair.

Letting your eyes roam to her plump, pink lips that carried a soft look that was too inviting and enticing to the naked eye. You took in a sharp breath and looked back up into Billie’s eye with a shrug, “I don’t blame you, some of the girls from the other chapters aren’t all that bad.”

Billie chuckled at the way you teased her, hearing the way you spoke her last name, something about how you said it made her heart flutter.

Her gaze shifted back to your face, watching you look at her lips, her tongue darting out to moisten them as your eyes roamed over her features.

Her grip on your hips shifted, her hands now moving to your lower back, her hands splaying across the fabric of your top and resting right above your ass.

She rolled her eyes softly, amused by your comment.

"Oh really, you don't blame me?"

Her hands on your back began to wander, exploring the soft expanse of your skin under your shirt.

Her brain was becoming increasingly clouded as the alcohol and the sensation of you pressed up against her body began to overwhelm her. She could feel the heat from your body and it was making her head become hazy.

Her eyes were now fixated on your neck for a moment, noticing the way your skin glowed under the lights of the club. The urge to press her lips to the skin there nearly becoming unbearable.

Your heart began to beat out your chest and through every other part of your body, feeling every touch and look Billie give you, deep inside. Wetting your lips with a slow drag of your tongue across both lips, bitting your lips to restrain any feelings that were ready to fully pounce onto Billie.

Letting out a small chuckle and looking down at the necklace that rested on Billie’s chest, taking it in your hand and gently rubbing the cool metal.

“Y’know if you wanted to hook up, you could just ask?”

Billie chuckled breathlessly at your comment, her eyes following your tongue as it moved across your lips slowly. Her eyes darkened slightly as she watched your teeth bite into the sensitive skin before looking down at her necklace that was in your grasp.

She swallowed thickly as your fingers began to gently play with the metal of the chain wrapped around her neck.

Her own hands continued to move across your body, her fingers still tracing the lines of your spine. She could feel the heat growing in her stomach, burning with an all familiar want.

"Is that an offer?"

“Depends…”

Dropping Billie’s necklace back on her chest and trailing your hand on her chest and up to her neck, lightly scraping your french tipped nails on her soft, pale skin. Looking up into her beautiful blue eyes with a look she’s probably familiar with.

“What would you say?”

Billie's eyes fluttered shut briefly as your hand moved back up to her neck, her breath shuddering when you scraped your nails gently along her skin.

She shivered under your touch, her neck leaning into your palm slightly and her own hands now gripping your hips a bit tighter than before.

She let out a breathless laugh, opening her eyes to look back at you with a smirk. "You're gonna regret it if I agree to it."

A small laugh leaves your lips at her assumption before you licked your lips with a tilt of your head, narrowing your eyes in curiosity.

“Why would that be Billie?”

Billie bit down on her bottom lip, watching the way you licked your lips as you looked at her with a smirk. Her own eyes flicked over your features, her grip on your hips still holding onto you tightly, almost as if she was scared that you'd pull away from her.

She chuckled lowly as you tilted your head and looked at her with a curious look on your face. Her own eyes darkened as she looked down at you, her lips curving to form her smirk again.

"Because," she began, her breath coming out in pants. "You won't be able to walk straight tomorrow."

Your eyes widen in a sense of shock along with a laugh as you leaned your head into her chest, leaning back with a surprised smile. Closing your eyes for a few seconds to try and rid the dirty thoughts from your mind.

Opening your eyes to see Billie’s hungry gaze, “Okay then, let’s make a deal…”

Taking in a small breather and giving Billie a small, gentle smile.

“We hook up and I get to see if the rumors are true and you are as good as they all say, but if you aren’t then you have to live with the embarrassment. But if you do manage to make me not walk straight then you earn bragging rights.”

As you leaned your head into her chest, Billie chuckled at your shocked expression and laughed along with you.

Her hands still gripping your hips slightly as she watched you open your eyes, her expression slowly shifting to a look of need as she listened to your next words.

A smirk slowly formed on her lips as you gave her a smile but with a hint of a challenge. Her eyes darkened as she watched your face for a moment, listening to your words intently, her grip on your hips tightening slightly.

She nodded her head slowly, her eyes never leaving your face. "Deal."

Without warning you stopped the sway of your hips and let your hands leave Billie’s body, grabbing her hand in yours and guiding her through the party. Weaving through multiple students that were drunkenly dancing.

Finally reaching the door and bidding the president of the fraternity goodbye, Billie’s hand still in yours as she followed like a lost dog.

“Where’s your car?”

Billie followed you silently, her eyes roaming over the various frat boys and sorority girls who were drunk out of their minds and dancing up against each other, holding onto red solo cups that they no doubt filled with alcohol.

She kept her hand in yours, gently intertwining the fingers as you led her out the doorway of the fraternity house, the cool night air feeling refreshing against her heated skin.

She paused for a moment as you asked her where her car was. "Parked across the road."

Your eyes follow to where Billie motioned her head to see a black Porsche 718 Cayman and laughing softly to yourself.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Billie chuckled as you looked across the road to her Porsche, which gleamed in the street light. She rolled her eyes at your comment as she began to walk across the road, your hand still in hers.

"She’s my baby." She exclaimed as she fished her keys out of her pocket, unlocking the car and opening the passenger door for you.

As you stepped into the passenger seat, Billie shut the door behind you, making her way around the car and getting into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life as she pushed down on the clutch and the fuel pedal, the car taking off down the street.

Billie didn’t say anything as she maneuvered her way through the traffic, her hands gripping the steering wheel, her knuckles turning slightly white.

The silence between you was deafening, but not uncomfortable as she drove the both of you to the Pi Phi sorority house.

While the drive was silent with the car radio playing in the background quietly, your heart began to beat even faster as the car passed the familiar street of sorority houses.

You’d never been nervous or anxious to hook up with anyone like this before in your life, let alone presidents to Greek chapters, but it was Billie so this was different.

After a few minutes, Billie finally pulled up in front of her sorority house, immediately putting the car into park and shutting off the engine.

The sudden silence was almost deafening as the two of you sat in the car, the only sound being Billie’s heavy breathing and the occasional car driving by.

She turned to look at you, her eyes dark and filled with a multitude of emotions as she waited for your next move.

Billie let out a small chuckle at your innocent smile that you flashed her and stepped out of the car, making her way around to open the door for you.

