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billie accidently gets turned on while you trace her tattoos ᝰ.ᐟ

soft morning sunlight spills through the open curtains of the living room, warm rays shining on the hardwood floors in the hallway down to the master bedroom—where you and billie slowly wake from under the cozy comforter, limbs tangled in limbs, soft cotton sheets rubbing soft against your bare bodies.

it was a lazy morning—the type of morning where neither of you had to be anywhere to be, and for once, your schedules didn't matter. all you had to do was relax and hold each other, enjoy the presence of one another quietly.

that's all you had in mind when you let your head rest on your pillows the night prior—and now, as the gentle breeze flows in through the open window, the only thing running through your head is the feeling of billie's hands around your waist, so snug even in her half-asleep state.

her leg was thrown lazily over your waist in the middle of the night, only using it as leverage to pull you closer in her sleep, nose nuzzling softly against your neck, huffing quietly.

a ghost of a smile plays on your lips when you feel her fingers tighten at your waist. "...want'chu closer," she mumbles.

"m'already as close as can be," you giggle, stroking your fingers through her dark sleep-tousled hair.

she groans loudly, drawing it out and eliciting another round of giggles from deep in your chest. a few moments later, her head peeks up from the warm crook of your neck, a heavy pout clear on her pretty lips.

"hi," you greet quietly, leaning close to kiss her forehead.

her reaction is instant—shoulders dropping, eyelids fluttering shut momentarily. pout softening and replacing itself with a content grin like that simple action fixed everything and more. when you pull away, she leans in again and presses her lips to your own, meeting so softly, so sweetly.

the kiss lingers for a few long seconds before you reluctantly pull away, eyelids opening just quick enough to notice the way billie chases after you.

then her eyes open, soft ocean blue depths staring lovingly into yours. "hi, beautiful."

a dopey smile curls at the corners of her mouth, growing wider with every passing second that she continues to stare into your eyes. the tiny spark in her eyes has butterflies forming in your lower abdomen, a spark of your own just as apparent to billie the longer she examines your face.

your fingers trail down her body, nails dragging gently down her neck, her shoulder, then her back. you trace the lines of the tattoo on her back, humming quietly, eyes drifting down to where the covers deny you the view of anything below her stomach.

billie shivers at the ticklish sensation of your fingertips, eyes flicking away from yours, turning her head to follow the direction of your hand—though her view is also obstructed. but her sense of feeling isn't.

actually, it feels rather heightened this early in the morning.

"what're you doin'?" she mumbles, voice barely there, the syllables dying down in her throat near the end of her question.

you shake your head. "just feelin' your tattoos."

she takes that answer without another word, humming in reply and resting her head back into your neck. she breathes in the faint, lingering scent of your perfume, the mixed sensations of your touch and smell enough to lull her back into sleep.

the small, meaningless touches go on for nearly an hour before the warm air blowing in through the window starts to get to the both of you. billie kicks the covers down her body, letting them dangle off the edge of the bed and revealing more of her smooth, milky skin in the process.

the action has your eyes moving instinctively, flitting over her smooth stomach and the delicate curve of her hips. your gaze trail back up her body, landing on one of your favorite tattoos—the one that reads "EILISH" in big, bold letters on her sternum, perfectly placed between her pretty tits.

after a minute, your eyes drift lower, pausing over the ink of a detailed dragon on her bikini line. your fingers trail around her body, sneaking lower until you reach the sharp edge of the tattoo. she jolts.

you don't think much of it. maybe she fell back asleep, had that dream where she felt like she was falling.

so you continue on with your touches—hardly noticing the change in billie's breathing pattern, definitely not noticing how she was still wide awake.

your fingertips trace the outline of the dragon, gaze locked on how intricate it was—mind running with the question of how tattoo artists acquired that level of skill, limbs too lazy to move in an effort to look it up on your phone. you finish up tracing the dragon slowly, irises following your fingers as they searched her soft skin for any other traces of ink.

"so pretty," you whisper mindlessly as you find another tattoo just bordering her hip.

the lettering was in perfect cursive, reading the title of her most recent album, "hit me hard and soft." the font was more than pleasing to the eye, especially since the ink was embedded into her skin—the skin you loved worshipping, kissing, touching, and everything in between.

you're just picking up on the trembling of her body when you hear it—a sound so small you weren't even sure if it was real or if it was simply your imagination, something between a broken whimper and a low moan.

billie.

her hips moved slowly, grinding—or, at least trying—against your thigh. you pause your touch on her hip, and that's when she lets out another noise. this time it's a whine. maybe from disapproval. or lack of friction against her core. or both.

