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can yall watch him for me while i go smoke?

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me vs. when all my billie moots inevitably find out i love matty healy aka truman black aka the only man ever

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mean!billie mhmmm yep YEP 🧎🏼‍♀️

hi! could u write y/n calling billie another girls name while making out to prank her, but billie gets all possesive and fucks her dumb with the strap telling her to scream her name

⌗ WRONG, SLUT ━━ b. eilish

꩜ pairing & au :: fuckboy!billie x fem!reader

꩜ GENRE :: smut .

꩜ SYNOPSIS :: you need to be careful with pranking your girlfriend. especially when she knows how to tie tight knots. . .

꩜ WARNINGS :: smut . degradation . strap (r receiving) . mean!billie . tying up . rough sex . brat!reader . bil slapping r . red flag (?) billie . ꩜ WORD COUNT :: 1,5k

꩜ A/N — PLEASE . don’t copy & steal my works AND my layouts . m doing everything by myself and m not giving you any rights 🤍

billie was an absolute piece of shit. always. no matter how much you said 'i can fix her', no matter how much you tried to explain to her while she was high or drunk, nothing worked. every attempt was in vain, every time she would hang around other girls, courting them as if she could find someone better, more beautiful or more interesting than you. you both knew the answer to that question, she just couldn't get rid of the desire to own everyone, crawling to you on her knees the next day like a lost puppy. no matter how much she wanted it, you had no choice but to take her back, listening to her promises not to do it again.

and billie got used to your compliance, used to you always playing the 'good girl' and letting her do all the shit she does. she liked to have it all at once, everyone she wanted, while having you by her side, always forgiving. always too lenient with her. but no nerves are made of steel. at some point you got tired of putting up with her shit. you just had to… teach her a lesson. there was no grand plan of revenge from action movies or anything like that in your head, just a harmless prank that you knew would make her flare up.

and despite her behavior, billie took you very seriously, even too seriously. you can't be too nice, too friendly, too talkative with some strangers and not only strangers. she was possessive, she was jealous, she claimed you in front of everyone, although she knew she had no right to it. she acted like a complete idiot and continued to be a fucking child, throwing tantrums every time your hand touched someone’s shoulder.

you argued, quarreled, broke dishes, screamed in an attempt to admit that your opinion was right, but her only fucking argument was always — 'you're fucking mine. no one dares touch you, think about you, desire you, is that clear, darling? i don't care what you want'

your knees just buckled, your tongue went numb, and your body fell back into her arms, onto her cock.

you were her weakness, and she was yours. it was an unbearable tight circle, but that gave you an advantage —you knew her weakest spot, you knew where to hit her hardest to get her mad, so…

"hey, brit, can you—" you don't have time to finish your sentence. billie's eyes are instantly torn from the screen of her phone, her attention completely on you. you can almost feel her heart pounding in her chest.

“what did you just say?” her gaze could almost burn through your skin with its intensity. almost. you look at her so innocently it makes her teeth ache. trying to play the part.

“what? i was gonna ask you to get me some water.” you keep a calm face, raising one eyebrow as if you have no idea what caused her to react so strongly.

“don’t play with me, baby.” billie leans closer to you, squinting, her blue eyes darkening, reminding you of the depths of the pacific ocean. her fingers touch your chin, not squeezing, just letting you feel the pressure of her presence. “y'know that’s not my name.”

you laugh, pulling away from her demonstratively; trying to press even harder.

“since when ‘billie’ isn’t your name? go get your ears cleaned if you can't hear well" the words fall like sticky venom from your lips, accompanied by a caustic wink as you stand up from the couch, throwing your hair back dramatically. as soon as your feet hit the floor, billie is in front of you with inhuman speed, intercepting your hand, thick fingers squeezing your wrist with enough force that you feel her cold rings digging into your skin.

"fine, you want to be a brat? i'll treat you like one" she hisses somewhere against your cheek, her hot breath igniting a raging fire inside you.

"what's wrong with you, brit, i was just—" a lightning-fast slap cuts through the air, landing painfully on your cheek. nothing really cruel, but it quickly made you shut your mouth.

billie doesn't say a word. her nails dug into your wrist as she broke and pulled you towards the bedroom, not particularly gentle as she tossed you onto the large, soft bed. her glance gave you enough reason not to try and question it as she rummaged through the nightstand, and somehow, you knew immediately what she was looking for.

the strap landed on the bed. deep red, huge, thick, veins drawn along its enticing length. it was the largest in your ‘modest’ collection. all the words choked in your throat, remaining buried in your head.

