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these^ from the soft smut prompt list i reblogged SO long ago, i heard the girlies begging for people to start posting again so I finally finished this

content: virgin!reader x bestfriend!billie (my fav), soft smut, lowkey cliffhanger i'm sorry guys

words: 2.4k

"dude i have to show you the new strap i just got in the mail, you're gonna die," billie laughs as she hops off the couch to go grab it.

she returns with the glittery pink transparent dildo, holding it out to you.

you take it from her hands, chuckling, "billie, i can't," admiring how it glistened in the low light of the living room. "what the fuck is this," you giggle.

she grabs it back, taunting, "what do you mean, this is literally like… you as a strap onnn!" she defends herself, getting up from the couch to hold it between her legs like a dick, bobbing it up and down as you both laugh.

"it is really pretty, actually," you sigh as she sits back down on the couch to join you, settling down.

"oh i know," she agrees, holding it up so the light shone through it.

you shift slightly, your body tense, but you decide that you can't keep pretending not to be attracted to her. yes, she's your best friend, but it literally eats away at your soul every time you guys hang out. so, you finally give up on the act.

"… why do i kinda want you to… use it on me…"

the silence is deafening as she slowly brings the dildo back down to rest in her lap, a smirk spreading across her lips.

she turns to look at you slightly, trying to hide her excitement, and sees you looking back at her with wide eyes and a slight smile, both shy and daring.

"… and why do i also kinda wanna… use it on you…"

you both freeze for a second; you have no idea what to say next, and neither does she. you feel like your chest is going to explode, but also like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

you let out a tiny giggle, and she brings her forehead to yours, smirking and holding in a giggle before she squeezes your thigh and quickly pecks you on the lips, as though she's testing the waters.

she looks at you, waiting for a reaction, and you lean up to her face, pecking her back on the lips before finally connecting them for real.

she kisses you excitedly, giddily. not in an insanely passionate or intense way, but in a cute, relieved way.

you maneuver to be sitting on your knees next to her, wanting a better angle, and she grabs you with a hand on each hip, moving you to straddle her lap. you accidentally sit down right on the dildo that she had left resting there, and you flinch, "OW," as it digs into your bone.

as you lift your hips off her lap, she grabs the dildo out from under you and tosses it to the side, giggling, "oops!" and making you laugh against her face as your lips find each other's again, your fingers threading their way through her hair.

but all of a sudden, she pulls away, looking at you with furrowed brows, and your heart sinks to your stomach; you know exactly what she's about to say.

"wait…"

"it's not a big deal," you cut her off, leaning back in to connect your lips again, hoping to brush past the conversation that you're already self-conscious about.

she gently pulls your face away from hers with a soft hand cradling the side of your head.

"yes it is," she strokes your cheek with her thumb, "i'm about to take your virginity."

you feel your face get red, sinking to sit further down on her lap, no longer pressing up to make out with her.

"please don't make it weird, billie," you plead defeatedly. "if you don't want to, it's okay."

"no no! i want to. i've wanted to for so long. i just want to make sure you're ready."

a small smile creeps back onto your blushing, sheepish face, and you confess, "i like… really want it to happen already. and i wanted it to be you, too."

her eyes light up, and she smiles, "well if you say so…" as she pulls you closer against her, her hands slipping under the hem of your sweatshirt, stroking your skin and squeezing lightly as she kisses you.

after a few moments, it's your turn to pull away. "okay, i'm kinda scared," you admit, worry in your eyes.

"we don't have to!!" she shakes her head quickly.

"no, i really really want to, i'm just like… nervous."

she knew you were worried about the pain, always asking her things like, "how does that not hurt??" when she'd tell you about sexual things she'd done with others.

her face softens, reassuring you with small nods. "i'll be gentle," she coos, running her fingernails over the small of your back comfortingly.

you melt a little at this new side of billie that you're seeing. your silly, crazy best friend being soft, sincere, caring, protective. you feel a warmth spread through your body, seemingly innocent, yet rushing to your core.

"i know you will," you agree with a relieved sigh, squirming in her lap from the pent up tension.

your antsy squirming causes a smirk to spread across her lips, her eyes traveling down your body, landing at your center, and her hand subconsciously dragging up your inner thigh to rest against your clothed pussy. her other hand cradles the base of your neck, running her thumb across your jaw and scratching lightly at your scalp.

she tilts your chin up, meeting your eyes with hers, and starts to place an even pressure on your pussy. her eyes are boring into your soul with a caring but smug gaze. she can't wait to see how you'll look naked under her. how you'll sound when she makes you whimper. how it'll feel when you're gripping her hair later.

all you can do is stare back at her, your eyes innocent but anticipatory. needy, but not sure of what.

eyes still locked, she starts to rub you, her hand moving up and down, palm pressing on your mound and fingertips grazing over your clothed lips. involuntarily, your mouth drops open at the pressure, making billie smile softly.

she continues rubbing you for a bit; the feeling of your underwear getting wetter and wetter right into her hand could keep her busy for hours. at some point, you try to drop your head down, but she stops you, guiding your forehead to press against hers, noses touching and breath mingling.

once she's satisfied with your wetness, she tenses her fingers and drags them all the way up to your mound, pulling up at the nerves of your swollen clit in just the right way.

you take in a sharp gasp, your body involuntarily screwing your eyes shut and trying to snap your legs together, making you rise up off of her lap a bit.

as you hesitantly melt back down, she allows your head to come rest on her shoulder, returning the even pressure to your pussy to soothe you after the shock. she can feel how tense your body still is, and slips her hand underneath your sweatshirt to rub your side, trying to melt the tension away.

her face nuzzling into your neck, she coos, "it's okay, i'm right here." as she soothes you, heat starts to pool at her own center when her thumb brushes against the side of your boob, reminding her that you're bare underneath the oversized zip up.

she can't help but give your boob a little squeeze, letting out a tiny chuckle when you aren't able to suppress a sweet little moan, more like a whine, that's been building up in your throat.

with your head still draped over her shoulder, she starts kissing your neck, her pillowy lips leaving little wet spots on your skin, turning you on even more and leading you to pick up your head to start making out with her again. she smiles against your lips, letting her hands travel down to your ass, giving both cheeks a light slap followed by a long squeeze.

now it's your turn for your lips to curl into a smile mid-kiss, finally confident enough to touch her back. you pull away slightly and lift the hem of her shirt, slinking your hands onto her stomach and up to grasp her boobs. hands still on her chest and kneading a bit, you meet her lips again. she smirks and lets out a low, soft moan, discretely returning her one hand to its place between your legs and starting to rub you again, firmly but slowly.

she gradually makes her way back up to the area around your clit, trying not to startle you this time, beginning an excruciatingly slow circular motion as she continues her kisses.

but despite her cautious pace, the pressure hits your bundle of nerves suddenly, making you jump.

"BILLIE!" you scream-whine, your hand shooting down to grab her wrist and pull it away from your body.

she looks at you startled, and when you realize you scared her, you soften your grip on her hand just a little bit. still holding it away from you, you stammer , "it's too much, i can't."

she giggles in disbelief, her eyebrows raised high and mouth hanging open a bit, before her face softens and she rubs her free hand through your hair.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i didn't know you were that sensitive," she rushes out, as you climb off of her in order to be able to close your legs. she glances down at you kneeling next to her, thighs squeezed shut, and feels a lump in her throat. did i go too far? i dont even know what happened… she tries to make sense of the situation, but all that matters to her is that you're okay.

you look over at her, also feeling caught off guard by your own reaction, and you shake your head, assuring her, "it's okay, it's okay." you pause for a second before thinking out loud, "wow."

she breathes for a second, eyebrows furrowed slightly, before looking into your eyes for any sign of hurt or fear. "are you okay? seriously, are you?" she asks, concern laced through her soft voice and facial expression.

now that you've calmed down, you giggle at the situation, billie hesitantly joining you. a mischievous smirk spreads across your face as you start, "no, i'm not."

as her face contorts into worry and confusion, you continue, "because you haven't fucked me with the strap yet, idiot."

she drops her head into her hands, groaning, "you scared me, y/n, oh my goddd," with a hint of amusement sneaking into her tone. all you can do is giggle at her flustered state, crawling back into her lap to pry her hands away from her face. she rolls her eyes at you, but can't help herself from cracking a smile and welcoming you back onto her lap, holding you by your hips.

"…so?" you ask, cocking your head at her.

"ahhh," she hesitates, slipping her hands under your clothes to hold onto your bare torso, nervously tracing your ribs with her thumbs. "i dont think you're ready for that," she lets out apologetically, almost avoiding eye contact.

you flip some of her hair over her shoulder, lightly brushing your fingers across the skin of her neck, and you shift your pelvis slightly to one side, letting the soaked fabric of your shorts and underwear graze her thigh. "you don't get to decide that."

her eyes snap up to meet yours, both full of hunger now, though hers is real while yours is just masking your lingering nerves.

she smirks and tilts her head in a way that says you got me there, patting your butt twice and rasping, "up." she helps you off her lap and guides you to stand in front of her, gently brushing your hair out of the way and slowly unzipping your sweatshirt.

the way she's looking up at you with those eyes makes you even wetter, if that was even possible, but her gaze follows the path of the zipper as it reaches the bottom. as your hoodie falls open, the metal brushes against your inner thigh, making your stomach tense up in response, the hoodie hanging loosely on the tips on your shoulders.

billie notices the twitch of your abdomen and with a small smirk, drags her fingernails lightly over your tummy, back and forth a few times. "why are you so scared?" she asks, sliding off the couch to squat in front of you, looking up at you as she slips her fingers into the waistband of your shorts. her gentle touch follows the edge of the fabric around your sides and to your lower back, easing the shorts over the curve of your butt and looking up at you again as she slides them down.

she does the same with your underwear, pausing just before exposing you fully. "i promise i'm not gonna touch you," she whispers, before nudging your legs to stand farther apart. you comply, and she peels your soaking undies down slowly, admiring the way the fabric clings to you. she can't stifle her low whimper at the sight of you, and as soon as you've stepped out of them, she springs up to grab your face, kissing you briefly but hungrily.

you can feel your wetness threatening to drip down your leg as billie turns around to grab the dildo from where she tossed it earlier. you feel even more vulnerable having your oversized zip up hanging off your shoulders, framing your naked body, than if you were just completely naked, and not to mention, billie was still fully clothed. before you can even cross your legs to conceal the mess you feel forming, she's guiding you upstairs.

"i'm not taking your virginity on the couch, mama."

a/n: guys I literally can't I feel like ive written so many versions of the same smut I must leave you to your own imaginations, love you dearly

tags: @billiessillywife @diceroll65 @dollarsbills @eradicatedbythenightmare @mystiquemm @ilovealiceosemann @ijustlovemaths @ohokaydawg @butterflyturnedblue @oofmybad @asterisk-eyes

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Can i ask for 23 and 61 with jock!billie..

jock!billie 04...

⟶ 23) “i’m bored, let’s play.”

⟶ 61) “take off your underwear.” - “but, there’s other people here.” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here.”

you'd never been to one of the basketball team's get-togethers, although billie's been to almost every single one of your leadership meetings—but today, that changes.

billie brought it up to you last week, after the championship game where they took home the win on their own home court. she said something about her coach inviting the whole team, and a plus one, to dinner as a little end-of-the-season celebration—and billie knew exactly who she was gonna bring the second her coach mentioned a plus one.

so here you were: sitting next to billie at a table full of her teammates and a few of your classmates that were brought as plus one's. you and billie were the only ones not indulged in conversations, which gave billie an idea.