She offered you her hand to assist you out of the car, her blue eyes looking down at you with a smirk. “Let’s go.”

A laugh left your lips as you rolled your eyes at Billie’s chivalrous actions much different from the actions that she was going to do to you inside the house.

Accepting her hand into yours as you stepped out the car, muttering a small thank you.

As you took her hand in yours, Billie gently pulled you out of the car, her fingers lacing through yours as she began to lead you into the sorority house and through the front door.

The house was relatively quiet, with a few girls still milling around who came from parties early. Most of them were in their bedrooms getting ready for bed or already asleep.

Billie closed the door behind you both in the entrance hall, turning her gaze back down onto you as she looked down at your smaller form.

She led you through the entrance hall towards the stairs and began climbing them, glancing back every now and then to make sure you were still following her.

Billie walked down the hallway of the second floor, pausing in front of her bedroom door as she twisted the knob and pushed it open, letting you walk in first.

She closed the door behind her, locking it in the process, her hands shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans. Her eyes darted around her room before landing back on you.

There was a comfortable silence as both of you stared at one another until your hands began to trail behind your body to unzip the corset top you wore. Keeping eye contact with Billie as your top fell to the ground leaving the top of your body nude. Kicking off your shoes to the side.

The warm light of her lamp shining on your body, your jean shorts still in as well as the necklaces the decorated your neck nicely.

Billie licked her lips as she watched you unzip the corset you were wearing, her eyes glued to your every move as you let it fall onto the floor. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of your bare skin under the warm light of her room.

Her gaze darkened as she ran her eyes all over your body, her eyes flicking up and down your figure, taking in your every detail.

"Take your shorts off." She said quietly, her eyes now looking at your jean shorts.

A smile played on your lips as you tilted your head at Billie, “Come take them off, will you?”

Studying the way her confident demeanor still held up as she let her eyes wander on your body.

As you tilted your head at her, a smirk played on your lips as you spoke, a challenge in your tone. Billie chuckled lowly in response, her eyes wandering over your figure again, her gaze darkened as she felt you staring at her.

Without any hesitation, she took a few steps towards you, her hands coming up to grab your hips. She pulled you closer to her, her hands sliding up your bare back until they reached the top of your shorts.

Her fingers began to tug on the fabric slowly, pulling them down off of your hips.

She stepped back as the shorts fell down your legs, leaving you only in your laced panties, your body still on display for her to see. Her eyes remained on your body as she took in every detail, her hands still hovering over your hips.

"Lay down on the bed."

Her voice was commanding, her eyes looking into yours as she issued the order, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.

You shook your head before gripping at Billie’s collar and pulling her in for a kiss. A kiss that was on your mind the whole night.

Her pink, plump lips finally landing on yours as you moaned in content at the soft feeling and taste of her lips. Wrapping your arms around her neck as your hands got lost in her hair as her cap fell off.

Billie exhaled a breath as she felt you pull her in, not expecting your lips to connect with hers. Her eyes widened in surprise but quickly closed as your hands found their way to her hair, her cap falling to the floor.

She melted against you, her arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to her. Her hands gripping your sides as she felt you moan against her mouth, her tongue gliding past your parted lips to meet yours.

As Billie’s tongue danced with yours you smiled into the kiss, gripping at her hair even harder than before. Feeling Billie’s hands trail down your back and to your ass, picking you up in one swift movement.

A yelp along with a laugh left your lips, wrapping your legs around Billie’s waist as she carried you to her bed. Still having your lips on hers as she made the small walk.

Billie couldn’t help but smile against your mouth as she heard you laugh at the sudden change in position. She held you up against her, her hands gripping onto your thighs and holding you against her waist as she carried you over to the bed, her grip on you being firm but gentle.

She laid you down on the bed gently, crawling up on top of you, her body resting between your legs without any weight being applied to you. Her lips moved against yours hungrily, her lips tracing your jaw and down to your neck.

Your head tilted back to give Billie better access at your neck as a gentle moan spilled out your mouth. Pressing the back of Billie’s head further into your neck while your free hand gripped at the hem of her baggy shirt.

“Take it off…”

Billie nodded against your skin as she continued to kiss and nuzzle your neck. She could feel you pressing her head further down, causing her to moan softly against you, the sound muffled by your skin.

Her hands came up to the hem of her shirt as her mind began to register that you wanted it off. She gripped the soft fabric in her fingers and began to pull it up over her head, dropping it on the floor next to the bed.

Your hands roamed over her now bare skin, causing her to gasp softly. Her soft lips went back to the sensitive skin of your neck as she felt your palms roaming up her sides, tracing the subtle curves of her skin.

She could smell your signature scent in her bed, it was intoxicating mixed with your presence, making her want to just ravish you.

"Fuck…" She muttered against your neck, pressing more kisses to your skin as she felt you run your hands over her abs.

She could feel her body heating up as your hands continued to roam across her skin, a shiver running up her spine as your fingers brushed against her stomach.

"I'm gonna ruin you…"

She mumbled against your neck, her lips beginning to move down your neck and to your collarbone. Her teeth gently grazed over your skin, biting and sucking here and there, leaving small pink marks in their wake.

“Fuck me already Eilish…”

The words left your lips in a dirty and hot tone, a smile evident through your voice as well. Scraping your nails against Billie’s abs down to the button of her baggy pants.

Billie's breath hitched as your words sent a sharp shiver down her spine, her body tensing up from the way you spoke. She felt your nails run down her stomach towards her pants, the feeling causing her to gasp and bite on your collarbone in response.

"Jesus, baby…"

She mumbled against your skin, her hands holding your hips tightly, her fingers digging into the skin as you touched the button of her jeans.

A low moan escaped her lips as your fingers toyed with the button on her loose jeans, her brain already imagining what was to come.

Billie's body began pressing closer to yours, slowly rolling her hips against yours, causing an obvious friction between you both. As she continued to kiss and mark your neck, her breath became ragged, her hands holding you even tighter.

Your breathing became harsh as the room began to warm with all the tension that brewed between Billie and you. A pathetic moan leaving your lips as Billie sucked at your neck, grabbing her hand that was on your waist and interlacing your fingers.

Matching the rhythm of the way her hips rocked into yours to raise the pressure on your core.

As you interlocked your fingers with hers, Billie moaned softly against your skin, her tongue gliding softly across the spot she had just marked. She felt you match the movement of her rolling hips, the pressure coming from you making her moan even more as it sent a wave of heat straight to her core.