“turn over. on your stomach.” when billie spoke in that tone, the only thing you could understand was that she wasn’t asking. she was commanding. this was not the moment to try to piss her off even more, but she deserved it. deserved to be mad at you, deserved to feel like she wasn’t the only woman in your life. you stay still. silent. sitting and looking at her.

billie meets your gaze. wild. the rope in her hands can tell you so much more than any words. and no matter how much you don’t want it, her strength is several times greater than yours.

she throws heather next to her, her calloused hands wrap around your waist, with a sharp movement turning you over onto your stomach. you resist, trying to turn over, but the force with which she holds you…

"lie still, slut. you wanted this, didn't you? no point in denying it now" her rough voice suddenly touches your ear, teeth grazing over sensitive skin. "say 'no' and i'll stop"

you remain silent.

she acts.

"that's what i thought" billie grins. grins because she knew for a fact that sometimes you wanted nothing more than her cock buried in your greedy cunt until you had her fucking baby.

the thick rope seems like the perfect weapon in her hands as she wraps a section around the headboard, then roughly grabs your hands one by one and ties them so tightly you want to cry.

"you have nowhere to run, princess" her hands are now on your stomach, forcing you to lift your torso off the bed, giving her a perfect view of your ass in those damn short shorts that was in the corner of the room in seconds. along with your soaking wet panties.

"fuck, are you wet already? after i slapped you, mm?" her palm lands on your ass with a loud slap, making you scream loudly, pulling the ropes until it hurts pleasantly. "or after i took you by force, like a cheap whore?"

all the existing billie right now is leaking poison, contempt, anger, which can only be cured in one way. by destroying you and your angelic body.

you whine, pouting, as if that can somehow help in your situation. as if something will save you from her wrath. no. from behind you you hear the sounds of a belt unbuckling, of it coming out of all its loops, falling onto the bed. billie unbuttons her baggy jeans, not even taking them off all the way. just pushes her boxers down, deftly securing the strap to her hips.

"time to learn to spell my name, doll" she spits on her hand, smearing it all over her cock, moaning so sweetly that you can almost believe that she feels it.

a hand on your throat, squeezing, choking, while she pushes into you, almost gently, giving you half a second to get used to her size. your pussy stretches around her thick strap, mouth opening, letting the long-awaited moans fly from your lips.

"so who's this slut whose name are you calling me by?" her hips suddenly start moving, not letting you get used to her pace, which within seconds had the headboard slamming against the wall. her hips slapped against yours, her fingers tightening around your throat.

"answer me, bitch" billie slaps you again, alternating them with cutting off your oxygen.

you struggle, you wanna make her suffer and wonder, like you did, but she's too, too deep in your tummy for you to even try to resist.

"n—nobody! just you!" there was barely a shred of self-respect left in your voice, the tip of her strap hitting your cervix with every damn thrust. billie smirks. of course, you're too loyal to look at anyone but her.

"just me, doll?" pause. long, painful. "then scream my name like an obedient little slut"

you whine. this is too much. she's too big inside you. you can't resist anymore.

"billie…!"

"louder"

"billie!"

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I just wanna talk about this. I haven’t gotten over it

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does he know i'd die for him

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may god forgive me for the thoughts i had while watching this……

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insanity. so so good.

her favorite assistant | b.e.

SYNOPSIS: billie is an imposing ceo, holding high authority; you are her assistant, at her every beck and call, close by her side. most people view your relationship with her as nothing out of the ordinary, but behind closed doors, you and billie play slightly different roles...

WORD COUNT: 3,025

TAGS/WARNINGS: MDNI! dom/sub dynamics, office au, hair-pulling, crying (the good kind), mention of overstimulation, fingering, spanking, billie gets called sir, inappropriate work behavior (lmao), mention of a humiliation kink, mention of an exhibitionist kink i think, use of gendered term "good girl," everything is fully consensual the entire time

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is maybe the filthiest thing i've ever wrote?? i think my period is starting soon or something. also hello. long time no see kinda 👋🏽 hope you enjoy this as always!! ❤️ please mind the tags!

[taglist: @hannahluvsbillie, @bilssturns, @bla1rxoxo, @billiesrighthand, @weluvwbb, @belleishot, @wilfdflwr8, @likefirenrain, @amara-eilish, @sevikasleftbicep // let me know if you'd like to be removed!! ]

You had an interesting relationship with your boss, to say the least.