"i'm bored," she murmurs, leaning close to you. "let's play."

you cock an eyebrow in confusion—until her hand lands on your thigh under the table and you tense up. you swear you hear billie laugh at you, but you decide not to speak on it, especially since avery's head turned a bit when you flinched.

the chatter of the team overpowers your short breaths, and you thank god that billie's coach decided to let the girls bring their friends, otherwise you'd definitely be caught before billie even got to touch you properly.

billie leans closer, lips at your ear. "take off your underwear."

you nearly choke on your spit—and billie chuckles again at your reactions. though, when you don't answer, billie widens her eyes at you, urging you to speak. "but there's other people here." you whisper, voice sharp.

"they won't see you," billie replies, hand creeping up higher on your thigh. "there's an entire table here, baby."

with one long, final glance at the others, you sigh and comply with billie's request, hands moving beneath your skirt and slowly tugging your panties down your thighs—just enough that billie would be able to touch you, but not low enough that it's noticeable.

her thumb finds your clit in no time, rubbing slow, practiced circles on the bundle of nerves and smiling like a little kid who just got rewarded. you hear someone call her name, and both of your heads turn, startled—but it's just one of her teammates praising her for the three-pointers she made look effortless in the last game.

"couldn't have done it without my girl," billie says, tone smug like always. her eyes flick over to you, glinting with lust. "seriously, she's always makin' me better."

you just smile and nod in response, nervous and horny and high on adrenaline. billie smirks, winking at you before turning back to her teammate to continue the conversation.

you hated when she did stupid shit like that.

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festival

masterlist prompt list

warnings: dom!topbillie, sub!bottomreader, oral, fingering, some exhibitionism sorta. 

synopsis: billie pulls you into a hidden corner right after her set at oshega, her adrenaline and desire crashing over you both in a fierce, breathless rush.

note: as requested by @goldwing-xx thanks pretty

The roar of the crowd is still echoing as the stage lights dim and the last chords of the final song reverberate through the humid night. You’re up on the raised vip platform tucked behind the stage, one of those makeshift scaffold areas they throw together at festivals, mostly for family and crew. It gives a wide, clear view of the main stage and the chaos below: lights flashing, thousands of fans still screaming even as the music dies.

You’re leaning against the rail, heart still thudding, your pulse matching the bass that was just shaking the ground. Sweat clings to your skin, not from dancing, not from the crush of bodies in the crowd, but from the adrenaline in the air. The kind of energy you can feel in your teeth.

Billie’s just come off stage. You spot her as she steps down the ramp from the main platform, her black oversized shirt clinging to her with sweat, her jet-black hair frizzed at the ends and damp around her temples, red roots glowing under the low amber floodlights. Her fringe clings to her forehead. She’s panting a little, her chest rising and falling with sharp little exhales. A stagehand tries to pass her a towel, but she ignores it, her eyes already sweeping upward. Finding you.

There’s a crowd waiting for her, Claudia, Maggie, her tour manager, a couple of crew guys, Patrick’s perched nearby too, clutching a water bottle, all of them buzzing, proud, trying to get a word in. Maggie calls her name, Claudia’s got her arms already reaching out for a hug.

But Billie doesn’t even blink at them. She zeroes in on you.

Her shoes thud up the narrow metal stairs to the vip riser, taking them two at a time, still slick with stage sweat. There’s a wild, open grin on her face, that post-performance high, pure and manic. She reaches you, grabs your forearm with her sticky, trembling fingers, and pulls you in close.

You blink, trying to hide a smile. “Bills,” you murmur, glancing pointedly at the others still hovering nearby, “People are trying to talk to you.”

She just shakes her head, breathless. “Fuck ‘em,” she grins, her voice rasped and blown-out from the set. “Come with me.”

You barely get the words, “Wait, where are we?” out before she’s tugging you away from the railing, your steps stumbling to match her pace. She’s hot with adrenaline, dragging you like you’re an extension of her, and honestly, you don’t want to resist. Not really. She bypasses the trailer row completely. Instead, she yanks you around the back of the scaffolding, down into a shadowed wedge of space just behind the stage structure, not fully hidden, but just out of sight enough. A stack of gear cases and lighting rigs block the view from one side, and the shadow of the stage looms overhead. There’s a thick, industrial beam rising vertically beside you, cool and rigid to the touch, the kind of thing you could brace yourself against.

The thud of music from the next stage filters through in the distance, but here, it’s muffled. It’s just you and her and the leftover buzz of twenty thousand people screaming her name. Billie spins you, pressing your back against the pole. Her fingers slide behind your neck, and she kisses you like she’s been waiting the entire set to do it. Rough. Deep. Messy. The kind of kiss that leaves you gasping.

Your hands find her face, thumbs brushing just beneath her eyes as you break the kiss with a soft laugh, lips still parted. “Billie,” you breathe, trying to level her, “calm down. You’ve just done a full set. You’re gonna crash any second now.”

She shakes her head fast, eyes glittering in the low light. “No way. No fucking way. I’m high as hell right now. On you. On that fucking crowd.” Her voice cracks, and she’s smiling too hard to speak for a second.

You huff a quiet laugh through your nose, but before you can say anything else, her mouth is on yours again, even more desperate this time, open and demanding. Her hands slip down your sides, one settling just beneath the hem of your skirt, fingers teasing the skin of your upper thigh. You kiss her back with a groan, pressing closer. You think this is just the adrenaline, just making out, just heat and contact and relief. Your fingers grip her waist, her damp shirt bunching in your fists. 

You part your lips to breathe and her fingers plunge into your pussy, just like that.

Your gasp is swallowed into her mouth, knees jerking slightly. You pull back a fraction, eyes wide. “Wait” you try to say, your voice breaking on the word, but it’s already useless. Her hand is already fucking into you with practiced ease, and your moan cuts you off halfway through the thought.

“Fuck.. oh fuck Billie”

She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t say anything. Just keeps moving her fingers in hard, perfect strokes, her eyes locked on your face like she’s watching a performance of her own. One hand wedges between your thighs, the other comes up to grip the back of your thigh, holding you up as your knees start to shake.

Your head falls back against the cool metal pole behind you with a soft thud. The thrill of being out here, not hidden, not safe, shoots through you like a second pulse. You cast a glance sideways, but it’s too dark, too cluttered for anyone to notice. Still, the risk makes it worse. Makes it better.

Billie drops to her knees in front of you without warning, her mouth hot and wet on your inner thigh. Her fingers never stop moving, curling up, pushing deeper, but now her tongue finds your clit, and everything inside you jumps.

You’re gasping now, whining, one hand on her head, the other bracing hard against the beam. She’s everywhere, licking, sucking, her mouth impossibly hot. The stubble of her upper lip grazes you, just barely, and it makes you twitch, makes you curse.

“Oh my god,” you hiss. “Billie…please”

She groans low into your pussy, and the vibration makes your hips buck. She’s sloppy and thorough, like she needs this, needs to taste you, to make you fall apart. Her hair is messy between your thighs, and you tangle your fingers in it, tugging helplessly. Your legs are barely holding you. She grips one thigh harder, holding you up like she knows exactly how close you are to falling.

You feel it building, a low, deep pressure that’s burning from your spine down through your core, flooding every nerve ending.

“Baby,” you gasp, voice barely holding, “I’m gonna. Billie fuck I’m, please oh fuck.”

Billie presses her mouth harder against your clit, lips locked tight, tongue flicking fast. Then she mumbles against you, her voice thick, “Cum for me, angel.”

The words vibrate into you and it tips you over.

You cum, dribbling down her chin, your body curling, shaking, your moan ragged and barely contained. Billie holds you through it, fingers still slow inside you, tongue easing the last waves out of you until you’re gasping, trembling, boneless. You sag against the pole, trying to catch your breath, hand gripping Billie’s shoulder to steady yourself. She rises slowly, face flushed, lips glossy, her eyes dark and wild.

You laugh once, breathless. “Jesus, Billie…”

She grins, licking the corner of her mouth before wiping her face with the hem of her shirt. She moves close, fixing a strand of your hair that’s stuck to your cheek, then tugging your shirt straight again. You help her do the same, pushing back her fringe, smoothing the edges of her shirt. Your hands are still shaking.

You kiss her once, just a soft press of lips.

When you both walk back around to the vip area, the noise is overwhelming, the crowd still dispersing, someone shouting something nearby, Odessa tossing her head back in laughter.

Claudia’s the first to reach Billie again. “Bills, that was insane,” she says, hugging her tight. “You killed that.”

Billie hugs her back, finally smiling at the others, but you’re tucked right into her side, your fingers looped discreetly into her belt loop. You don’t trust your legs yet. As Claudia chats away, talking about the crowd, the pyros, something someone said on stage, you glance at Billie. She’s listening, nodding along.

But her other hand is at her side, just barely visible. Her pinky is brushing her bottom lip. Then her tongue darts out, quickly, and you watch as she casually licks the edge of her finger.

You swear your knees almost give out again. She meets your gaze. And smirks.

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♱ before your kisses turn into bruises, i'm a warning

warnings. smut, scissoring, fingering, nipple play, fluff, angst, and language.

synopsis. you have a run-in with a "shark" during a walk on the beach—turns out, it's just a runaway dog with terrible name timing. it's owner? a girl who you never intended to meet but is now stuck in your world.

words. 5.7k

letters. longest thing i've written in a while!!!! hope you all enjoy this, i enjoyed writing it cus it made think about my vacation to hawaii last winter 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

the sun's just starting to rise, stretching slowly over the water as you make your way down stone steps that are eventually swallowed by the sand. it's soft and a bit cool beneath your feet, a nice contrast from the warm condo sheets and god-awful pillow that felt like it was suffocating you. jetlag from your flight had you asleep the second you stepped into your designated room for the two week you'd be here.

your friends were still sound asleep in the condo, just as tired as you were. maybe even more tired, seeing as they were still out cold.

the waves are soft, controlled as you walk along the shoreline, sunglasses perched on top of your head even though there's hardly any light. just a bit of pink and purple across the sky. it's all peaceful. steady.

"shark!"

you swear you feel your heart skip a beat, stopping dead in your tracks as you hear the single word. you whip your head around quickly, swallowing nervously.

and there stands a girl—about your age—skipping the steps and practically throwing herself into the sand, dark hair catching the wind. she's got a muscle tee clinging to her body, a backwards cap threatening to fall off her head, and jean shorts that are definitely way too big for her. she's yelling like someone's getting murdered.

"shark! hey, c'mon, boy, get back here," she calls, voice less frantic now.

your brain short circuits. what?

you look around, trying to figure out if this is some type of joke. or maybe this is how locals handle emergencies. she's bolting right towards you, kicking up sand, looking completely unbothered by the actual shark she just screamed bloody murder about.

taking a step back, you raise an eyebrow. "hi, um... is everything—?"

then, barreling out of the dunes behind her, a dog comes sprinting toward the water. a pit bull. tongue out. tail wagging.

you stare. then look back at the girl.

she stops, glancing over at you for the first time, a lazy grin forming on her pink lips.