She released your neck from her mouth, her lips going to your ear, her tongue gently tracing the shell of it as her words came out breathlessly.

"You're driving me crazy…"

The sound of Billie’s words reminded you of the fact that her defenses were down and she was just as vulnerable as you making you smile softly.

Mustering the left over courage you had, you flipped the two of you over as you straddled Billie’s thighs, her breathing heavy and irregular as she looked up at you with adoration. Slowing starting to ride Billie’s thigh as you interlaced both your hands and laid them on your hips.

Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure while moaning softly, sometimes letting Billie’s name slip past your lips.

Billie's breath caught in her throat as you flipped her over and straddled her thighs, her eyes widening as she looked up at you on top of her. She couldn’t help but stare at you, her own defenses down as her breathing became irregular, her hands gripping onto your hips as you sat on her lap.

She watched in awe as you begin to ride her thigh, her name leaving your lips in moans and gasps, the sight and sounds making her own breathing heavy.

"Baby…" She whispered, her eyes dark and filled with need.

“Oh f-fuck baby…”

Your voice was whiny and desperate as you continued to ride Billie’s thigh, letting her hands go as you left them on your hips and laid your own hands on her abdomen. The friction of your laced panties against Billie’s jeans was a stark contrast, the dampness of yourself leaking onto Billie’s jeans.

Tossing your hair to the side as you looked down at Billie and the two of you spoke nonverbally through eye contact.

Billie's breaths came out in gasps as she watched you move on her lap, her eyes never leaving your figure as she took in every detail of you. Her grip on your hips tightened as she felt the dampness of your panties on her jeans, the contrast between the materials making her breath hitch.

She met your gaze, eyes locking together as you both spoke silently. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body growing hotter as the tension in the room grew.

"S-Slow…down…" She managed to breathe out, her voice wavering.

Your hips stuttered as the words left Billie’s mouth, contemplating whether you should listen to her or not, finally coming to a halt as a whine was ripped from your throat.

Your eyes fluttering closed as you tried to gain the self control to follow what Billie said, opening your eyes to give a soft, pleading look to Billie. Your breathing heavy as you tried to recompose yourself, nails scraping softly at Billie’s stomach.

Billie's body relaxed slightly as your hips stopped, her breath steadying a little as your grip on her stomach loosened. She held your gaze for a moment, her eyes flickering over your features before glancing down at your fingers tracing patterns on her stomach.

She took another deep breath before speaking.

"Lay down for me."

The words came out more as a soft command than a request, her eyes never breaking away from yours.

As you laid down on the bed, Billie moved so she was situated between your legs, her hands on the inside of your thighs, gently pushing them apart. As you settled onto the sheets, she took a moment to look over your body laid out before her, her eyes scanning every inch of you before looking back up to your face.

"You're so beautiful…"

She whispered, her hands gently rubbing your thighs, her fingers tracing the edge of the lace around the waistband of your panties.

Billie slowly pulled the fabric of your panties down your legs, her breathing becoming shallow as she took them off and sat up on her knees, tossing them to the floor.

"You're not gonna last long…"

She muttered, her eyes darkened as the sight of you completely nude and spread out before her. She looked back up at your face to check on you before moving down to position herself between your legs, crawling over you slowly so your faces were level.

A small chuckle left your lips as you rested your hands softly on her shoulders, “Moment of truth then?”

Billie couldn’t help but chuckle a little at your question, her nose brushing softly against yours, her warm breath fanning across your lips as she hovered above you.

"Yep, but I’m gonna make this good for you, baby." She murmured, her voice sultry, as her hands ran up the length of your arms to where your hands rested on her shoulders.

"Just tell me if you need me to stop, okay?"

Once you nodded in agreement, Billie returned your hands to her shoulders and began to move down your body slowly, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone and down your chest. She kissed everywhere her lips could reach, leaving a trail of soft, warm kisses in their wake, her destination becoming very clear.

Once she was eye level with your stomach, Billie took a moment to look up at you, her eyes meeting yours as she paused above your center. She didn’t move just yet, her eyes flickering between yours and your core as she spoke with a hushed voice.

“Is this alright?”

“Yes,” You spoke with a soft nod and gentle smile, taking her hands in yours and interlacing them.

A regulated, unspoken gesture between the two of you now…

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fer yaps!!!

ho i’m back from the grave… lmk if u want a part two 🤗

[eilishsmuse]

where did u go fernanda..

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sorry y’all ap courses are kicking my ass rn 😒 i’m in my comeback era tho, stay tuned 😜

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it’s time to cook something up y’all…

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save me duplicity harry! save me! 😩

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sorority!billie eilish x sorority!fem reader mood board

why do i kinda wanna write about this…

lmk 😁

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Goodness me I'm so glad I came across your page. GAH YOUR FICS ARE TO DIE FOR ML 🧎🏻‍♀️

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THANKS

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ur writing is beautiful holy freerrrreeeaakkkk

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shoutout to my esl teachers in middle school for helping me learn english 😘

[eilishsmuse]

confess that you were lost

— billie eilish x fem!reader

context. friendship? relationship? situationship? you have no clue what you have with billie. and she doesn’t really clarify what is going on between you two either. all you really know is that there’s a thin line of platonic and romantic the two of you constantly cross over for one another.

cw. angst, swearing, heartbreak, jealousy, suggestive, makeout, reader feels thrown to the side constantly, billie is very unaware with the situation, lowk gets a lil slutty, lowk smut, lowk cliffhanger, good ending ig

soundtrack. temptations - partynextdoor

anon’s ask. “there’s not enough billie angst so how about a situation where reader likes billie but billie’s playing with the line of platonic and romantic so r just doesn’t want to risk hurting the friendship”

You're dumb

Well no. Not really. You just fell in love with your best friend, that's all. Which, in your case, was dumb to even begin with. You don't even know how it initially happened. One day you were breaking up with your boyfriend, and Billie was there, comforting you every second of the way.

I mean, it was the real package. Break up with your boyfriend, get endless amounts of affection from Billie, and let her smother you with affection, both physically and verbally. As a friend.

That's what sucked. It was just a way of Billie being a good friend.

But since the breakup, she has been more touchy and affectionate than before. Of course, your delusional self saw it as one of Billie's many ways of flirting. But you were wrong. Billie just, in all honesty, casually likes hopping over the thin line between platonic and romantic. And it haunted you.