You had been working under her as her assistant for months now, and have gotten well accustomed to her not just as your boss, but as a person. You were keen on every little thing that made her tic, and you could pick up on even the slightest shift in her demeanor. As the CEO of the company you worked under, she had a lot on her plate. Regardless, she never made the stress she was under apparent. She was always calm, composed, and collected.

She was very straightforward and direct; she was honest when she was disappointed with her employees' work, and her disappointment was always clear. You could practically feel it if you happened to walk into her office on a bad day. But it was clear when she was pleased, too; because she never really cracked so much as a grin during work hours, everyone knew that if Billie was smiling, it meant she was satisfied, and that things at the company were going smoothly.

To make the long story, Billie was rather intimidating; she carried with her a strong sense of confidence, and her very presence, even if she wasn't saying anything, was imposing, almost electric. With a single glance, a single quirk of the eyebrow, Billie could communicate everything she needed.

Being her assistant also meant knowing her a bit more personally than others. You knew she liked having a medium Iced Americano every morning from the local coffee shop. When forwarding emails to her, you knew exactly which ones she wouldn't care for and which ones she'd respond to instantly. You knew that she valued punctuality and efficiency and people who were good at following orders but also knew how to generate new ideas. When you first started working for her, you had to prove to her that you could live up to the challenge. That you were more than capable of balancing her workload, and giving her above average results. It took an immense amount of effort, and impressing her certaintly wasn't easy; but now, several months later, Billie had made it clear that she wouldn't let you go, more than pleased with your work.

The dynamic you shared with her was strictly professional, one built off of mutual respect. For a while.

Neither of you expected it to become anything more.

There was no denying that you were attracted to Billie from the start; aside from the fact that she was easily the most stunning women you've ever seen, with her long, dark hair, striking eyes and tailored suits, there was something else about her that was alluring to you. She was so mysterious, so reserved, and the more time that passed, the more you wanted to learn more about her. Not as Billie Eilish, the serious CEO, but just as Billie, the person behind the authoritative mask.

It was risky; becoming increasingly more flirtatious with your boss. You complimented her more often, purposefully letting your fingers brush hers when you were handing her things, so on, so forth. You were putting your entire career on the line, the one you worked so hard for. At first, after weeks of not really getting any kind of reaction from her, you were about to bury your feelings for good.

But slowly, Billie made it more and more obvious that she liked your little games; she smiled at you more often, let your faint touches linger a bit instead of immediately pulling away, and you've even caught her gazing at you during meetings, bottom lip pulled between her teeth as you tried to take notes.

The desire that you both shared for each other was palpable, the tension between you two rising gradually like lava in a volcano, and it was only a matter of time before you both acted on it.

The relationship that formed as a result of weeks of flirting was not… a traditional one, so-to-speak. It was one built on rules. Power dynamics. Punishments and rewards.

And you enjoyed every minute of it.

Billie loved how obedient you were. She noticed it as soon as you started working for her. You followed her instructions so perfectly, and that did something to Billie; it made her realize something about herself that she hadn't even been aware of before. She felt a certain fluttery feeling in her stomach whenever you successfully completed a task of hers, and you would look at her, smiling, communicating to her with your eyes that you wanted to be praised.

And of course, she'd do just that, quickly uttering "good girl" under her breath. It always made your knees weak, hearing those words in her low and silky voice.

On days where you made her really proud, she'd reward you by inviting you in her office and trailing her hands up your pencil skirt, her fingers pistoning into you with such precision and skill that she'd make you come undone in minutes, all while she had her tie in your mouth to muffle your sobs of pleasure.

Sometimes, but only sometimes, she'd bring her sparkly, midnight black strap, and take you while bent over her desk, keeping your arms behind your back, often bound together with her tie just because she knew you liked the loss of control. Those days, you left her office with a slight limp, disheveled clothes, and a satisfied smile.

But as much as you loved pleasing her, at some point you wanted to switch things up with the existing dynamic you had with her, and you soon realized that pissing her off was far more enjoyable than following orders.

It started off with small things. Making a small mistake with her Iced Americano order and getting a small instead of her preferred medium. Sometimes you'd purposefully hand her the wrong files, or show up just minutes late to a meeting, knowing how much she disliked when her employees weren't on time. And then it escalated, and you gradually became more bold. You talked back to her on the days where she wasn't in a great mood, muttered sarcastic comments under your breath.