"that's shark," she says, like that explains everything. "my bad. he's always scaring the tourists away."

you blink, opening your mouth but then closing it.

all you can think to say is, "...who names their dog shark?"

her grin widens, "i do."

then she whistles, calls out for him again, and jogs past you like it's the most normal thing in the world, sand sticking to the back of her calves, cap crooked and hair messy.

you watch her run up the stairs, trying to process the whole thing and contemplating if it's a dream or not.

until a familiar voice cuts through the quiet, "who was that?"

your friend, mia, is at the stairs that billie just walked on a few seconds ago, arms crossed, oversized sleep shirt hanging off one shoulder. the morning breeze plays with the ends of her braids, and she squints at you like she's still just waking up.

you shrug, beginning to walk towards her, "nothing. just some girl yelling about a shark."

she scoffs, "...that's not nothing?"

"well, the shark was a dog," you say, earning a chuckle from your friend, "and they scared the shit out of me."

your friend gives you a suspicious look, but she doesn't push. instead, she just mutters something about how you always attract the weird ones as she turns on her heel and starts walking back to the condo.

the rest of the morning seems to pass by slow after you and mia sneak back into your rooms and pretend to wake up again a few hours later. you're the first one out of bed, dragging your feet as you walk into the kitchen and sit at the rather large marble island.

a door down the hall you just came from opens just before you can do anything else, and here comes ivie. she's only wearing one sock, her hair is everywhere, and she's smiling sleepily as she walks into the kitchen and drops onto the stool next to you.

"sleep good?" you ask, an amused smile on your lips as you turn to her.

her reaction is delayed, which is all you need to know in order to put the pieces together that she, in fact, had a terrible night's rest.

a soft groan escapes her puffy lips as she leans forward into your chest, "the pillows were the worst. kept feelin' like they were trying to suffocate me in my sleep."

glad you weren't the only one who thought that.

"you too?" both of your heads turn to the staircase, watching as paige came down the stairs rubbing her eyes and yawning.

mia is a few steps behind her, sending you a small smile that you return as she goes to open the fridge, asking if anybody was hungry for breakfast. you all agree on eggs and toast, and ivie runs off to her room to grab a speaker from her bag.

she sets up her phone and hits shuffle on the playlist you four shared, and pink + white by frank ocean starts playing through the speakers loud enough to get a noise complaint.

the morning is calm, comfortable. just like the ones you imagined you and your friends would share on this little summer getaway. paige singing awfully in the shower. mia complaining about how her sunscreen won't rub in all the way. ivie throwing all of her clothes around in her room to find the perfect outfit.

when everyone's finally put together, you suggest a smoothie run, which turns into a whole afternoon trip into town.

the streets are warm and quiet, full of surf shops and flirty guys with sunburns. you've got on new sunglasses and your smallest pair of shorts, your friends muttering about stickers and overpriced tote bags.

when someone catches your eye.

it's that girl from the beach. same muscle tee, same backwards cap. now she's standing at a cart with a bright yellow umbrella above it, arguing with some ice cream. shark is sitting beside her, panting happily.

you pause for a second, actually stopping in front of ivie and paige, causing them to bump into you.

but she looks up—and there's no doubt she doesn't see you.

her lips quirk up into a half-smile. lazy. a bit smug.

she nods over at you, silently letting you know she sees you. but your friends have already started teasing you so much you don't even notice.

mia laughs, eyeing the girl, "is that the shark girl?"

you roll your eyes, starting to walk again and straight up ignoring the question even as your cheeks heat up and your palms start sweating. she was just some girl you had a small interaction with, you weren't gonna fall for her, let alone have any interest in her.

still, your heart beat speeds up just a little.

paige is already rambling on about some girl she saw at the smoothie shop, unknowingly saving your ass from the embarrassment and teasing of ivie and mia. her story lasts the entire walk back to the condo, and you silently thank her for being able to fall in love with any and everyone she sees.

the sun's started to go down, casting golden light onto the sidewalks. you're carrying a few shopping bags, still half-full on smoothies and sunburned in the one spot you swore you covered before leaving.

"okay, don't get mad at me for this," paige adds after a moment of silence, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. "but while i was talking with that girl, we snuck off..."

you raise a brow. "...and?"

she grins. "she invited us to a party. it's tonight. rooftop access, a few blocks down, music, hot guys and girls, free drinks if they like you."

you sigh softly, looking around at the group as you all approach the house. as you unlock the front door and walk in, you hear a chorus of yeses and excited scrambling behind you.

and you?

you're not about to pass this up. especially when you're on vacation. and also because billie might be there.

so, you agree.

the party's already in full swing when you get there—balcony lights strung up like constellations, music thumping through the wooden floor, and that salty, warm air enveloping everyone like some oddly comforting blanket.

ivie and paige are already making their way through the crowd not even 5 minutes after getting through the door, and mia politely excuses herself to go find the restroom.

so, you slowly make your way through the crowd to find the kitchen. after pouring yourself a drink, you tuck yourself into some corner in the living room, watching the mess unfold. you're already regretting coming here, eyes moving all around the place.

and then something pulls your attention.

the girl. again.

you swear the universe was trying to tell you something, or maybe she was literally stalking you and the perfect little idea you made up of her in your head wasn't true at all. you hope it's the first option because the way she's looking at you from across the room is making your stomach flutter.

she's in a jersey and some jeans now. her hair's a little messier than the last time you saw her, wild from the wind. but her hat's facing forward this time, casting a dark shadow over her eyes. it shouldn't make her hotter. but it does. stupidly so.

and, as always, she sees you too.

it's subtle at first, the little game you two are playing. the flick of her eyes in your direction. the way you look away as soon as you catch her gaze.

eye tag.

she's sneaking through the crowd like she belongs there, eyes trained to you like a predator. but you don't feel intimidated or scared. just drawn to her. yet you didn't even know her name.

you lose her after a minute, someone walking in front of you just as she's about to come close, but then she's gone. your brows furrow in confusion. there's no way. was that imaginary? is she imaginary?

"keep staring and i might have to call someone on you," her voice startles you for just a moment until you realize it's her.

turning your head, you're met with ocean blue eyes and the lazy smirk you'd grown accustomed to. a smirk of your own tugs at the corners of your mouth, "sorry, sorry."

she huffs a laugh, looking down, stuffing her hands in her pockets, and leaning against the wall you're up against. her eyes meet yours again, soft, comforting.

"i don't mind," she says quietly, just above the music. "i think i like the attention. especially from pretty girls like you."

you nod your head slowly, "wow, flirting already and i don't even have a name yet."

"i'm billie," she adds, like she hasn't owned half of your thoughts since sunrise.

you hum, trying to play it cool as you exchange your own name. "guess i can stop calling you 'shark girl' now, huh?"

billie laughs, biting her lip and taking a step closer, "'shark girl' is cool too," she shrugs, voice lower now, lazy. dangerous in the best possible way.

her eyes burn into yours, making you glance away just to catch your breath. there was something about her energy. the way she moved, spoke, existed. it was so unlike everything back at home.

she was just... different.

"do you always hit on tourists at parties like these?" you joke, trying to give yourself a break.

but billie's already shooting back, nodding down, "only one's that wear skirts that short."

"you're impossible."

"and yet... here you are. still talking to me."

you bite your lip, finally gaining the courage to look her in the eyes again. bad idea. the way she simply stares at you just makes your heart start beating 10x faster than normal, your breath catching again.

she notices this time, you're sure of it. but she doesn't say anything, just observes you, waits for your next words, your next move, like she's trying to predict what you'll do.

"got me there," you murmur softly.

the whole reason you came here was to make memories, to make the best of this short vacation. and here you were, talking to some girl you met just this morning and already falling in love. some girl that you'll have to leave in a few days.

it doesn't hit you that you only have one week here when billie's staring at you like that, lower lip tucked between her perfect teeth, eyelids droopy, and full of interest.

but then someone runs up to you, grabbing your arm and shaking it wildly, "okay, okay, okay—hey, come with me!"

fucking paige.

she's tugging you away from billie before you can even make an effort to protest, "don't ask questions, just come with me, 'kay?"

you glance at billie as you're being dragged away, only to find her following you with slow steps that somehow keep up with paige's fast strides.

"am i about to get sacrificed, or...?"

"only if you're lucky," she giggles. "come on!"

you mutter some curse under your breath but follow her anyway, heart still thumping from billie's words. speaking of billie, she's still following right behind you two, smirk growing wider like she already knows what's about to happen. the three of you make your way down a narrow staircase, past drunk couples, and empty plastic cups until you reach a basement that looks like someone's personal man cave—but much cleaner.

there's a circle of people formed on the floor, an empty bottle in the middle of it.

"spin the bottle? seriously?" you deadpan, feeling paige's hand slip from yours.

she nods, practically bouncing. "they said only cool people, so obviously i told 'em we were coming."

you shoot her a glare, but she's already scurrying over to the girl you assume invited her. billie's not far behind her—sitting in an empty gap of the circle like it was routine. like she's still not invading your every thought. so, with a defeated sigh, you go and sit next to paige and her little girlfriend, across the circle from billie.

a few spins go by. strangers kissing strangers. obnoxious laughter. half-hearted cheers. you're nearly asleep from how boring it's getting. and billie can tell, her eyes raking over you and examining your facial features and body language, the way you rested your chin in the palm of your hand. she bites her lip, smiling like she's planning something.

and then it's your turn. you're on the verge of dozing off when paige nudges you harshly, muttering something about billie that you don't quite hear.

you lean over, spinning the bottle and then sitting back down calmly like you're not trying to calculate who it'll land on.

it slows after a few seconds, stuttering.

then, it stops.

billie.

you hold your breath as you look up at her, watching as the smirk on her face grows into a full smile, showing off her pretty teeth.

she just chuckles, laughing louder when paige hollers, "finally!" like she was waiting for this very moment to happen.

billie just sits there, so, you move first. she's biting her lip again, keeping eye contact with you and letting herself relax like it's normal to be kissing someone in front of nearly 15 people.

and when your lips touch—it's anything but normal.

she kisses you like she's trying to prove a point. one of her large hands grips your hip, the other sliding up your side like she owns your body. you gasp into her mouth, fingers curling at the collar of her jersey.

someone groans. another mutters, "holy shit."

neither of you can hear, though.

your free hand tangles in her hair, knocking her hat off her head accidentally, and billie just groans softly against your lips, pulling you onto her lap like nobody else is watching. like she didn't just meet you this morning.

when you finally pull back, your lips feel swollen and your pulse is wild. you don't even attempt to look around, but you can feel the silence.

billie's breathless, her grip on your body tightening like she doesn't want you to go. but, when paige buts in again, she decides it's better to continue this later.

you head back to your spot next to paige, eyes still glued to billie. you're both still catching your breaths, and she's trying to maintain any sense of self control she still has left before she pounces on you in front of everyone.

it's the next girls turn, a curly brunette wearing a cherry red top. you can hear the whispers already starting to surface, hearing the name "riley" amongst everyone hoping the bottle lands on them.