Now you were here, sitting on Billie's couch as she raved about one of her most recent hookups with some girl she met at her friend Charli's birthday party. And you sat there, head on hand, as she gidded about all the lust and enjoyment she got out of the hookup. A TV show playing the background you were planning to binge with Billie.

"I mean, it was great," Billie half-laughed out. "Definitely top five from now on."

"That's nice," You fake smiled, glancing over at the TV as the show played on the screen. Letting the sound of the dialogue flood your ears. Not wanting to hear about Billie and her hookup anymore. Jealousy eating you inside and out.

A small frown settled on Billie's lips as she watched you look away from her to the TV. "Why do you suddenly seem annoyed?" She questioned.

Billie had always been able to notice the slight changes in your mood towards her, whether they were negative or positive. She knew your body language well enough, that she easily picked up the signs.

You take a small breath in and looked back over at Billie, your eyes fluttering as they landed on hers. Your eyebrows raising in 'confusion', eyebrows furrowing as well, "I'm not ."

Lie. That was a lie. You were jealous. You hated hearing Billie constantly talk about her hookups all while you listened to her in silence and torture.

Billie's frown continued to deepen. She didn't believe your lie for a second. And that's why she leaned closer to you, her gaze never leaving you. "Bullshit," she bluntly called out, shaking her head.

Billie always knew when you were lying. You couldn't fool her. At least not the way you usually did with your other friends.

"Dude c'mon, I've known you long enough to know when you're lying," she added, letting herself scoot closer to you.

Her slender hand came in contact with your cheek, gently caressing the warm skin with her fingertips. She wanted your honest answer. Sacred what was going on through your mind. Worried for you. Like a true friend.

Just then your skin tingled at Billie's touch. It was a common gesture between the both of you. She'd always been touchy with you in that friend way and it never bothered you. Not fully. You just wished it was more than that friend way.

You then finally took a deep breath in at Billie's words. Your eyes hooded as they looked into hers. A small glimpse of sadness and tiredness laced all throughout them.

A pang of worry hit her gut as her eyes studied your expression. It was a mixture of sadness and exhaustion. She could practically feel the pain you were in. What pain? She didn't know. But still, she wanted to be there for you.

Billie's hand slid down from your cheek to your chin. She gently pinched her thumb and forefinger in order to raise your chin, so your gaze wouldn't stray from hers again.

Billie's features softened, her usual bright eyes looking at you with nothing but worry for you.

"You know you can always tell me the truth," Billie softly assured you. Her touch on your chin never faltered. In fact, it gently caressed your skin with her thumb.

It hurt Billie so much, to see those sad and tired eyes as they searched hers. She longed to know what you were thinking. What was making you feel that way? To figure out a way to make you feel better - maybe even smile.

She gently caressed your chin with her thumb, her eyes searching your face for any sign as to what was truly bothering you. But she was clueless. All she knew was that you were upset, and that hurt her the most.

"I know something's up," she spoke again, her tone soft and soothing.

Billie let go of your chin and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, her eyes never leaving your own.

Billie wasn't stupid. She could see the jealousy radiating off of you.

For a split second, you leaned into Billie's touch. Eyes closing for a moment and cherishing the moment. Her gentle touch was so delicate that when you leaned into it, her hand had no choice but to press up against your head with more force.

"I just-"

Your voice was gentle and low, cracking almost. You weren't on the verge of tears or anything, but the way your throat tightened and swelled as if you'd woken up with a cold said something differently.

Billie watched your expression as your eyes shut for a split second. The way you practically melted into her touch was something that always made her heart flutter.

Her hand stayed against your head, gently rubbing over your temple with her thumb. She was now patiently waiting for you to voice your thoughts, and she had all the time in the world for you.

"Just…?" she softly whispered, encouraging you to continue speaking.

Billie's eyes searched your face for anything that could hint what was going on in your mind. Her thumb continued to gently rub against your temple, trying to soothe any and all thoughts that were causing you to react the way you did.

She knew you. She knew your body language better than anyone else. And all the while, her heart ached at the fact that you were hurting. She hated seeing you in that way. And the fact that you won't say the reason why was killing her.

A quite half whine and sigh came from you. Your eyes now more noticeably showing sadness and fear behind them.

Was this really the time? Billie just finished raving about her 'amazing' hookup, and now here you are on the verge of confessing your love for your own best friend. She wasn't making it any easier either.

With the way her soft, gentle touch feathered across the skin on your temple and the way her eyes searched for any emotions in your body language and eye movement.

Just the way her whole demeanor changed just for you.

Billie's eyes continued to study your face, never straying anywhere else. Her heart felt like it was beating too fast.

She hated this. Hated how you looked so sad and fearful and how you weren't telling her what was wrong. She felt powerless. All she could do was sit and try to soothe you with her touch until you found your voice again.

Billie could feel the atmosphere change. The shift in your body language was very noticeable, and her eyes picked up on it in an instant. "Please, just talk to me," she softly pleaded.

"I can't."

At this point, your voice was scratchy and on the verge of cracking from how tight your throat formed from the emotions. Your eyes shut as soon as you said your words. Your face contorted into a fit of guilt and worry for what was to come in the next few moments.

Your breathing was now heavier and faster than before. Chest rising and sinking with vigorous speed. Face heating in Billie's touch. Mind hazy and blurred.

The more you spoke, the more concern and worry built up inside of Billie. She hated seeing you so torn and upset. Her heart nearly shattered apart when your voice cracked from the emotions.

Her thumb continued to rub over your temple gently, as if to soothe the guilt and worry that was etched on your face. Her other hand moved to hold your cheek, wanting to keep you grounded.

Billie could feel the emotions radiating off of you. She could see and sense the uneasiness and tension.

Billie's features hardened as she could see the look of guilt and worry cross your face with your squeezed shut eyes. She gently gripped your chin and pulled your face up, forcing you to open your eyes and look at her.

"Why can't you?" she softly demanded.

Your heart was pounding. And she knew that. She could feel it under her fingers that were gently pinched around your chin, holding your face steady.

Billie's eyes searched yours, almost pleading with you to tell her the reason why you were so hurt and guilty.

She didn't like this. She hated this. Hated seeing you in pain and not knowing how to fix it.

"Please, just tell me why," she whispered, her voice gentle and soft as her thumb began to rub gentle circles on your chin.