Billie, of course, quickly caught onto the game you were playing, and like a cat to a mouse, she played along.

That's when she introduced punishments to the dynamic. In the privacy of her office, sometimes she'd get you riled up, only to make you kneel in front of her while she typed away at her computer, ignoring your pleading eyes and the growing wetness in your panties. She'd leave you like that the whole day; unsatisfied and begging for more.

A punishment of hers that was her favorite was edging you to near insanity; either with her mouth or fingers or strap, she'd constantly bring you close to an orgasm before pulling away, and she'd do it so many times that it almost bordered on torture. Sometimes you'd get so worked up that you would eventually have an orgasm anyway if she even just lightly touched you, your body so aroused that you didn't even need much stimulation before coming undone. This would only make your situation worse, as you were only allowed to cum with Billie's permission. Whenever that happened, she'd lean in close, smiling evilly, whispering in your ear:

"My baby wanted to cum? Then I'll give you all the orgasms you want, since you wanna be so impatient."

You knew what those words meant. It meant she'd overstimulate you until you could barely hold yourself up, fresh tears streaming down your face.

But you loved it. Every second of it.

So, when you walked into Billie's office today after being particularly mouthy with her after a meeting, you knew what you were in for.

There Billie sat, looking as regal as ever in her chair, hands folded in her lap. She was clearly waiting for you, a lopsided grin etched onto her features as she burned holes into you with her gaze.

"Lock the door." Was all she said; no warm greeting, just a firm command.

You obeyed, turning the lock until you heard that all too familiar click. You felt the anticipation bubbling within you, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

You watched as Billie stood up from her desk, walking closer to you but still keeping her distance. She crossed her arms, eyeing you like a predator stalking its prey.

"You've been giving me attitude the entire fucking day. Bend over the desk." She stated, leaving absolutely no room for disagreement.

But you weren't done messing with her. No, your little game was far from finished.

With a smirk, you didn't move.

"I don't want to." You retorted, jutting out your bottom lip.

Billie quirked an eyebrow, her confident grin faltering. "You know I don't like repeating myself. Bend over the fucking desk."

You still didn't move. You mirrored her stance, crossing your arms as well as you continued to stare right back at her.

"Make me." You said, and as soon as those words left you, you could feel the atmosphere in the room change. It only made you smirk wider, knowing that you were really getting under her skin.

Billie just chuckled, the sound low and dark, and it gave you a rush of adrenaline. When you heard her laugh, that was a sign she was truly fed up with your antics.

You were about to make another snarky comment about her silence until Billie finally spoke up.

"Oh, I see. You're really asking for it, huh? Seems like you've forgotten who the fuck you're talking to."

She stepped closer to you, standing in front of you. She reached a hand out and gently caressed your cheek.

You were perplexed at first. The gentle action contrasted starkly with her harsh words. But it only made you more excited.

She leaned in, whispering her next words, her breath hitting your face.

"You just never learn. Good thing I like putting stupid brats like you in your place."

And with that, her hand suddenly went up to your hair, and she tugged. Hard.

You immediately hissed in pain, hand going up to her wrist, but you made no move to remove it. With her hand still in your hair, Billie dragged you to her desk, before forcefully bending you over it.

It all happened so quick that you were still registering what had just happened, all while Billie had both your hands pulled behind your back, removing her tie as quickly as she could with one hand. You knew exactly where that tie was going.

But suddenly, she had paused before putting the tie in your mouth. From behind, you heard her say, "What do you do when you want me stop but you can't speak?" She asked the question softly, breaking out of her colder, more strict persona for just a moment.

"I… I snap my fingers," you said breathlessly, so aroused you didn't even know what to do with yourself.

"Good," Billie praised. "And how many times do you snap?"

"Three times." You replied.

"Show me." She urged.

You obeyed, snapping your fingers exactly three times in quick succession.

"Very good," Billie said with a grin. "Color?"

You could hear the grin in her voice, a small smile of your own taking over your features.

"Green." You told her.

Once Billie got confirmation to keep going, in the blink of an eye, she returned to her meaner, more brutal attitude. It nearly gave you whiplash with how quickly she was able to switch.

She wasted no time in putting the tie in your mouth, tying it behind your head. You were wearing slacks today, so she pulled them down, tugging harshly, exposing your ass to the cool air of her office.

She took sight of the white lace panties that you wore, specifically for her. You could hear Billie curse under her breath.