"just a heads up," she announces whole crawling over to the bottle, "i don't do half-assed kisses."

you already don't like her.

then she spins the bottle, dragging her fingers across it as if she's trying to make it land on a certain someone. it twirls, stuttering a few times, and you can already feel it in your chest before it even stops.

it lands on billie.

again.

riley grins. "rules are rules."

billie rolls her eyes playfully, beckoning her over with a curl of her fingers.

she's on billie's lap in less than 2 seconds, their mouths connecting instantly. and it's a lot.

hands in hair, mouths open, and billie's practically licking the inside of riley's mouth, and someone's literally filming it. your jaw tightens. because it's hot, sure. but it's not you. and that just makes the situation worse.

you still watch, pretending not to care. pretending like your nails aren't digging into the carpet.

but the kiss doesn't look the same. nobody's gasping or gawking over it like when you kissed billie. there's no tension in the air, no fingers digging into hips, no slow pull-away like she wants more.

it's just for show.

paige's girlfriend breaks the silence, "okay, okay, damn. game's over. we're not filming a porno in the basement."

there're a mixture of laughter and disappointed groans. people start getting up. paige is just about to grab your hand, but you're already on your feet. already heading upstairs.

you set your cup down on the counter when you reach the kitchen again, pouring yourself another drink to try and get rid of the jealously burning beneath your skin. try to ignore the way your heart's beating in your ears.

"you jealous?" billie's teasing voice erupts from behind you, a small laugh escaping her throat.

you don't turn around to face her. just sip from your drink slowly. "why do you think that?"

she steps closer, crossing her arms over her chest. "because i could feel your eyes burning holes into riley and i when we were kissing."

that's when you turn around.

she's closer than you thought—hat in her hand, hair a little wild from the kisses and the heat. her eyes drink you in like she hasn't already had a taste. like she wants more.

"you think i kiss everyone like i kissed you?" she asks, voice low.

"i think you could."

billie hums. "but i don't."

you hate the way that makes your cheeks heat up.

she reaches out, putting hat back on, and brushing your fingers where they're clenched around your cup. "you mad at me?"

you shake your head. but it's too quick.

"liar," she says softer, stepping closer. "i can tell. your expression is tense. and you're looking at me like you wanna kill me."

billie grabs your waist before you can say something smart, pulling you in like it's nothing. like you belong this close to her.

she just stares into your eyes, grabbing the cup from your hand sneakily and setting it down on the counter next to you. it's darker now. the only light source being the under-cabinet lights. upstairs, you can hear the music and the energy. it's pulsing through the ceiling. bass and bodies and someone screaming along to whatever's playing.

but down here, it's quiet.

just you.

and her.

you can smell hints of salt and something citrusy clinging to her jersey. her eyes are locked on yours, slowly drifting to your lips as if she's trying to figure something out. as if she wants to lean in closer and kiss you again.

and you want her to. you really, really want her lips back on yours. but the longer you look into her ocean blue eyes, the more you realize that your time together is limited.

a huff passes through your lips, a defeated one.

"look, you can kiss whoever you want. it's not like i'm gonna be here any longer, anyway," you say, trying to shrug off the feeling like the words don't sting. "only a week. and i'm not exactly planning a long distance... whatever this is, with some girl i literally met today."

she pulls you closer. "so don't plan."

you chuckle. "oh, cause it's so easy, huh?"

"it is, actually."

you roll your eyes, but your voice has an edge to it. "what's the point if we have limited time? why should i bother creating a bond with you if we don't even live in the same place? you don't even know me."

she leans in, breath shallow like she's getting mad.

"so what, you think i'm just some girl you can kiss and forget about?" she scoffs, voice low. like she's challenging you to say something smart.

you don't say anything. and that's all she needs.

her lips are on yours in an instant, and this time, it's not gentle. it's messy. urgent. no audience. no background talk. just tongues and teeth and hunger, like she's been waiting all night to finally get her hands on you. her fingers slide beneath the hem of your top, gripping your waist tighter.

you should pull away, but the way she's holding you so securely, so tight, it makes you wanna melt into her. the way her grip never lets up practically forces the argument out of your head and turns it into something hotter. your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, you really forget about everything else—your anger, your stress, the fact that this might be the worst idea of your life.

when she pulls away, her forehead rests against yours. her breath's ragged, and yours isn't any better.

"you're right," she murmurs. "we don't have much time. so let's make it count, yeah?"

you're silent at first, still trying to catch your breath as you search her eyes for something. but then you nod, and billie wastes no time in dragging you down a dark, narrow hallway, hand gripping yours like you'll leave if she lets go.

you let her take the lead, your heart pounding in your head louder than the music upstairs. her shoulders are tense. and so are yours. everything's moving so fast, but somehow not fast enough for your liking.

she pushes open a random door at the end of the hall without knocking, kicking it shut when you're both inside. it's someone's room, or a guest room, you don't know. the bed's made, but the blinds are broken, and there's a jacket tossed over the desk chair. the air's somehow warmer in here.

you can barely register anything else before billie's lips are on yours again, hands on your face. you kiss her like you're still mad. like you need to get something through to her that is beyond words.

her hands find your waist again, fingers tugging at the hem of your top and tugging it up your body. you put your arms up, pulling it over your head and throwing it on the floor. her fingers are back on you immediately, pulling you close until your hips collide. she leans back in, teeth catching your lower lip and making you gasp.

pushing her forward by her chest, you watch as the backs of her knees hit the bed, then she's forced into sitting. you push her back, causing her back to hit the mattress. she's grinning stupidly at you, hat still on—but now it's crooked.

you crawl over her, hands placed on either side of her head.

"you don't even know me," you whisper, echoing your words from earlier.

she's breathless. "then let me learn."

with that, you kiss her again. it's slower, deeper. like you wanna memorize the pillowy feeling of her lips. her fingers slide under the waistband of your skirt, nails grazing your skin, and it's all too much. too much and not enough.

her hat finally falls off when you run your fingers through her hair, and you smile against her lips when you feel one of her hands leave your skirt and then hear the soft thud of it falling to the floor. then she flips you over so that you're beneath her now, one hand beside your head, the other trailing down your body.

the tips of her fingers run along your bare stomach, leaving a trail of fire. she's still devouring your lips, gripping the sheets beside your head like she's trying to control herself.

her lips trail down your jaw, your throat, and then she kisses your collarbone roughly. like she's been thinking about it since you kissed her in the basement.

and maybe she has.

voice muffled against your skin, she asks, "how long do we have left again?"

"a week," you breathe, eyes half-lidded, voice shaky.

she stops when she reaches your bra, looking up into your eyes, "better not waste another second, then."

and she sticks to those words, her hand reaching behind your back. you arch into her, letting your head fall back against the pillows as you feel billie undo the clasp of your bra. then she's slipping the straps off your shoulders, throwing it to the floor and latching her lips onto your nipple gently.

you moan quietly, fingers tangling in her hair when she rolls your other nipple between her thumb and index fingers. she's sucking gently, humming quietly against your skin before releasing your nipple with a pop.

her kisses trail lower, slow and deliberate, breath ghosting over your skin and making you twitch under her. you grip her hair tighter, knuckles bleeding white, biting down on your lip to stifle the whimper building in your throat.

the room is thick with heat, but there's still that flicker of jealousy and uncertainty in the air. it crackles between the space where your eyes meet, even as her lips brush against the waistband of your skirt.

"you're still jealous," she mumbles, fingers tugging your skirt down your ankles and then discarding of it on the floor. "i can tell."

you nod reluctantly, eyes fluttering closed as you feel her fingers running up your inner thighs, feather-light and maddening.

she kisses your inner thigh, then your clit over your panties. a soft gasp escapes between your lips, earning a quiet chuckle from the girl between your legs.

"stop teasing," you swallow hard.

her eyes flick back up to you, smirking just like always. "i'm not teasing."

and she's right. she isn't teasing.

she's taking her time—too much time—touching you like she wants to remember what your body feels like before you're gone. kissing you like she wants to burn the taste of your chapstick into her memory.

you raise your hips, tugging at her hair.

"please, don't make think anymore tonight."

billie pauses, breath still, cheek resting against your inner thigh. then, barely audible, she whispers, "okay."

and she gives you what you ask for—not holding back as she takes the waistband of your panties between her teeth and tugs them down your thighs until they're bunched around you ankles, letting them fall onto the floor.

as she's on her feet, she pulls her jersey over her head, unclasping her own bra, then unbuckling her belt. her jeans hit the floor with a soft thud, and you can barely make out the little sliver of a tanline on her hips when her underwear drops.

the room is so dark that you can hardly see anything—just the soft curve of her body in shadows, the swell of her breasts, and the tension in her shoulders as she leans over you again.

her lips part to ask a question, but then she shuts them, remembering your words from earlier. you didn't want to think. you didn't know what you wanted, exactly, but you knew you wanted her.

"i don't wanna forget this," you gasp as you feel her fingers swipe through your folds. you didn't mean to say it out loud.

but you did.

and billie stops for a moment, eyes flicking back up and finding yours, even in the dark. her lips quirk up into a small smile, lowering her head into the crook of your neck and pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses all over.

"then don't," she whispers, so quiet you almost don't hear, "don't forget me. please."

you nod, hands snaking around her body and resting on her back. you whimper when her thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow but tight circles on the little nub as she kisses and nips at your soft neck.

she slots her legs around yours, fingers leaving your cunt and finding their way to her lips as she lowers her pussy onto yours. your eyes can't seem to pull away from the sight of her pretty digits slipping between her lips and sucking your arousal off of them.

her hips shift, eliciting a low moan from the both of you. you're already shaking. maybe from nerves. maybe from how good it feels.

or maybe because it hurts, knowing that this may be the last time you'll see each other.

"fuck," billie whines, hands moving to your hips as her head falls back in pleasure. her pace is slowly increasing, getting needier and faster with each thrust of her hips.

the squelching sound only makes it hotter, knowing that the both of you are equally wet. it distracts you both from everything.

you're not sure when her name starts spilling from your mouth like a prayer or when your nails start digging into her hips to pull her closer against you.

she's everywhere on your body—hands moving around the expanse of your skin, lips brushing against yours so rough yet so lovingly. curses fall from her mouth every now and then, breath ragged and sharp, muttering, "god, you're unreal."

her eyes drift down to where you're connected, and now she's not sure if she can take her eyes from the sight of her dripping cunt grinding against your own. she can't help but whimper when her clit bumps against yours.

your own eyes are fixated on billie's face. the moonlight shining through the broken blinds illuminates her face just right, giving you the perfect view of her faded freckles and pouty, pink lips. you're not sure you'll be able to forget the furrow of her brows after tonight, the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips in concentration. her hair is falling over her shoulder, framing her face beautifully and bouncing subtly each time she moves her hips. your thoughts were starting to get cloudy, the only clear visions happening to be billie and that stupid smug smirk of hers. the one that you were starting to like a little too much.

"you're so beautiful," you manage to whisper between moans.

billie's eyes snap up to yours the second she hears your broken moan. she bites her lip hard, making herself flinch and whine at the slight pain.

her hips grind harder against you, fingers digging into your waist and causing you to arch into her. the angle makes the pleasure 10 times better, the bed creaking quietly beneath you two.