"I hate it when…"

You swallowed to try and make it easier for yourself to say what you wanted to say, but the swallowing only hurt and made your throat tighten up more.

"I hate it when you talk about your hookups."

Your gaze lowers onto your lap where your hands nervously fiddled with one another to soothe the tension in your body.

Billie's heart shattered at your words.

Of course. She should have known. Should have seen the signs.

Her grip on your chin tightened, slightly tilting your face back up so you were looking at her once more. Her eyes were wide as the realization hit her.

She was so dumb.

But she shouldn't have been surprised. All she could see now was the jealousy and sadness in your eyes, all because of the casual talks she had about her hookups with random girls.

Her eyes stayed fixed on your face. She could see how your body language showed tension from how you were fidgeting with your fingers in your lap.

Billie's thumb continued to gently rub your chin as she tried to get you to look at her again.

"Look at me," she firmly spoke, eyes darting all over your face.

"I..."

Billie's voice died in her throat. Her heart was now pounding as fast as yours was, and she was completely at a loss for words.

Everything suddenly made sense. The subtle looks of annoyance whenever she mentioned a hookup. The sad and exhausted look in your eyes. All the times she tried to coax an answer out of you but was met with "I'm not jealous."

Fresh tears began to pool in your eyes, slowly trickling down your cheeks. Billie's heart shattered once again.

Seeing you like that hurt. It hurt her more than she could even express. Her grip on your face softened, gently caressing your skin.

"No, no, no. Don't cry," she gently pleaded, bringing her other hand up to your face to try and wipe away your tears.

Billie's features now held a sorrowful look as she watched more tears glide down your red-tinted cheeks. She began to rub away at the tears on your face, trying her best to comfort you in any way she could.

"Please, don't cry," she repeated, her voice much softer this time. Her eyes continued to study your face, trying her best to decipher what you were thinking.

"I fucked up."

Your tone was regretful. You were regretful. You just threw away a friendship for the girl you loved the most and who cared for you the most, just because you caught feelings.

Now you were just annoyed with yourself as you cried. Aggressively tearing Billie's hands off your face and whipping the tears off your face so hard that it burned and was sure to leave red marks. It wasn't Billie's fault, but at the same time, it was.

Why did she have to be so perfect? So beautiful, caring, funny, and loving. Shit.

"Hey, hey," Billie quickly protested as you swatted her hands away from your face. Her expression hardened as she watched you roughly rub at your face.

Billie didn't know what to do. You had just roughly swatted at her hands, which was something you never did to her, and now you were practically rubbing at your face like you were trying to rid it.

She was stunned. Confused. Worried beyond measure. She had never seen you like this before.

"Y/N. Look at me," she firmly demanded.

Billie gently gripped your wrists in order to get you to stop rubbing at your face. Her grip was firm but gentle. She wasn't going to let you bruise or hurt yourself any further.

The concern was obvious in her voice as she spoke, eyes never leaving your own.

"Stop. Look at me. Now."

And so you did. Your face burned as your hands were pulled away from the aggressive actions. Your breathing was fast and uneven.

Panic and anxiety pooling throughout your mind and body. Your hands were shaking ever so slightly in Billie's hands out of worry.

You looked into Billie's eyes with a look of sorrow and fright.

You didn't want to lose her. You wanted her. You needed her.

Billie could feel your hands shaking in her grip, the subtle tremors telling her just how worried and scared you were.

Your facial expression broke her heart, seeing you look so frightened and saddened all because of her.

She couldn't stand seeing you like this anymore. Seeing you in such distraught all because of something she did. Even if she didn't realize it hurt you so much. She just wanted to soothe you and tell you it would be okay.

"Y/N," she softly spoke, gently rubbing her thumbs over your wrists.

And in that moment, Billie looked at you with so much worry and empathy. It was literally living proof that she had to have felt sort of the same way.

She was perfect for you.

Billie's all you ever needed.

It was quiet, the background noise of the TV was the only thing heard along with both of your breathing. You don't know why you did it, but you surged forward.

Your lips ended up on Billie's. They were soft and sweet. It felt like a warm embrace. And you needed more.

The sudden kiss caught her off guard as your lips landed on her own.

Billie swore her heart stopped.

For a few seconds, she couldn't bring herself to respond. But then, as she felt you press against her more, her body took over, acting on its own.

Billie's brain finally registered what was happening, the events finally setting in.

You were kissing her.

You were kissing her.

And she couldn't bring herself to pull away.

Billie's hands let go of your wrists in order to move to your waist, gently pulling you into her lap. She needed you even closer.

Billie slowly tilted her head more to the side in order to deepen the kiss, trying to get more of you. Your lips were so smooth and soft against her own, and the way you pressed up against her had her head feel fuzzy.

Her hand traveled to gently grip your chin in order to tilt your head down, a perfect angle for her to deepen the kiss even further.

Billie's heart was beating faster. It was going at a speed that was way too fast, her body was practically quivering with excitement in your presence.

She continued to meet your eager movements with her own, tongue slipping out to tease against the seam of your lips. Begging entrance.

A moan slipped past your lips into the kiss. Not out of lust. But out of satisfaction. And eagerness.

Your hands rested on her shoulders, gripping harshly and not wanting to let go. One hand travelling to the back of her head to scrunch her hair in between your fingers.

"I love you."

Your voice was whiny and desperate. You needed Billie to know.

Billie's breath hitched at the sound of the moan coming from you. The little noise alone sent a chill down her spine.

She couldn't stop the low whimper that escaped her own throat with your soft, yet rough, grip in her hair and on her shoulders. And when she felt the words of love come from your lips, her entire body shivered.

"Say it again," she murmured against your lips, her grip on your waist tightening somewhat as she pulled you closer to her.

"I love you."

Your body was hot, and your lips were eagerly molding into Billie's. Your hand on her tightened as the words left your lips.

Tongue tracing along her bottom lip, waiting to be let into where you both needed each other most.

The sound of you repeating those three words again had her entire body going weak. It was all she wanted to hear from you. The one thing she was too scared to ask for.

But you were right here. In her lap. Begging her with your tongue.

Billie quickly granted your mouth access, granting your tongue with entrance between her lips. Her own tongue quickly tangled with yours, relishing the sweetness and heat of your mouth.

Billie's hands moved from your waist, her hands roaming over your body eagerly. She needed to touch you. She needed to feel every inch of you. To feel the heat of your body and the sound of every sweet moan coming from your lips.