"You naughty, naughty girl." She said, rubbing her palm against your backside gently. You knew what was coming; you just didn't know when. The anticipation was practically killing you.

"I want you to count," Billie commanded. "I usually tell you how many I'm giving you, but this time? I'll surprise you." She spoke, her shit-eating grin going from ear to ear.

And then, her hand came crashing down.

The smack reverberated throughout the room and bounced of the walls, it was so loud. It was toward the end of the day, so most people had already left the building, but there were still some people working late, and the thought of them overhearing just made your panties even more soaked. The thought of someone listening was certaintly humiliating and yet it just turned you on even more. All it took was someone walking by. But you couldn't think about that; you had to focus on counting.

"One!" You said through the fabric of Billie's tie, your voice muffled.

Another smack.

"Two!"

She then gave you three, in quick succession, alternating between each cheek.

"Fuck—" you swore, your asscheeks already burning.

Billie tugged your hair angrily. The pain was exhilarating.

"That's not a fucking number. Count."

"Three, four, five—shit—"

It kept going and going, and the minutes started to stretch on seemingly forever. Eventually, you made it to twenty.

By the last one, your ass felt raw, and a few lone tears had escaped your eyes.

"You did so good, baby. You're such a good girl." Billie cooed, removing the tie.

You didn't immediately straighten yourself up, too overwhelmed to even move. Billie just gently caressed your upper back, letting you calm down.

Once you caught your breath again, and you felt like you could speak without it coming out as a incoherent mess, with a dazed smile, you said: "Do I get a reward for being such a good girl?"

"My pretty baby wants a reward? Well then, what do you say?"

"Please."

Billie raised an eyebrow at you. "Please, what?"

"Please, sir. I would like a reward." You said.

"Well, since you asked nicely. You took yout punishment so well, who am I to deny you?" She said, slowly pulling your lace panties to the side, rubbing her fingers through your drenched folds.

A sigh escaped you as Billie didn't waste a second in slipping in finger. It slid in so easily because of how wet you were. She let you adjust to the feeling before slipping in a second one, the office so quiet that you could hear the soft squelching noises coming from your pussy that made your face hot.

"Such a good girl," Billie muttered, finding that sweet spot inside of you within a seconds. "Need you to make a mess all over my fingers, yeah?"

You nodded fervently, trying to keep your moans at a low volume. You were biting your lip so hard you were sure it would start bleeding.

"Please make me cum. Please—" You said, the words just tumbling out of you, some of them slurring together.

Billie let out an amused laugh. "Oh, I will, baby. I will—"

Suddenly, at that moment, a knock was heard on Billie's door. You tensed up at the sound, completely caught off guard.

You thought Billie would stop, but much to your surprise (and delight) she kept going.

The other voice outside the door spoke first. It belonged to a man. "Hey, uh, Miss B? Are you still there?"

"Yes, Charles. What do you need?" Billie replied casually, as if two of her fingers weren't deep inside of you and making you see stars. You slapped a hand over your mouth as you felt Billie speed up, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. Your knees buckled as their conversation continued.

"Well, I just wanted to let you know while you're still here that I won't be coming into work tomorrow. It's a family emergency. So I'll miss the meeting, obviously. I'm terribly sorry." Charles explained.

"That's perfectly fine, Charles. We'll get you all caught up, no problem. My assistant will send everyone the notes, anyway."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Billie gave you one final thrust that sent you over the edge. Your hand was clamped so tightly over your mouth it almost hurt as your orgasm washed over you in waves. Billie's fingers kept moving as she fingered you through it.

On the other side of the door, you heard Charles just chuckle in relief, seemingly oblivious to the absolutely inappropriate act happening inside. "Okay. Great. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Miss B."

"You too." Billie said sweetly, pulling her fingers out of you. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

Finally, you attempted to stand up. You still didn't have full control over your legs, so Billie helped you, holding both of your hands, even helping you pull your pants back up. You winced once you felt the fabric of your slacks gently rub against your still very sensitive backside.

Billie was smiling at you as you leaned against her desk, leaning in to give you a chaste peck.

"You're insane," you said when she pulled away. "I can't believe you just did that."

Billie chuckled. "I can't believe I did it either, to be honest. Thank god the door was locked."

"Yeah," You agreed. "Now, you owe me a hot bath and some cuddles."

Billie held your hand, squeezing gently. "Of course. Was already thinking it."