"m'gonna cum," she warns, voice a higher pitch than before.

her breath picks up quickly, coming out in shallow, short huffs as the knot in her stomach snaps. the sticky, warm feeling of her cum seeping onto your cunt is enough to make you cum with a loud, throaty moan.

your hips gradually slow down once your body starts to feel spent, heart still beating rapidly but starting to go back to normal. billie rolls off of you, sliding under the covers and helping you under.

the room goes quiet, save for the mixed sounds of your heavy breaths and sighs and the hum of music still bumping loudly upstairs. you roll onto your side, draping your leg over her waist and pulling the covers up more.

her fingers trail up your side and around to your spine, dancing along the expanse of your back as she stares into your eyes. she's warm—so warm and comforting.

you're not saying much of anything now. maybe it's because you're both spent, or it's because you don't need to say anything.

you lean forward, nuzzling your head against her chest, skin still damp with a thin layer of sweat, but you're already too comfortable to care. her arm wraps around your body, pulling you flush against her body, your curves slotting against hers so satisfyingly.

"hey," she says suddenly, voice hoarse. "d'you think crabs know they're sideways?"

exhaling tiredly, you tilt your head up to look at her. "billie."

she laughs at your half-annoyed half-amused expression, fingers drawing shapes along your skin as she continues with the dumb topic, "no, seriously. what if they think we're the weird ones?"

you shift on top of her, deciding to just shut your eyes and listen to her. "we just fucked and you're talking about crabs."

"you'd be surprised what my brain can do post-orgasm," she whispers, voice all smug like she's proud of herself.

billie goes quiet after that, her free hand coming up and running her fingers through your hair. you relax against her completely when you really start to pay attention to the soft beating of her heart, the sound lulling you into sleep.

her fingers never stop tracing patterns on your skin or combing through your hair, touch so soft and careful. she can hear the crashing of waves against the shore even through the glass.

your breath is even now, lips slightly parted, fingers twitching against billie's waist.

she watches you for a moment. then she swallows nervously, the corners of her lips curling with the need to say something. something stupid. stupid but true.

"you're gonna ruin me," she whispers, chuckling quietly.

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this is so adorable, you did great my love <33

ᥫ᭡ CUDDLE BUG ── .✦ B.E.

Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader

Genre: pure fluff

a/n: this is my first EVER fic so please do not mind if it is horrible 😓 I apologize in advance

w/c: 0.6k

The room smelt purely like vanilla, a mix of the lotion you had just put on, and the vanilla-scented candle burning on the bedside table. Your body was freshly shaved, legs smooth and rubbing against the comforter just right. Everything was perfect. There was just one thing missing, something that tied everything together.

Billie. She was still in the bathroom, doing her nightly routine. As much as you loved Billie’s smooth skin and her perfect scent—a mixture of vanilla and something fruity—you missed her, cuddled up with you in the bed you shared together. Even if it was for a moment.

You slowly got out of the bed, one of Billie’s hoodies hugging your body just right, not too loose, and not too tight. The shorts you were wearing—which were also Billie’s—fell down to your knees, the fabric barely touching your skin.

Once you reached the bathroom, you saw Billie standing at the sink, using the blow dryer. She looked so focused—making sure every inch of her hair got dried—that she didn’t notice you walking in at first.

You slowly made your way behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist gently, and pressing your cheek into her shoulder.

Billie jumped at the sudden hug from behind, tensing up for just a moment. But as she saw your arms wrapped around her waist, your cute little face resting on her shoulder, she couldn’t help but smile.

"Hi, lovey," She spoke softly, "You couldn’t wait for me in the bed? I was just about to be done.“

You shook your head, speaking in a tired, quiet voice, "Need you… wanna cuddle.“

Billie only chuckled lightly, speaking again. "Okay, baby. Can you hold on for a moment, first? I need to finish drying my hair,“

You wanted to say no, to drag her into the bed with you right at this moment, to hold her tightly and never let go. But you loved feeling Billie’s soft, dry hair in between your fingers while you cuddled, so, you slowly nodded your head, closing your eyes as Billie turned the blow dryer back on.

Billie could’ve sworn she was going to melt at the sight of your perfect face, so tired and needy. She felt like her heart was being squeezed from just your cuteness. She quickly finished up blow drying her hair, turning it back off before placing it down on the sinks counter.

"Okay, Baby,“ she said, her voice soft and soothing to your tired mind, "I can give you all the cuddles you want.“

You immediately perked up, feeling Billie turn in your arms so your chests were pressed together. And gently, Billie picked you up bridal style, making a surprised squeak ring through your throat, but it was definitely not a unwelcome action.

Your arms hooked around her neck, burying your face into the soft skin. You took in her scent over and over, and you just couldn’t get enough. She just smelt so good.

Billie made her way back to the bedroom, and she gently layed you down on the soft mattress, making sure your head was resting against the pillows you liked. She then climbed in with you, before pulling you as close as you two could get.

Your arms went around her waist, holding her tightly, as if she would leave you the second you let go. Her one arm went around your neck, her fingers gently combing through your silky, smooth hair. Her other arm went to her back, her hand rubbing up and down in a soothing motion.

You let out a soft, sweet yawn, as your eyes began to flutter shut. You hid your face into her chest, taking a deep breath as you began to drift off.

Billie couldn’t help but smile, her eyes filled with love as she looked down at you. You looked like a little, sleeping koala, holding onto its bamboo.

"Goodnight, my little cuddle bug.“ ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

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Please remember that the #1 pick goes to one of/the worst team. Paige didn’t get drafted to a power house team. They gotta figure it out together.

This happens every year for the number 1 pick. Indiana only won 2 of their first 10 games last season….

Add all that to the fact that Dallas is a brand new team with brand new staff and coaches. Relax.

It’s preseason. The roster will look different by the time the season starts. And those who make the roster will start to build chemistry and get better.

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tumblr crushes suck can we abolish them

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BRO I HATE THE “waking up to her fucking you” SCENARIO ITS SO GROSS!! WERE YALL NOT TAUGHT CONSENT?!

It’s actually insane because you’re taught about this in school, like this isn’t something people just don’t know is wrong!!

If you write this, or reply to asks that say things like this I think you’re very weird

UNLESS YOU GUYS TALKED ABOUT IT WHILE AWAKE (still a bit weird to me) I DONT EVER WHAT TO SEE THAT!!

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a letter to you; b.e.

tw: suicide

"Hey, love. I honestly don't know what to say now that the paper is actually in front of me. I'm not sorry for finally giving in and well taking my life, but i am sorry for writing you this. I'm hopping that, in a way, this brings you closure. I'm listening to your songs at the moment, they're all so beautiful. I hope you'll get to do much more. You'll be my forever artist. Listen, I'm sorry, but I couldn't do it much longer. The pain, the confusion and I don't even know why i feel like this. I know you've been trying to help and I love you so much, but I just can't. I'm sorry i can't love you any longer, my love will always be yours and no one else's. I wish i could explain to you why i feel this way but there's just so much I can't say. And though I know or well hope it'll be hard to move on, I hope you find happiness once more. I've tried my best to give it you, I hope I've succeeded, if not that'd really awkward... Fuck, I just... wish there was another way for me to not feel like this. but i've tried everything. I need this. I need to feel this. I can't keep living with this disease. it's consuming me. I hurt physically at any minor inconvenience, it's like my heart is squeezed with the strength of a thousand fists and my throat is being torn out over and over again and I can physically feel the blood gurgling up my throat every time. but it's not real, it's not real and so i make it at least somewhat real and cut cut cut until i see blurry. I find solace in the pain i cause myself. losing myself is so much easier than losing people i love. it hurts and I want to rip every strand of my hair out, hit my own head with my bare hands until I pass out every time, dig my nail into the meat of my palm until the skin rips and I bleed. I want to cut until I see meat or bone because I'm starting to realise it's not getting better and it's helping me less and less. It's like upping the dose. I need to be covered in my own blood, choking on it until the light disappears from my eyes and my heart finally stops beating so frantically. The rarity of times when I feel happier, there's always that voice in the back of my head, screaming at me and telling me that It'll be all over soon and I'll be back to this depressed loser whose only desire is to die. don't ever doubt the happiness you brought me, but sadly it seems I'm not made to be happy. I'm just tired. I'm tired of this constant roller-coaster of a life I have to live. I don't wanna be like this anymore. I don't want to stay and I won't. there're so many words I should say but i can't. I'm sorry for making you mourn me when you thought we'd be mourned together. I won't be writing a letter to anyone else, you're my rock, baby. and I don't care about anyone else. I love you, Billie."

The piece of paper fell from billie's hands, which were shaking as she stood by you. your lifeless body laid on the floor, the pool of blood had stopped growing a while ago, you were empty. billie could faintly hear the sounds of sirens and tires screeching outside but it was all muffled, she could only hear the sound of her heart beating in her ears as her knees gave out and she fell onto them, eyes strained on the paper, fallen into the pool of your blood, now coated a crimson red.

the tears streaming down her face were almost drowning her as her body shook on the cold floor of your shared bedroom. her chest felt tight. too tight as she clutched her hand over her beating heart which was currently in a billion pieces. the terrified look never left her eyes since the moment she'd came into the room after a long day of press. she felt as if she might suffocate before she was snapped out of her daze by the sounds of footsteps, then the gentle, gloved hands pressing against her shoulders.

she looked up, eyes locking with the EMT's but she couldn't hear a word she was saying. out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other EMTs checking your vitals, shaking their heads as letting out sighs. but then, when one came in with a human-sized bag clutched in their hands and the EMT in front of her tried to get her to leave, the dam broke, cries and screams left her throat as her body shook, trashing against the hold of the EMT, desperate to hold your hand just one more time...

a/n: normal writers when they've been feeling shitty: writes fluff for comfort, me: writes angst

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hiii could we get smut prompts 5 & 6 together?

love your work btw!

prompt list

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5) body worshipping 

6) marathon session

words: 1272 (oops)

A soft grunt of frustration leaves your lips as you struggle to unzip your dress. You’re turned around in the mirror, trying to grab at it, but your arm just isn’t long enough, no matter what you do. After such a long night of talking to people you don’t know and pretending to laugh at their jokes, all you wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep forever. You want the dress off.

Billie wants it off too, but for an entirely different reason. You’d complained about it for hours on end before going to the event, about how it was “too tight” and “not your color”. But Billie couldn’t get enough of it. She couldn’t get enough of you: the way the dress hugged your body, the way your hair fell over your shoulders, how soft you looked. It wasn’t even inherently sexual; you just looked so pretty. 

As you struggle, you feel her gentle hands rest on your shoulders, and she slowly pulls the zipper down as she presses her soft lips to your bare shoulder. You turn your head slightly to meet her eyes, and it’s like all of the exhaustion and stress of the night melts away. She’s smiling at you so gently, her eyes so full of love, like you’re the only thing worth looking at. You lean up to kiss her cheek, mumbling under your breath, “Thank you.”

Her smile softens even more, and the kiss she leaves on your temple says the words she doesn’t say out loud: “Of course. Anything for you.”

And then she’s holding your hand so softly, her fingers absentmindedly playing with your palm as she walks you over to the bed. This time, your lips find her shoulder as you follow behind her, and they trail up to the back of her neck before she helps you get comfy. 

Instead of hovering on top of you like she normally might, she lays down next to you, and helps work you out of the rest of your clothes. She takes the pins out of your hair, taking care to not pull or twist, unclips the bra that was much too tight for you, runs her fingers up your spine to encourage you to stretch yourself out before you get too sore, slides your underwear down your legs, all while letting her lips graze your skin with the tiniest kisses. She’s always been so beyond gentle with you, and she can tell you really need that gentleness right now.