Her brain was hazy and fuzzy. All she could focus on was how you felt against her. How you tasted and sounded and felt.

Her hands continued to grip you tightly, not wanting to let you go. Her heart was pounding, and her mind was going fuzzy as she continued to kiss you. It was like nothing she had ever felt before.

She had never wanted a kiss so badly. Never craved someone's touch so much. You were the sweetest, hottest, best thing she's ever had.

Billie pulled back, her eyes taking in your appearance for a few quick moments. Then, without warning, she began to kiss at your jaw and neck.

A scratchy moan slipped past your lips as you separated from her lips. Her lips are wet and harsh on your skin. It's exactly all you've ever wanted. Needed.

Billie continued to kiss at your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, desperate to hear more sounds from you. She needed to know how much you wanted her as much as she wanted you.

Her hands gripped your hips tight, holding you in place so you wouldn't pull away from her.

"Are you mine? Please. Tell me." she quietly whispered against your skin, the neediness in her voice hard to hide. It came out in a moan. She was hot and desperate. You had no choice but to whine in response.

"Yes."

You'd never sounded more desperate and eager to please her. You wanted her to know that you were hers. You wanted her to know that you were hers to please.

To destroy.

To love.

The simple yet firm word coming from your lips satisfied her more than anything. Hearing you agree that you were hers had butterflies in her stomach.

"You're mine," she continued to murmur against your skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses behind as she went.

She wanted to mark you, leave behind proof that you belonged to her. "All mine, all mine," she repeated again, her voice becoming possessive.

Her mouth continued its assault on your neck and jawline. She left love bites of different sizes, covering most of the skin she could reach. She wanted you to wake up the next day and notice the marks with pride. She wanted you to see just how much you were loved, and she wanted others to see just how taken you were.

Billie's teeth gently grazed over your sweet spot, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin.

Your mind was hazy and hot with all the attention. Your core throbbed from the attention. The cloth that covered your core grew damp and uncomfortably sticky with Billie's doings.

Billie's mouth continued to kiss and suck at your neck, her tongue licking and teasing the sensitive skin. The little gasps and moans she was drawing out of you were driving her crazy.

She could feel the heat coming from you, and it was driving her mad. The thought of you wanting and needing her as bad as she wanted and needed you had her heart racing.

Billie leaned back from your neck to get a look at your face. Her eyes landed on you, drinking in your flushed expression.

Both of your breathing was heavy as you both locked eyes. Lust, love, and eagerness lacing through the two of y'all's eyes.

As Billie took in your expression, she swore that her heart skipped a beat. All she saw in your eyes was raw, pure lust and love.

She couldn't tear her gaze from your own, and the heavy breaths that came from the both of you only added to the feeling of tension.

Billie's hands began to glide up and down your sides, needing to touch more of you. Her fingers gently pressed into your rib cage, as if she didn't want to let you go.

She wanted you closer, more. She needed to be connected with you. To see how you felt.

"I need you," she breathed, her eyes never leaving yours. "I need you, all of you."

"Have me."

Please.

"Take me."

Yes. It came out of your mouth just as you wanted it to.

Needy. Hot. Truthfully.

It was like a cry and plea for Billie to please you and reassure you that all the two of you needed were each other.

"I will, I will," she breathlessly repeated as she looked at you. Her fingers tightened around your waist, gripping the flesh as the need in her voice took over.

She was desperate. So, so, desperate for you.

Without warning, Billie swiftly picked you up in her arms and turned you around, now with you on your back and her hovering above.

Billie's knee was now between your legs and pushing up. Her body now pressed completely against yours, their chests only separated by a thin layer of fabric.

She was close. So close. And all she wanted to do was feel you. Every inch. Every part. All of you was for her to have. And no one else's.

Billie leaned down, the tip of her nose gently grazing along the skin of your neck once again.

As she teased her way across your skin, your hands trailed between the two of you, and you started unbuttoning Billie's pants. Your nails scrape softly against the skin just below her belly button.

Your knuckles being met with her soft, warm skin.

A small gasp escaped her lips at your cold fingers and nails gently scraping over her belly. Her skin instantly prickled with a set of goosebumps at the feeling. It made her shiver.

But she didn't protest your actions.

Billie wanted this just as much as you did.

She continued to gently nibble and kiss at your neck as she felt her pants being unbuttoned, letting you do as you wanted.

While you were hers.

She was also yours.

Her body leaned forward more, her knee now pushing directly between your legs. The slight pleasure now shooting up through your core.

Billie was going crazy, and all you did was undo her pants. She needed you.

Billie slowly started traveling her kisses down the side of your neck, her tongue slowly tracing your collar bone before she continued her descent.

Billie's pants were now unbuttoned but that's all your hands could manage to do. You laid there panting as she kissed her way down your body.

You felt Billie's hands come into contact with the hem of your shorts, slowly pulling them down. Her cold rings splaying on your warm skin.

Her hands pulled down the hem of your shorts, revealing more of the pale skin of your legs. Her calloused hands gently gripping the skin of your thighs as she continued to kiss further down your chest and stomach.

Slowly, she pulled your shorts the rest of the way down, leaving you only in your underwear. Billie sat up for a moment, taking in the sight of your body.

Your skin so smooth, and your form so perfect. She was in love.

Billie's hands gently massaged along the inside of your thighs, her fingers tracing over the skin softly.

She then glanced up at your face, a smirk now on her lips. "God, you're so beautiful like this," she whispered, her hands trailing their way further up the inside of your thighs.

You looked at Billie with so much love and lust. You loved the way her eyes scanned your body. The way she adored everything she saw.

Billie continued to look at you, never glancing away. "So pretty Y/N." she said.

Her fingers reached the hem of your underwear and started to gently pull the material down.

"All mine," she then repeated under her breath, as if it was more of a reminder to herself.

With one hand on your hip and the other on your thigh, she leaned down and began tracing open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs.

Billie wanted to feel and taste every inch of you. She wanted to know how sweet you were.

And she was going to find out.

As she lowered her head between your thighs, you held her head gently. Looking down at her with so much love. So much adoration.

The kisses continued to travel up your thigh, making their way closer and closer to where you wanted her most.

Billie's free hand continued to gently massage your thigh, her fingers tracing little patterns into the skin while she took her time getting closer.

"I love you," she muttered against your leg, the words coming out rough and desperate.