You both get ready to exit the office. Billie doesn't have to do much to appear presentable. She does stuff her tie in her back pocket though, which is still damp from your saliva. You're able to fix your hair and smooth out your clothes, but there's no hiding the puffiness in your eyes from all the tears. You weren't too worried about that, though. You and Billie were going to be out the building before anyone could even take notice.

Before Billie opens the door, she pauses, and turns to you.

"Will you be on your best behavior next week?" She asks with a smirk.

You giggle. "No promises."

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rereading this again and i NEED a drug dealer!billie fic stat oh my god this is so good

drug dealer! billie hcs ★⋆˙

smut/angst/fluff ୨ৎ warnings: mention of gunplay, spit kink, use of drugs

drug dealer! billie who calls you her favorite customer, always giving you discounts

drug dealer! billie who when you forget to pay makes you suck her dick in compensation 

drug dealer! billie who wears her strap to parties just incase

drug dealer! billie who has girls all over her, but when she sees you she’s moving to make space for you, patting the empty space on her lap so you can sit.

drug dealer! billie who purposely moves around when you’re sat in her lap so you can feel her strap pushing into you

drug dealer! billie who is big on fucking you from behind

drug dealer! billie who always calls you ‘baby’,  ‘mama’ and especially ‘her girl’

drug dealer! billie who makes you gag on her strap and swears she can feel how good your mouth is on her

drug dealer! billie who always praises you for taking her so deep

drug dealer! billie who’s staring you down at a party when she see’s you flirting with anyone else

drug dealer! billie who keeps a gun in the waist band of her pants

drug dealer! billie who would threaten anyone flirting with you with that gun, then later have you on your knees while she trailed the gun down your body

drug dealer! billie who loves when you leave marks on her neck 

“yo billie, who gave you that mark”  “my girl did” she says winking 

drug dealer! billie who licks the drugs off your body, placing it on your tits, thighs and stomach

drug dealer! billie who spoils you with her money

drug dealer! billie who comes to you after a fight + fucks you when she's angry

"you gonna let me take my anger out on you, mama?" she'll say as you're waiting patiently on your knees for her

drug dealer! billie who spits in your mouth before she kisses you like it's a routine.

drug dealer! billie who says "good girl" every time you bring her a lighter, her phone, her gun — doesn’t matter what it is.

drug dealer! billie who has your name tattooed on her thigh, right where only you get to see it.

drug dealer! billie who keeps one of your panties in her glovebox like it’s a good luck charm.

drug dealer! billie who lets you sit on her lap while she counts money, her hand casually gripping your thigh while she multitasks.

drug dealer! billie who only sells to people she likes, and if someone she doesn’t like asks, she just points to you and goes, “ask my girl, maybe she’ll be nicer than me.”

drug dealer! billie who brings you a bag of your favorite snacks every time she drops something off “can’t have my baby starving while she’s getting high.”

drug dealer! billie who makes you ride her strap with her glock on the nightstand.

drug dealer! billie who tells people you’re her wife even though you're not married — yet.

drug dealer! billie who pulls you by the collar and growls, “don’t ever talk to that punk again,” then kisses you like she owns you.

drug dealer! billie who smells like weed, gunpowder, and your perfume, she says she wears it to remember what home smells like.

drug dealer! billie who sends you selfies mid-deal, shirtless in her car, captioned “thinking about you with my dick out lol”

drug dealer! billie who gets into a fight and when you ask “did you win?” she smirks, bruised knuckles and all, “you should see the other bitch… actually, don’t. just look at me.”

drug dealer! billie who tells everyone “this pussy's prescription only,” and you’re the only one with the refill card.

drug dealer! billie who lets you weigh the product on her lap like she’s testing how well you can handle pressure.

drug dealer! billie who tells you, “don’t cum till I say,” then takes her sweet time fingering you, loving the way you beg and whine for her.

drug dealer! billie who’ll have you in the backseat of her car, legs over her shoulders, strap buried deep.

drug dealer! billie who’ll make you choke on her strap with one hand in your hair, the other still texting a client. “keep going, mama — i’m multitasking.”

drug dealer! billie who fucks you with her silver chain wrapped around your throat like a leash, pulling every time you moan too loud.

drug dealer! billie who loves when you wear nothing under her oversized hoodies/ shirts and only finds out when your sat on her lap or she grabs your ass  — “such a slut for me, huh?”

drug dealer! billie who’ll finger you under the table during a deal, whispering, “be quiet, baby, i’m working,” while you’re shaking in her lap.