Her lips trail down your neck, pressing the softest, barely there kisses to your skin. Usually, she loves biting and sucking at your skin, but she can tell that isn’t what you need right now. She knows your body better than anyone else, and for right now, she just wants to love on you. Especially because you looked so pretty tonight.

She spends a few moments kissing over your breasts, which she knows are sore from the bra you’d been wearing that was meant to push them up. It looked great— it always does— but she’d much rather have you comfortable. And she knows you so well that she knows you’re way too sore for any real stimulation, so she avoids your nipples and just soothes over the skin instead, like she’s trying to coax it back to normal. You sigh quietly at the feeling of her soft lips and gentle fingers on your skin; it’s definitely helping.

After a long while of attention to your chest, Billie makes her way down to your tummy. You’ve always been sensitive about being touched there, like most people are. It’s just so vulnerable and ticklish, and in the past, being touched in your stomach usually involved having fingers jabbed in your sides in what was supposed to be a funny joke. But you hate being tased like that, and Billie knows it, so she’s never even tried. There are better ways to mess with you than hurting you and making you uncomfortable.

Her lips are so soft, trailing over your stomach in a way that might tickle, but doesn’t. She takes extra care to make sure it doesn’t. You’ve given her the privilege of getting to touch you there, and she’d never even dream about abusing it. It makes you feel so known, so loved.

She slowly works her ways down to your thighs, and if it’s possible, her lips become even softer. What used to be angry marks on your delicate skin have softened into small raised lines. They might be years old, but they never really go away, and in all the time she’s known you, she’s never once brought them up. At least, not during times like this. You’ve talked about it, sure, but she always makes them feel… insignificant. Not in a way that ignores the reason for them being there, but in a way that just makes them feel like more skin. They’re a part of you, and she doesn’t care that they’re there. They don’t change how much she loves you.

Then, when she finally connects her mouth with your core, any last bit of tension in your body completely melts away. She’s so gentle, like she only cares about making you feel good. She knows you’re sleepy and overwhelmed and just need love, so that’s all she’s going to give you. 

Her hands hold your hips as she softly runs her tongue over you, and your hand tangles in her hair just so you can feel her. Your other hand fiddles with the sheets until one of her own comes up to replace the fabric, and the action is so sweet that you could burst into tears. Fingers intertwine in the gentlest way possible; it’s not desperate or demanding on either end. You just want to be together. 

When your thighs start trembling softly around her head, she knows you’re close. You don’t even need to tell her, she just knows you that well, and a soft squeeze to your hand has you falling apart in her arms. 

Billie really proves how well she knows you when her mouth slows down, already knowing you’re going to be sensitive, but doesn’t stop. The slight tightening of your fingers in her hair tells her you want to keep going, and, of course, she doesn’t mind. She’d do this all night, all day, as long as you wanted her to. And she does: only pulling away what must be hours later when your fingers in her hair loosen, and your soft moans quiet down to sleepy breaths.

She pulls away to gently clean you up, careful to avoid the places you’re most sensitive. You’re practically asleep already, but you’re awake enough to feel her soft lips press to her forehead, and her arms encase you to pull you against her body. A sigh leaves you when you’re all tucked up against her, soft skin on soft skin, and it only takes a few more minutes for you to pass out on her chest.

You’ve spoken barely two words to each other since you got home, but actions really do speak louder than words. The way she touches you so softly in your most sensitive areas, always double checks to make sure you’re okay, scratches your head in the way she knows you like, it says so much. Tells you how much she loves you. And the way your fingers find the spot on her waist that they always do, and just barely twitch along the skin, even when you’re too tired to move, tells her you love her just as much.

a/n: sorry this got so long, i highkey got carried away but this prompt is just so cute☹️☹️☹️ hope you like it tho!!

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At one point I was so fucking broke I ended up working for an AI generated porn company so I could afford my cat's surgery. From this I learned that AI is absolutely obsessed with premature ejaculation. I have had to spend longer than humane trying to teach AI that an experienced prostitute should not be saying "FUUUCK I'M SO CLOSE" because some fingers lightly tapped his half-hard cock. My cat is healthy again and now I'm a cashier, so life is good once more.

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whoa.

♱ STUDY SESH

billie shouldn't feel this way. not about you, and especially not about your fingers that were currently gripping the pencil in your hand as you wrote down notes for an upcoming math test. it was a casual motion, and it wasn't supposed to be arousing at all.

but, in billie's twisted mind, the gentle grip you had made her stomach flip in every different direction.

and you were quick to catch on. it was obvious with the way her eyes stayed glued onto your lengthy fingers whenever you turned to tell her you were ready to move on, and the second that you told her to stop so you could write, her eyes would already be locked onto your hands.

so now, here you were: your knees digging into the hardwood floor, one hand holding billie's thigh open while the other held her waist as you leaned closer and closer to her warm, sopping cunt.

it was torture the way you teased her, your fingers dancing along the skin of her inner thigh only to pull away and pout at her mockingly. she was on the verge of tears.

"jus' one? i'll—please, i'll..." billie's voice trails off, cutting off into a whine when you drag your fingers along her inner thigh.

her eyes never leave you, glasses crooked on the bridge of her nose as she sniffles. she tries to blink back the tears brimming in her eyes, but it's no use because as soon as she gains the smallest amount of control of herself, your fingers are running through her puffy folds, slick with her sticky arousal.

"oh my god," billie whines, voice barely a whisper as her pussy clenches around nothing, back arching away from the couch cushions, "ohmygodohmygod."

you don't pay her any mind, simply smiling and dragging your fingers through her sensitive folds once again. you give her a few more strokes before you hear her frustrated whine.

"ma—mama, i—i can't," she cries softly, face red and tears beginning to run down her cheeks, "n'more teasin'. please."

her hands stay at her sides, pushing at the pillows just to pull them back so hard that her knuckles bleed white. she didn't wanna mess up your pretty hair, even if you were starting to get her all worked up and frustrated.

when you finally look up into her eyes with hooded ones, her lips part even wider, and before she can stop it, she feels the knot in her stomach snap.

you gasp softly, eyes widening in the slightest as you watch billie's cum leak from her pretty cunt and onto your fingers, dripping down her folds and soaking the couch cushions. you couldn't even imagine the conversation she'd need to have with her parents later.

"i—oh my god, what—i..." you don't reply, staying silent despite the sticky feeling between your own thighs growing wetter and wetter the more you look at your tutor—and nerdy best friend.

she looks like a beautiful mess. her hair was a mess from all the squirming, her glasses even more crooked than before, and her face stained with tear streaks. you couldn't even be mad at her.

"i didn't even get to touch you properly, bil." you coo, frowning up at her as you retract your hand from between her trembling legs, "you're just that sensitive, huh?"

billie doesn't know what to say, her lips opening and closing like she has something to say but she doesn't know how to say it. she feels her heart skip a beat whenever you bring your fingers up to your mouth and slowly push them past your plump, pink lips.

the action is so dirty, something she'd never seen before, but she wanted to see it a million times more. the way you thrust your fingers in and out of your mouth, it makes her heart race and her pussy wet. even more than before.

"still wanna feel you 'round my fingers." you murmur against your digits, pulling them out from between your lips with a 'pop'. the confused look on the poor girls' face is enough to make you laugh.

"isn't that what you wanted in the first place, hon?"

billie's heart feels like it stops whenever your palm lands against her cunt in a sharp, harsh slap. it's enough to make fresh tears swell in her eyes, but it's also enough to make the knot in her stomach tighten again.

"don't start cryin' again," you coo, but really, her mewls and weak whimpers are music to your ears.

"'m'sorry." billie cries, shaking her head, "jus'—please, don't—no more." she begs, but the desperation still swirling in her eyes tells you otherwise.

so, you finally push one of your digits into billie's tight hole, and by the quiet squeak that you hear from the nerdy girl, you know she's already feeling full.

guess you needed to stretch her out.

LETTERS. this is all i can give you guys right now 😓 i've been super unmotivated this past month, and it might be due to some things in my personal life or simply just because i really don't feel like writing recently. but i promise i'll be back on my grind & will start to dig into my drafts sometime. seasonal depression is really hitting hard, so i'm sorry i haven't been very active :( i love you all soso much!!! 🤍

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LOSER GIRLFRIEND BILLIE

highschool/college version

•losergfbillie who starts crying when you cry because she feels bad.

•losergfbillie who likes planning co-ordinated outifts you could wear together .

•losergfbillie who sits quietly with a sheepish smile on her face watching you get ready for your dates.

•losergfbillie who tugs at your shirt when you're at a party so she doesn't loose sight of you

•losergfbillie who carries all your bags for you letting you walk empty handed because you told her you're tired.

•losergfbillie who who gets awkward or quiet when she gets approched by girls at parties and gets behind you when you show up.

•losergfbillie who invites you over a whole lot maggie and patrick aren't even surprised when they find you there anymore.

•losergfbillie who doesn't hesitate to go down on her knees at your feet whenever she needs you

•losergfbillie who's too shy to show her hickeys from the night before but does it cause you said it's so everybody knows she belongs to you.

•losergfbillie who sits on your desk and does your homework for you while you sit besides her letting your legs sprawl on her lap.

-losergfbillie who gets distracted by your legs and how your skirt shifts up and gets turned on.

-losergfbillie who can't stop staring at your bare skin peeking out until you offer her to eat you out.

•losergfbillie who sits on the edge of your bed watching you try out all the clothes you bought getting flustered and horny.

•losergfbillie who doesn't touch your body until you give her permission.

•losergfbillie who begs to touch and taste you with teary eyes because of how desperately she wants you.

•losergfbillie who whimpers like crazy just by you dry humping her thigh .

•losergfbillie who breaks into a cry of moans when you tease her then deny her access to your body.

•losergfbillie who finds having sex over at her parents house wrong because her parents room are closer but she can't hide how much she enjoys the thrill of it all.

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i need friends on here too 🙂‍↕️ hii

hii lol, im answering this as im going to sleeo

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need friends lowk, HMU AHH

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♱ SOUNDS BETTER

"m'wife's so pretty," she whispers to herself, but you hear. saying you were soaked was an understatement.

WARNINGS. SMUT, breeding kink, cum-filled strap, strap in v, subtop!billie × dombottom!reader, nipple play, pet names, use of y/n a few times, fluff.

SYPNOSIS. when the topic of whose last name one of you would be taking after marriage comes up, billie finds herself in a rather... sticky situation.

WORDS.

LETTERS. i hate this okay bye 💔💔💔

"y/n o'connell," billie murmurs from her place at the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off while her body lays comfortably on the mattress. she rolls onto her stomach, resting her elbows on the bed so that she can lay her chin on her palms, "rolls right off the tongue." she giggles.

you shoot a smirk that matches her own cheeky one, your back resting against the headboard as your legs rested crossed over each other.

"yeah, but billie y/l/n sounds pretty good as well, no?" you ask, voice higher than usual. whenever you and billie landed on this topic, you always got so excited, and she was quite aware of that.

she shrugs, wiggling her entire body onto the bed and crawling over to you slowly. billie takes her lower lip between her teeth, blue eyes fixated on your own e/c ones. she straddles your lap, and you stretch your legs out straight so that she can sit comfortably, hands coming to her hips to pull her closer.

your smile grows as billie's hands cup your face, her thumbs—both adorned with rings—caress your cheeks gently. her smile fades, but you know she's still very much comfortable and happy in your presence. the cool metal of her rings on your warm skin makes you shiver, and when billie realizes, her smile comes back instantly.

in just a few seconds, billie manages to remove your hand from her hip, slip a ring off the ring finger of her right hand, and smoothly push it onto your own ring finger. she examines your hand for a long moment, her hand gripping your wrist possessively as she takes in the sight.