"bil?" you murmurr, free hand still raking slowly through her hair. when she doesn't reply, you add. "baby, what're you doing?"

the echo of her words from earlier paired the slightest hint of amusement in your tone causes billie to let out that same broken sound from earlier, fingers curling into your waist, twitching helplessly.

"m'sorry..." she mewls, voice muffled. "didn't mean to—jus' sensitive, i—m'sorry, i didn't—"

"shh," you shush her, and billie listens immediately, lips pressing into a small pout against your neck as her hips continue to move with a mind of their own.

shifting closer, you press your knee between her legs, urging billie to spread her legs wider—not that she wasn't thinking of doing that in the first place, you just finally gave her a logical reason to.

her breath is hot against your neck, nails digging into your sides now to ground herself. when your knee comes in contact with her core, you realize how soaked she really is, a small gasp escaping your lips. billie whines.

you lean in closer, lips grazing her ear. "what got you this worked up?"

the way her fingers curl tighter into your sides is enough of an answer—but with how humiliating it feels for her to grind on your knee and helplessly whine, she feels like she owes you a verbal answer.

"didn't mean to," she murmurs, the words trembling against your skin. "you were just—" she cuts herself off with a gasp when your knee presses harder, "—touchin' me so soft..."

you hum, the sound low in your throat as your fingers resume their path, this time trailing back up her ribs, dancing along the line of her "EILISH" tattoo once again. the shiver that runs down her spine is anything but subtle.

"mmh? was just tracing," you coo, feigning innocence. "didn't hear any protests against it."

her pout deepens, eyes fluttering shut as she breathes through her nose, trying to keep quiet. but her body gives her away—hips rolling faster, chest rising and falling in a shallow, uneven pattern, the way her thighs clench around your knee.

you're hardly doing anything.

and that's what's driving her crazy.

"please," she whimpers softly—a quiet, broken sound that hardly reaches your ears. "please, ma—need you. i just—"

a loud moan cuts through her throat before she can finish, your thumb pressing firmly against her throbbing clit. her hands burn against your skin, breath warm and uneven, legs trembling already.

her hips buck instinctively against your touch, squirming at how sensitive she feels. your free hand roams around to her waist, urging her onto your lap. she complies quickly, hovering over your lap and waiting for you to sit up straight.

when your back's against the headboard, billie doesn't waste another second before lowering herself onto your thigh. your hands find her waist like second nature, eyes zoned in on the way her head tilts back, mouth parted to let out the prettiest noises—noises that were especially made for you. only you.

"feels so good, doesn't it, pretty girl?" you murmur, voice firm and taunting.

billie just whines, fingers curling against your bare shoulders, hips rutting harder against your thigh, clit bumping on your skin so perfectly she swears she sees stars behind her eyelids. her head falls forward after a moment, forehead resting on your shoulder, breathing labored and coming in short, sharp gasps.

"can't—mmph, can't do it by m'self," she cries softly, lips brushing on your neck as she speaks. "please—please, need your help, mommy."

you tsk, shaking your head in faux disapproval. however, when you feel her hips stutter and her body begins to tremble harder, your grip tightens on her hips possessively.

"like this?" you whisper, roughly moving her down on your thigh. by the throaty, high-pitched moan that passes by her lips, you're sure she's close.

"yes," she manages through a string of whimpers.

her hips pick up their pace with your added help, eyes rolling shut, nails digging deep into your shoulders and nearly breaking skin. you hiss quietly, though the pain only pushes you to finish her off quicker.

the wetness of her arousal drips down your thigh, seeping into the sheets and forming a light patch on the fabric. billie doesn't have a care in the world for it, too lost in the pleasure and feeling of your hands wrapped securely around her hips mixed with the euphoric feeling of her throbbing pussy sliding so sweetly against your skin.

before she can even utter a warning of her impending orgasm, you flex your thigh—that simple action makes her forget her words, pussy fluttering around nothing as she cums over your thigh, a barely-there moan of your name falling into the open air of the room.

"oh my god," she whines, hips starting to slow—but your hands don't let her stop. "mommy! s'too much—please, can't—mm, fuck."

"it's okay, bil," you speak softly, grip slowly loosening on the warm, burning skin of her hips. when you stop your movements completely, billie collapses into your arms.

silence envelopes the room soon after billie relaxes, thighs still twitching from the aftershocks, breath slowly starting to even out again. her lips press gentle, open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of your throat, fingers mindlessly curling into your hair.

"mornin'," she mumbles, scooting closer on your lap. she winces, gasping quietly.

you grin, soft. genuine. "good morning."

letters. kinda hate this cus i got lazy near the end 💔

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