drug dealer! billie who records you crying on her dick and plays it back when she’s alone, cocky smirk on her lips as she listens to how ruined she made you.

drug dealer! billie who’ll edge you all night then finally fuck you in the morning, saying “only good girls get to cum on my strap.”

drug dealer! billie who won’t tell you where she disappears to some nights, just comes back with bruised knuckles and haunted eyes, muttering “don’t ask, baby, please.”

drug dealer! billie who pushes you away when she’s scared, when things get too good, she starts fights just to convince herself you’ll leave before she gets too attached.

drug dealer! billie who almost gets caught in a raid and calls you from a burner phone, breathless and frantic, “i don’t know if i’ll make it out… just know i love you, alright?”

drug dealer! billie who refuses to sleep next to you after a deal goes bad because she doesn't want to bleed on your sheets — “i’m dirty, baby. you deserve better.”

drug dealer! billie who goes dead silent when you cry in front of her for the first time, then holds your face and whispers, “you know I’d kill anyone who made you feel like this... even if it’s me.”

drug dealer! billie who gets so used to giving everything away,money, product, sex, that when you love her without asking for anything, it breaks her.

drug dealer! billie who makes you promise that if she ever disappears, you’ll leave town and never look for her  “i can’t have you getting hurt just because you love me.”

drug dealer! billie who sneaks into your apartment just to cook breakfast in your kitchen,  eggs burnt, toast uneven, but she’s so proud. “i feed you and fuck you? wife me.”

drug dealer! billie who gets high and gets soft, lays with her head in your lap and lets you play with her hair while she hums whatever song’s in her head.

drug dealer! billie who keeps a stash of your favorite snacks in her glove compartment. “my girl’s gotta eat between rounds.”

drug dealer! billie who rolls joints with pink rolling paper because “you like cute shit,” and always kisses you before lighting up.

drug dealer! billie who lets you wear her hoodie and hat, then posts you on her private story with the caption “mine mine mine.”

drug dealer! billie who always calls you to “come crash at mine” after a long night, she sleeps better when she can feel your heartbeat against her back.

drug dealer! billie who secretly keeps every love note, polaroid, and silly doodle you’ve ever given her, stashed in a shoebox under her bed.

drug dealer! billie who never says “be careful” — just “text me when you get home” — but she means “if anything ever happened to you I’d burn this whole city down.”

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she’s got a boyfriend anyway ~ billie eilish x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cheating, slight angst?, soft dom!billie, sub!reader, dirty talk, choking, oral(r!receiving), strap(r!receiving), bisexual!reader

an: hello my lovely friends! i am back :3 i’ve missed writing so much over the past few weeks but i wanted to take the much needed time away so i could focus on my lovely gf :) anyways, this lil fic is based off of ‘sex’ by the 1975 (also i do not condone cheating of any kind! reminder: this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be taken literally. enjoy!)

18+ minors dni!!!

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The hum of a distant speaker and muffled bass from something Billie had long forgotten fills the air of her living room. You’re curled up on her couch, legs tucked under you, a hoodie two sizes too big hanging off one shoulder. It wasn’t your hoodie, it was hers. You definitely didn’t ask to borrow it the first night you ever hung out with her, and she didn’t offer it; it just happened.

You’re still coming down from the fight, the shouting match with your boyfriend playing on a loop in your head, clouding your racing thoughts. Billie’s just there, slouched in the armchair across from you, arms loose over her knees, watching you as you wipe a single tear away.

“I don’t know why I even went off on him like that,” you mutter. “It was so fucking stupid.”

“He yelled at you,” she says softly, like it’s a fact and not an opinion.

“Yeah, but I yelled first. I mean, it was- God, I don’t even know.”

You bury your head in your hands in frustration as Billie mutters out, “He’s kind of an asshole to you.”

You blink at her words, looking up at her instantly. “He’s not.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, not buying your excuse for a moment. But she doesn’t say anything else either, she just lets the silence say it for her.

You drop your gaze to your hands. “We’ve been together a while.”

“So?”

“So, it’s complicated.”

She laughs at that, short and quiet, and it feels like a gunshot in the growing tension between you. “No, it’s really not.”

You look up again, and you notice she’s looking at you like she’s trying to memorize every part of your face. Her expression remains unreadable, but there’s an obvious suggestion to it.

You bite your lip, “Why do you care so much?”