"a little loose, but..." billie speaks, voice quiet. her eyes flick back to yours, and this time, you catch the desire and longing swirling in her eyes—those pretty blue ones that always had you in a trance, "i think it looks pretty good on you," she whispers, eyes slowly moving down to your lips.

"mrs. o'connell." she adds, a lazy smile tugging at her pretty lips. your other hand squeezes her hip gently as you bite the inside of your cheek. it was taking all of her willpower not to beg right now.

you shake your head with a quiet chuckle, leaning closer to her face. billie quickly closes the distance between you two when she realizes. her hand moves to your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat to pull you closer. she scoots closer to your body, her heart beating rapidly and her head spinning.

just the taste of your lips had her going insane, hips rutting against yours so that you could feel the strap she'd hidden beneath her boxers earlier that morning. you groan against her lips, and billie swallows the noise with pride, smiling against you as her tongue swipes along your lower lip.

you allow her tongue into your mouth happily, ears picking up on her needy whines as you fight against the wet muscle. in the end, you win, but billie doesn't give up her role that easily. reluctantly, she pulls away from your lips—but not without dragging your lip between her teeth, the action that always had you soaked, even more than you already were.

her hands leave your face, fingers brushing against the skin of your cheeks before trailing down your half-naked body—thank god you both only slept in your undergarments. her touch leaves a trail of fire behind, only adding to the aching feeling between your thighs. her eyes never leave yours, even as she reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra.

you let the straps fall off your shoulders, leaving billie to rip the piece of fabric from your arms, throwing it somewhere around the room. she practically drools at the sight of your tits on display for her, her hand coming back up to knead one of your boobs while her lips latch onto your other nipple. a soft whimper leaves her, eyes rolling back before shutting closed.

your fingers tangle themselves in her black strands, tugging at her roots and causing billie to moan against your skin. she clings to you like you're her lifeline, fingers digging into your breast so firmly yet with such care, her thumb rubbing circles along your nipple as she suckles on the other. it feels like she's in heaven, her head spinning with nothing but the image of you beneath her.

when she pulls away from your nipple, a thin strand of saliva forms, and billie licks her lips hungrily before trailing wet kisses down your stomach, stopping when she reaches the waistband of your panties. her eyes flick back up to yours, staring at you through her lashes, asking silently for permission to take the thin piece of fabric off of you.

"take 'em off, pretty." you whisper, voice quiet and breathy from how worked up billie had you already. your tone makes her shiver, and she wastes no time, fingers looping in the thin, pink waistband and tugging them down your thighs, legs, and ankles before throwing them to the side like she did your bra.

billie whines softly at just the scent of your arousal, scooting closer and taking her place between your legs, "m'wife's so pretty," she whispers to herself, but you hear. saying you were soaked was an understatement.

her finger glides through your folds, lips parting to let out a quiet sound of surprise at how drenched you were. she grinds against the mattress, the base of the strap-on rubbing against her clit perfectly. her cheek rests against your inner thigh, her breath fanning across your pussy.

you chuckle gently at her needy actions, your hands running down your body to grab handfuls of her hair again. she raises her head again, getting the memo whenever you nod your head in her direction. who was she to disobey her (soon-to-be) wife?

she pulls away from your pussy with a sad whine, eyes locked on your folds as she scoots off the bed to rid herself of her boxers. she steps out of them, the indigo cock standing proudly between her legs. her face flushes in embarrassment as she catches your gaze, her eyes leaving your body as she crawls back on the bed with her head hanging low.

both billie's index and middle fingers come up to her lips, spitting softly. you watch as the saliva drips down her lengthy fingers, your pussy clenching as she lowers her hand onto the strap-on, pumping the large cock in her hand. you huff impatiently, rutting your hips up against the nothing. a silent plea—or, more so, demand—for her to hurry up.

billie nods in understanding, biting her bottom lip harshly as she crawls even closer, her hands moving down to push your thighs even further apart. her eyes are locked on your soaked pussy, enamored by the way you clench around nothing. her heart beats faster in her chest as she lines up the tip of the strap-on with your entrance, breathing getting heavier at the anticipation.

"bil, hurry." you command quietly, your hands coming around to grab at her back, sneakily undoing the clasp on her bra. she bites her lip even harder when she realizes the straps slowly sliding down her shoulders, helping you by taking it off completely and throwing it to the side.

"jus—wait, baby," she murmurs, clit twitching at the sounds of your labored breaths and the faint smell of your perfume. her head hangs low, eyes fluttering closed as she thrusts her cock into your core slowly, her movements gentle as she whimpers, "fuck, ma—can you imagine how much better this'll feel on our wedding day?" she babbles, smiling at the thought.

you throw your head back against the soft pillows, her words barely registering in your head as you feel her splitting you open on her cock. your nails dig into her back, pulling her closer in the process and feeling her chest press against your own. the mix of billie's whimpers and your moans fills the room and both of your guys' ears.

one of billie's hands leaves your thigh as she begins to see a perfect pace—one that's not too fast, but not too slow either. her ring-clad fingers drag across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before she reaches your arm and pulls one of your hands from her back. billie pulls away slightly, kissing down your body until she reaches your nipple, taking the erect bud between her lips again.

"jus' like that, love," you praise, mouth falling open into an 'o' shape. your eyebrows furrow as billie thrusts deeper, not even noticing whenever she interlocks your fingers with hers—until you squeeze and feel her large hand squeeze back, "shit, you're such a good girl." you moan.

billie moans against your skin at the name, hips rutting into yours faster. her hand on your thigh spreads you further apart, fingers digging into your supple skin as she suckles on your nipple. the combined stimulation of her cock rubbing against your walls and her lips on your tit makes you feel like you're on another planet—drunk off of her.

"gonna make you m'wife," she mumbles, releasing your nipple with a 'pop' before she continues, "then 'm'gonna make you a mommy." she says, voice laced with nothing but lust and adoration for you and you only. billie lets her head rest in the crook of your neck, placing gentle, open mouthed kisses on your sweaty skin.

at her words, you finally realize that she's fuckjng you with her special strap—one that she rarely used, but it was still her favorite, "s'one?—fuck, y'know how much i love 'ts one, bil." you breathe, nails dragging down her back and leaving a trail of red marks.

she hisses softly at the pain, nipping down on your neck in response before she feels a light slap on her back, "sorry—sorry, didn't mean to." billie babbles, soothing the sting with her warm, wet tongue.

"y'close, mama?" she asks next, voice whiny and broken as she feels her own orgasm approaching. her hips rock the silicone cock deeper into your pussy with each thrust, the base brushing her clit and sending shocks all throughout her hot, trembling body, "please. please, want'chu you t'cum for me." she begs, eyebrows furrowing as her hand leaves yours reluctantly.

her fingertips brush against your sweaty skin, your hips bucking in response before her touch is gone again. your jaw somehow drops lower as billie begins to rub tight circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, your nails digging into billie's back harder than before and definitely drawing blood.

billie didn't care. the only thing that mattered to her was getting you off, making you hers, and making you a mommy—even if it wasn't scientifically possible, who cared? not billie, that's for sure.

"fuck, baby, you're gonna make me—!" you cut yourself off with a gasp as she bites down softly on your nipple, sending shivers all throughout your body, "god, 'm'gonna cum, bil!" you warn, pulling her closer to your body once again, making her cock slide deeper between your walls—if that was even possible.

"please. please, sweetheart." she begs in that whiny tone of hers, and that was what finally did it for you. the knot in your stomach snapped instantly, and billie was quick to reach down between your two bodies, squeezing the base of her cock and releasing the fake cum into your tight walls. you almost lost it at the feeling.

billie helps you ride out your high, grunting gently into your ear and muttering, "you're gonna have my babies as soon as we get married, baby. gonna—gonna make you mine. all, fuck, all mine." she stutters, her own orgasm approaching as her thrusts get sloppier and sloppier with every second.

"c'mon, pretty," you breathe into her ear, your hand leaving her back to run your fingers through her hair. that simple motion gives her the final push she needed, her own orgasm hitting her in waves of pleasure as she slowly thrusts into you, "that's a good girl." you praise, and billie cries out.

her hips don't stop, though, slowly and slowly getting faster despite her oversensitive clit. she trembles above you, wanting—needing to fill you up again, although you were already leaking with both your cum and her own, "wan' more," she mumbles.

"jus' a few more f'you." she says it as more of a statement than an ask, and you can't deny her, not when she's giving you those pretty puppy eyes and pouting her lips.

"mrs. o'connell, mrs. o'connell, mrs. o'connell," she repeats it like a prayer, her hips rutting roughly against yours as she whimpers quietly. she was gonna marry you. she didn't know when, but she knew that she was definitely gonna put a ring on it.

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jealous billie smut?

୨ৎ only girl. b.e

୨ৎ billie eilish x fem!reader

୨ৎ genre: smut and fluff

୨ৎ content: more sub top billie bc...yeah. oral (r recieving), jealousy, possesivness, fingering (r recieving), teasing

୨ৎ note: this request has been rotting away in my inbox and i know for a fact that you 100% wanted dom billie but idc <3 have some subillie bc i love her !! this is like half edited bc i got bored

the girl’s hand was on your waist before you had even noticed her walking across the room to you. by the time your eyes flickered down to where her hand rested, you could feel your girlfriend’s eyes burning into the back of your head from where she stood by the bar. she had given herself the task of getting drinks for the two of you, but you were well aware that was the last thing on her mind now.

you took the girl’s wrist, smoothly slipping it off your waist and giving her a look that would’ve told anyone else everything they needed to know. unluckily for you, this girl was either drunk off her face or just didn’t care. 

it made you uncomfortable—you hated the idea of flirting with anyone but billie, and you knew billie would get jealous. although, she was adorably desperate to make sure you knew she could please you best when she was jealous, so…maybe it wasn't all bad.

billie had always been jealous, you learnt that fact a few months into your relationship. it wasn’t in a destructive way, it was in a quiet way. she would effortlessly pull your attention away from anyone else, giving them a cold stare until they took the hint. she’d stay quiet, her jealousy bubbling below the surface until she finally got you somewhere private and that’s when it really came out. she was your only girl, she was the only one who could make you feel good, she was your whole world—and she knew it. she just needed to prove it.