"Billie," You whined softly, looking down at her. Wanting and needing her mouth on your core.

Your whimpers sent a shiver up her spine. She loved the way you said her name. The way it came out as though it was the only word you could speak.

Billie wanted to draw more of those sounds out of you, and it seemed she was getting exactly what she wanted.

Her kisses only continued to travel higher, getting closer and closer.

"Be patient," she said, her voice low and soft against your skin.

And soon, finally, her mouth was where you wanted it the most.

Her tongue gently licked your core, tracing around the sensitive skin. Her free hand gently slid over your thigh, her fingers digging into the flesh.

Billie was going crazy. You tasted so sweet. Better than how she could have imagined. She loved the way you squirmed and gasped and gasped her name.

Her tongue continued to lick and explore, finding all the places that made you gasp the loudest.

She needed to hear more. Needed to feel more of you on her mouth.

Between the sweetness and the heat, she was losing herself. Everything was getting blurry. All she could focus on was you.

You couldn't help but let a cry out at the pleasure. Her wet mouth sucked and swirled on your throbbing core.

The sounds of her wet, lewd actions filled the room along with your moans.

She separated from your core for a split second and looked up at you with her beautiful blue eyes you fell in love with.

"I love you."

'I love you too."

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fer yaps!!!

yay!

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did i just make a minor change to the angst fic. yes. did i fall into y’all’s asks and add the slightest bit of smut. well yes!

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have you got any hate yet?

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not yet…

but if i ever do. TRUST. they will be dealt with

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i love your writing sm esp the way you do angst!! really hope you write more <33

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thank you so much pookie bear🤞🏼

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guys please stop asking for smut. i do not write smut. i would be so horrible at it. i am an avid angst writer. leave the smut to @chrissv4mp

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★ from the pace she was fucking you at, it should've hurt. but it didn't. quite the opposite, actually, it felt amazing, and she was the only one who could make you feel like this. billie was the only one who could make you see stars every night. her strap hit places deep inside of you that you didn't even know was possible, her hand reaching over your body to grab a handful of your hair and tug it back, watching as your back arched beautifully.

your ass was on full display for her, her palm coming down on your skin harshly and leaving a red mark. she took her bottom lip between her teeth, head lolling back as she just imagined how fucking tight you were. your moans only increased in volume, her own grunts becoming more breathy as the base of the indigo strap hit her clit just right, "can't even speak n'more, can ya, mamas?" she taunts, leaning over your weak body to press opened-mouth kisses on your shoulder.

"c'mon, wanna hear you say how good 'm'fuckin' you. wanna hear it from between those pretty lips," she whispers, eyes fluttering shut as she bites her lip. a low moan of your name is released into your ear as she continues to thrust into you from behind, smacking your ass every now and then, "s'good—fuuck.. gonna cum, baby..!" billie smiles, chuckling breathily into your ear as she grabs your hips with both of her hands, pulling your ass against her front and causing the strap to go deeper, "me too, pretty girl, shit—"

a loud moan rips through your throat as your ears pick up on the quiet, subtle sounds of your girlfriends whimpers, eyes rolling back as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, "mhh.. gonna cum on my cock, huh? c'mon, make a mess f'me," she moans lowly, and that's all it takes for you to release all over her strap. she doesn't stop, though, not even after she helps you ride out your high, "too 'uch, bils..! no, can't take n'more," you cry out, gripping the sheets in your hands tightly as your body continues to rock back and forth in time with her thrusts.

"don't lie, y/n," she groans, your name coming out as a choked moan as her pleasure begins to heighten, "know you can take my cock. fuck. you can take a few more." a few. that's what she had said just nights prior, and you both had ended up going the entire night, only taking a few breaks in between to catch your breaths. she could never keep her hands off of you. not that you were complaining, anyway. your own words come out as dumb murmurs, inaudible to the girl pounding you into the mattress. she just chuckles at your weak attempt, tugging at your hair once more.

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no need to persuade

— billie eilish x fem!reader

context. at a dinner party for one of billie’s close friends, she pulls you away for a little bit. little do you know she just means a little alone time.

cw. alcohol, swearing, making out, teasing, no smut (sorry not sorry), billie has her little slutty glasses on, billie is a little cutie patootie

soundtrack. generous – doja cat

fer yaps. don’t be mad y’all but this is a little filler for right now. i’m gonna release the other angst fic on friday 😕

Laughter. Chatter. Music. Food.

It was a nice atmosphere. One of Billie's close friends had invited the two of you over to a dinner party in their backyard, and the two of you happily accepted the invitation.

You sat at the long dinner table, surrounded by many of Billie's close friends, and chatted with them all while sipping on some white wine. Claudia and Finneas were both sitting across from you, talking about a movie night they wanted to have with Billie and you.

A double date, Claudia called it.

As you talked with Claudia, you felt Billie lay a hand on your shoulder, making you tense up slightly.

"Hi baby."

Your voice was gentle and sweet, leaning back to look up at Billie and give her a small kiss at the corner of her mouth, followed by a small smile.

"Hi mama," Billie smiled.

"I'm gonna steal her away from you for a little bit, Clauds."

Claudia gasped in fake betrayal, but nonetheless, she let the two of you go and continued to chat at the dinner table. Billie then took your hand in hers and led you into the house, making small talk, asking if you were enjoying the party or not.

As you answered Billie's questions, she pulled you into what seemed like a library-slash-office situation. Pinning you up against the door softly with a smile, her hands finding your waist and gripping softly.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?"

A smile plays on your lips as your hands travel to the sides of Billie's face, "Yes. Many times."

There was a comfortable silence, and the only sound was the laughter and chatter from the dinner party.

You let a soft smile play on your lips as you looked at her blue eyes through her glasses, which she'd worn a lot more recently.

"Why'd you steal me away?"

Your hands tuck back a piece of Billie's hair behind her ear. Voice gentle

Billie gave a soft hum as she tilted her head into your hand instinctively.

"Hmm, I think you know why," she murmured, nuzzling into your neck softly, her breath tickling your skin and sending a shiver down your spine.

Her hands moved slightly from your hips to wrap her arms around your waist, holding you closer to her.

A small, quiet giggle left your lips as Billie's lips connected to your skin. Tilting your head to give her better access.

"Just wanted a little alone time with you, baby,"

Billie muttered, her lips now connecting to your neck in a trail of feather-light kisses. They were gentle and innocent at first, but they soon began to get more eager and desperate, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin.