“you know, i’d love to–”

“i’m taken.” your words were final, and billie’s hand sliding around your waist only solidified that fact. she didn’t say anything to the girl, simply used her hand on your waist to turn you towards her. it was always cute seeing her putting on that fake confidence—because you knew that if she spoke, she’d be stumbling over her words. 

you smiled at her, leaning closer to her to press a kiss to her lips, “hi, baby.” 

the girl from before—who had almost been totally forgotten—looked the two of you up and down before rolling her eyes and letting out a scoff, “whatever. you’re so boring.” 

you let her words pass through you as if she hadn’t even spoken, and you heard another soft scoff before the girl walked away. you felt billie’s hand on your waist noticeably relax as the two of you were left alone, a soft breath slipping from her lips. “god, i hate these parties.” 

she didn’t hate the parties, she hated seeing people all over you—and rightfully so. you were hers, and she was yours. no question about it. 

a breathy laugh left you as your lips brushed softly against her ear, “yeah? you know you’re my only girl, mhm?”

she hummed softly, her eyes darting around the party as if assessing something. it was crowded, loud, and the friends that the two of you were here with were nowhere to be found. “can we leave?” 

you nodded softly, a knowing smile painting your face, “why d’you wanna leave, sweet girl?” 

she sent you a look, and the slightly tense look of her shoulders and her furrowed brows told you everything you needed to know. there was a certain desperation in her eyes, silently begging you not to make her spell it out for you. she knew you knew why she wanted to leave, you were simply teasing her. 

you weren’t quite done with teasing her, so you brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes with a soft look in your eyes, “hm?”

her eyes stopped exploring the room, snapping back to yours with an undeniable look of utter desperation. she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. instead, she let out a soft, annoyed sigh, lacing her fingers with yours and pulling you towards the exit. 

you couldn’t help but giggle softly at her frustration—her jealousy was adorable. it wasn’t mean jealousy, it was desperate jealousy. her jealousy only made her want you more, and considering how obsessed with you she already was, that was saying something. 

she turned to glance at you as she tugged you towards the car,  “stop laughing at me.” she was clinging to her frustrated act, despite both of you knowing full well that she adored your teasing. “you know exactly why i want to leave.” 

you grinned at her, “of course i do. just want you to say it.”

she rolled her eyes, sending you a lighthearted glare, “you’re impossible.”

when you only winked in response, waiting for her to just admit it, she groaned, huffing softly. “fine. you know i’m jealous.” 

“cute,” you mused, continuing to prompt her teasingly. “and you want to go home so you can…?”

she sent you another irritated look, “so i can make sure your eyes are only on me.”

jealous and possessive.

“believe me, my eyes were never on her.” 

her lips twitched up into a barely noticeable satisfied smile, “and…never mind.” she trailed off, her eyes drifting to the floor. 

oh, no. that wouldn’t do. “and…?”

she didn’t respond, she just opened the car door and slipped into the driver's seat. you sighed, getting in the passenger seat and putting your hand over hers before she could reach for the handbrake, “billie.” you murmured, your voice soft but warning. “tell me.”

billie’s eyes drifted down to your hands, staying silent for a moment before speaking in a soft voice, “wanna make sure i’m the only one who can make you feel good.” 

the corner of your lips twitched up, “see, was that so hard?”

an unamused look was all you received, although you knew that deep down, she adored your teasing—you wouldn’t do it if she didn’t. “can i drive now?” 

“yeah, baby.” 

she wasted no time in reversing out of the parking space, starting the drive back to your house and not looking back at the club once. she was determined to get you home as soon as possible, to get you on your bed and her face between your thighs. 

it was late, so there wasn’t too much traffic on the roads. the sound of soft rain pattered on the roof of the car, making the lights shine in dotted patterns against the glass of the windows. your eyes traveled over to billie when the two of you were brought to a stop at a red light, the bright city lights from outside the car shining onto her skin her pale blue eyes fixed on the road ahead. 

you watched as her tongue darted out over her lips, and you knew that she was imagining everything she planned to do to prove she could make you feel better than anyone else ever could. you’d never doubted that, you honestly hadn’t even spared anyone else a single thought in the two years you’d been with billie. you simply liked seeing her hopeless desperation to please you when the jealousy took over.

billie’s jealousy was harmless, and had never once put your relationship at risk. she trusted you, and she knew that she was the only one on your mind. it was other people she didn’t trust, and she needed to make sure you knew she could please you best. more than anything, however, she needed reassurance. she needed reassurance that she was indeed the best, that she was doing a good job for you, that she was your good girl. 

the moment the light turned green, the car was speeding off again. you could practically see the way her mind was racing with thoughts of how she planned to engrave herself in your mind, make sure you never forgot how much pleasure she could bring you and how devoted to you she was. 

the drive was silent, an undeniable tension in the air—you both just wanted to get home and into the bedroom. once you arrived at your house, billie parked the car in the driveway and leaned over to unbuckle your seatbelt after undoing her own with a soft click. grabbing the back of your neck, she pulled slightly across the central console, your lips meeting in a hungry kiss as you let your hands thread through her hair. 

“god, you have no idea how hot you were at that party. you don’t even have to try, do you? everything you do just drives me wild.” her words came out breathlessly before she pulled you back in for another kiss, her tongue slipping past your slightly parted lips. 

when you pulled away from the kiss, she let out an impatient whine as she chased after your retreating lips. her eagerness made your lips twitch up into a subtle smirk, “inside.” 

she let out a soft huff of air, but she knew that going inside would get her what she wanted sooner. so she opened the car door at the same time as you opened yours, both of you rushing to the door to escape the rain. she fumbled around in her bag for her keys with shaky hands, so you found your own keys to unlock the door for her.

she practically shoved you inside, only for the two of you to be met with your dog, shark, barrelling into you as you removed your shoes. his tail was wagging and he was practically bouncing off the walls, like a kid on christmas. 

you crouched down to greet shark, patting his back and scratching behind his ears, “hi, my little baby shark. did you miss us?” 

you heard your girlfriend sigh, her voice coming out impatient, and you could tell she was trying to hold back a whine threatening to escape her throat. her arms were crossed over her chest, her foot tapping softly on the carpet. “baby…” 

you couldn't help the teasing smile that spread across your lips—she was so, so desperate, it actually made your heart race. “okay, okay,” you pressed a parting kiss to shark's forehead and muttered something about how you'd see him later. 

billie’s hand circled around your wrist, tugging you up the stairs before you could finish whatever you were saying to shark. when she reached your shared bedroom, she shoved you through the door and closed it behind you. you couldn’t recall a time where she’d ever been quite this desperate, and you felt your stomach twist as she let out a breathy sigh and a barely audible, “please.”

your breath hitched in your throat at the look in her eyes as she gazed at you, seeing the utter devotion that she wasn’t even trying to hide now that the two of you were alone. you suck in a soft breath, watching her quietly for a moment. 

“you need me?”

her eyes snapped up to meet yours, nodding frantically. she was silently pleading with you, begging for you to let her make you feel good. she needed you to reassure her that she was enough, that she could please you. she needed to be reminded that she was the centre of your universe. 

you walked backwards until you felt the back of your thighs hit the mattress of your bed, and you sat down on the edge, gesturing for her to come closer. she closed the distance between the two of you in a few short strides, standing between your legs and looking down at you as you sat on the bed. her hands were trembling slightly—it was barely noticeable, but you noticed it. you noticed everything about her, you always did. she reached out to trace her shaky fingers across your cheek in an almost reverent touch, your eyelashes fluttering against her fingertips. 

you leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you and feeling her practically melt in your arms. her hands slid down from your waist to your thighs, the tips of her fingers slipping under the waistband of your jeans, looking down at you with her big pleading blue eyes, an insatiable hunger burning within them. 

“please? let me?”

you nodded in response to her question, and she instantly pushed you back so you were propped up against the pillows. you pulled your shirt over your head as she gently pulled your jeans off your legs. you heard a barely audible whimper leave her lips at the sight of you in just your bra and panties—and while you didn’t comment on it, you allowed it to give your ego a little boost. 

first, she unclasped your bra and slipped the straps down your arms, discarding it on the floor by the bed. her lips latched onto your left nipple while her hand moved to squeeze and palm at your other boob. eventually, her lips trailed up from your breasts and to your neck, leaving a trail of love bites scattered behind her. the moment her lips were on your neck, she was sucking marks into your skin—marks that she knew you wouldn’t be able to hide. her voice was a soft whine, “mine.”

mine, mine, mine. 

she settled down between your legs, propping herself up on one elbow while she gently pushed your thighs apart. her hand moved to trace a soft line down your inner thigh, eventually slipping under the lace of your panties and sliding through your folds. you heard her moan at the feeling of how wet you were, and the fact that she was so turned on from just that made your heart skip a beat. 

she removed her finger, bringing it to her lips. you watched as her eyelashes fluttered and she moaned around her finger, and you felt yourself get impossibly wetter. she didn’t waste any time now that she’d tasted you, pulling your panties down your thighs and letting them fall to the side of the bed somewhere. her lips trailed up your inner thighs, her eyes permanently fixed on yours. attentive as always, she was watching your every reaction, every furrow of your brows and every inaudible breath that left your slightly parted lips. she’d always noticed every little detail, more than anyone else you’d ever met. it made you feel so…cared for. 

soon enough, her tongue darted out to lick a stripe up your folds, and you heard her whimper at the taste. her eyes shut briefly, her nose bumping against your clit before she sucked the sensitive bud into her mouth. her eyes were open once again, looking up at you as she took in the clear bliss on your face. your clear pleasure seemed to encourage her. 

soft moans spilled from your lips, “good girl.”

you watched as her eyes lit up with delight at the praise, a pleased murmur vibrating against your clit. her free hand snuck up to gently squeeze your breast, giving your nipple a teasing pinch. 

one thing you knew was that you’d never get over the way she always looked in between your legs—needy and desperate, she’d do whatever you wanted and more if it meant she got to touch you. she sucked particularly harshly on your clit, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips and causing her searching eyes to snap back up to yours. her brows were furrowed as she watched you for a moment, pausing her movements. her voice was laced with concern when she spoke, “was that…too much? sorry, was i– uh, i can—”

you cut her off by tangling your hands in her hair and gently pushing her face back down between your legs, “you’re doing perfect.”

at those words, you watched as her shoulders visibly relaxed and she dove back in, her tongue eagerly working at your center. her eyes fluttered shut this time—this was bringing her just as much pleasure as it brought you. she needed to make you feel good, she didn’t feel complete until you’d fallen apart around her. 

when your thighs closed slightly around her head, she used her hands to gently pry them open again, holding them in place as she ate you out. her nails dug gently into your skin, you knew they’d leave slight crescent indents in their place. 

your back arched up off the bed slightly at the pleasure, and you watched as her eyes flickered up to meet yours. 

“doing so good for me, baby. so perfect.”

her lips curled up into a smile, and her tongue darted out to lick between your folds again before she spoke, “you close?”

“so close.” 

at that, her lips returned to your clit and she slipped two fingers inside of you, curling them perfectly and coaxing moans from you that made her grind against the bed subtly. your breath hitched as her tongue flicked against your clit, “fuck… that’s it, baby. so good for me, my only girl.” 

those words were it—billie flicked her tongue against your clit again, curling her fingers inside you when you finally felt the tightly coiled spring inside of you snap, shockwaves of pleasure washing over you as you let your head fall back against the pillows. “billie–”

billie reveled in the pleasure written all over your face, continuing to eat you out to drag out your orgasm until your hips jerked away from her mouth. after leaving a gentle nip on your inner thigh and sucking a soft hickey there, she dragged herself up to join your lips together. her tongue slipped between your lips, letting you taste yourself as your hands travelled down to her waist and pulled her closer to you so she was straddling your hips. 

“see?” she murmured softly as she looked down at you from where she sat on top of you, “no one else can do it like i can.”

your lips twitched up into a smile and you leaned in to press another loving kiss to her lips, “oh, sweet girl. there was never any doubt. you’re my only girl, forever and always.”

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