"Besides, everyone was getting on my nerves."

A small hum left your lips as you closed your eyes at the nice feeling of having Billie share some attention towards your neck. Your breathing slowed, and you sighed in contentment.

“You don’t mean that.”

Billie chuckled against your skin, continuing to leave light bite marks on your neck.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," she mumbled, pulling back slightly to pull the collar of your shirt down so she could leave a hickey.

"You just taste really good."

A quiet whine left your lips at Billie's words, and you sighed again. This time your sigh was uneven and your legs grew weak.

"Billie."

Your voice was soft and low, eyes still closed, fighting to open to look at her before the two of you did anything in this office that'd make anyone blush.

Your voice was music to Billie's ears. She loved the quiet whine that left your lips, the heavy sighs you would give in between each kiss she bestowed.

But what she loved the most was whenever you would say her name. The way it slipped off your tongue so effortlessly, like a plea, a whisper for her to take you.

Billie let out a quiet hum at the sound of your voice, and pulled back to look at your face, admiring your closed eyes and parted lips.

"God, you look so good like this, baby," Billie muttered, her eyes roaming your face, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath.

"So beautiful, I'm so lucky you're mine,"

Billie then moved one of her hands and gently traced the side of your face, her fingers running across your jawline before moving to your lower lip.

With the left over courage you had, you got a hold of Billie's collar and pushed her back to a couch that was in the middle of the office.

You walked toward her and straddled her hips, your white skirt hiking up in the process. Hands cupping Billie's face and leaning down to finally kiss her soft, plump lips. Her lips sweet with some fruity flavor, probably the punch they were serving in the backyard.

Billie's mind was in a frenzy. One moment she was being the dominant one, and the next, you had her pinned down on the couch, straddling her hips in that pretty little skirt of yours.

Billie let out a quiet gasp in surprise, her hands automatically finding their way to your thighs, giving them a light squeeze. She could feel the fabric of your skirt riding up as you straddled her, and it took all of her control to keep her mind from wandering to impure thoughts.

But those thoughts seemed to disappear as soon as you kissed her. The taste of the wine still lingering on your tongue mixed with your natural sweetness, and she couldn't help but let out a quiet moan against your lips.

Billie's hands then slowly made their way underneath your skirt, hiking it up further, her cold rings against the soft skin of your thighs.

"Mmm."

The moan that left your lips was soft and eager. Your body was fully pushing itself into Billie's grip and touch.

You tilted your head to kiss Billie better, slid one hand up her head and laced your hand into her hair. Her cap falling off in the process, landing on the floor behind the couch with a small thud.

Not paying any mind to the cap and letting your tongue explore Billie's mouth, wanting and needing more of her taste.

Your eager moan went straight to Billie's core, making her squeeze your thighs again in a desperate attempt to keep her control. But as you pressed yourself against her, and let your tongue into her mouth, all thoughts of restraint went out the window.

One of her hands that was on your thigh quickly found its way to your hips, her grip firm as she pressed you even closer against her, her own tongue meeting yours in a passionate battle for domination.

The taste of wine and your natural sweetness was like a drug to her, and she couldn't get enough. She needed more. She needed all of you.

Without warning, Billie then suddenly sat up, a hand still on your hip and the other on the back of your neck, keeping you close to her.

"God, you taste so good, mama," she muttered against your lips, her voice low and raspy, "can't get enough of you,"

A moan left your lips and reverberated against Billie's lips at her words. Your hips bucking into her lap harshly in search for any friction.

Billie then began to plant kisses along the skin of your jawline and neck, working her way down to your collarbones.

"You're driving me crazy, baby," she muttered again, giving the skin of your collarbones a gentle bite, "you just look so good in this damn skirt."

A loud smack was then heard throughout the room as Billie's hand came in contact with your ass.

A half whine and groan left your mouth, throwing your head back softly and pushing Billie further into your skin.

At the sound of your whine and the feeling of you pushing yourself against her, Billie let out a quiet growl.

"You're such a tease," she hissed quietly, nipping and sucking on your collarbone, her hands still exploring your body, finding the soft flesh that lay underneath your skirt. Squeezing.

Billie's hands were everywhere. It was like she couldn't get enough of you, like she needed to touch every inch of your skin.

"Such a good girl, baby," she murmured against your collarbone, "so perfect."

“Dinner’s ready!”

The loud voice was heard from the backyard and caused both Billie and you to stop your actions.

A soft laugh left your lips at both of your reactions, cupping Billie’s face gently.

Billie groaned at the sound of her friend's voice, her head dropping to your shoulder in frustration.

"Do we have to?" she muttered, her voice muffled against your skin.

You lifted Billie's head off your shoulder and gave her a small smile, leaving a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips.

"Yes. I'm hungry."

Her lips were red and slightly swollen, her clothes were slightly ruffled, and her glasses were crooked and not fully on her face like they were supposed to be. The sight made you giggle and you carefully fixed the glasses on her face.

"But I'm still hungry too," Billie mumbled, her voice still whiny, but a small smile began creeping on her lips.

As you fixed her glasses on her face, Billie just sat there and let you, her eyes watching your every move. She then looked back up at you, and let out a quiet sigh.

"Damn it, I'm hungry for you."

You shook your head at Billie with a smile, rubbing her cheeks with your thumbs absentmindedly.

"You can wait till after the party."

Billie huffed at your response.

"That's too long," she whined, tilting her head and pouting slightly, "I can't wait that long. I'm starving."

"Shut up!" You exclaimed with a loud laugh.

You got off her lap and extended your hand for her to get up too and follow you back to the party.

Billie groaned and rolled her eyes, pouting a little but took your hand anyway.

"You're no fun," she grumbled playfully, standing up.

Billie reluctantly took your hand, letting out a final sigh.

"Fine. But as soon as this party is over, I'm absolutely ravishing you."

A laugh left your lips as you leaned to kiss Billie.

"You're such a weirdo."

Billie chuckled at your comment.

"Maybe. But you love me."

She intertwined her fingers with yours, and began to lead you out of the library-slash-office and back to the party.

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fer yaps!!!

amoooooo!!! 😫

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don’t worry y’all i am cooking something else up…

aiming to have it out by this wednesday 😘

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and then when i start writing about mother? then what…

(edit: i will start writing for alicent when the season ends😁)

(2nd edit: I think i'll start writing for her..)