Billie’s jaw tightens as she stands suddenly, crossing the short space between the two of you. You shift back slightly on the couch, and she doesn’t stop until she’s kneeling in front of you, one hand on the edge of the cushion, fingers curled into the fabric like she’s physically having to hold herself back.

“You really don’t see it?” she asks, voice lower now, quieter, like shes about to tell you a secret.

You frown, sniffling. “See what?”

“How you deserve to be looked at like you matter. Talked to like you’re a fucking person. Touched like you’re more than just-” She swallows her words, catching herself, before looking at you with silent desperation.

Billie licks her bottom lip absentmindedly before leaning in, and you don’t stop her.

You don’t move, you cant.

She brings her hand up to cup your jaw, her thumb brushing the side of your cheek, silently asking for permission. And before the logical part of you can remind her that this is a bad idea, her lips find yours hesitantly, like she’s testing how deep your denial runs. You don’t pull away, your lips parting ever so slightly, giving her more access as she presses in harder, deepening the kiss.

Billie’s tongue grazes your bottom lip, teasing you. You melt into the kiss, letting out a soft whimper in the back of your throat. It was something you didn’t even mean to give her, but she takes it as approval to continue.

The hand on your cheek slides back into your hair as she kisses you with a deep hunger. Her other hand finds your thigh, the touch warm through the fabric of your sweatpants, squeezing.

Your breath stutters as she drags her lips from your mouth to the edge of your jaw, trailing hot, wet kisses down your neck and back up, connecting your lips again for what feels like ages.

She pulls back just a little after a few minutes, taking in your disheveled state with hooded eyes. Your lips are kiss bruised and your heart is somewhere in your throat, beating so hard you can feel it in your ears.

You’re still trying to catch your breath when Billie’s fingers trail down your cheek, then stop at your chin, tilting your face up slightly as her baby blues study your own, almost like shes waiting for you to say something.

“You’re quiet,” she murmurs.

“I-” You start to speak but your voice gives out, and her lips curl up, not mocking you, just knowing.

She leans in again, her lips brushing yours without kissing, letting her breath ghost over your skin. Her tone drops, warm and thick with unspoken need. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

You don’t, and you can’t. Again.

Instead, you lean into her, chasing her mouth like you need it to breathe, and thats the final green light she needs.

“Good girl,” she whispers into your lips, before finally kissing you again, deeper this time, with no hesitation. She pulls you forward, easing you down into the couch cushions, her body covering yours.

Her hand slides under the hoodie, her hoodie, and grazes her fingers over your bare skin. She groans into your mouth when she realizes you’re not wearing a bra.

“Fuck,” she mutters against your lips, then moves lower, her mouth finding your neck as her fingers tease under the curve of your breast. “You came over here like this? You don’t even know what that does to me.”

Your hips twitch against her thigh at her words, and she lets out a small groan.

“Needy girl, huh?” she smirks against your skin.

Her hands trail lower, tugging the hoodie up and exposing your stomach, then your panties, ghosting her fingers over them as she pulls them down slowly, her eyes locked on yours.

“I want you to remember this,” she says softly, voice like velvet. “Every time he touches you and it doesn’t feel right. I want you to remember how you should feel.”

You swallow hard, your thighs trembling as she kneels between them, her hands firm on your hips. She drags her nails lightly along the inside of your thighs and watches you squirm, your chest rising and falling fast with anticipation.

“You gonna be good for me?” she asks.

You nod, dazed, unable to form a coherent response.

“No,” she says, tilting her head, eyes glinting. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes,” you breathe out. “I’ll be good.”

Her smirk softens into something more dangerous at your submission. “That’s what I thought.”

She dips down suddenly, her tongue licking a slow, deliberate stripe up your cunt. Her mouth is warm against your even warmer core.

“God, you taste so fucking good,” she growls, pulling your clit into her mouth and sucking, then pulling off with a wet pop just to murmur, “I bet he doesn’t even know how to eat you out right.”

You moan loudly, your hand clutching the cushion beside you, while the other is buried in her hair. She continues to circle your clit with her tongue, the pressure firm and unrelenting, already sending you near the edge.

“I wanna hear you,” she says, lips brushing against your folds. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

She dives back in, suckling at your clit and flicking her tongue rapidly back and forth as your body tenses. You let out a loud cry as your orgasm hits you hard, your legs tensing and fingers pulling at her hair.

Billie continue to work you through your orgasm, her tongue lapping at your juices eagerly, and she doesn’t stop until your legs are shaking from overstimulation.

Eventually, she pulls away reluctantly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she crawls back up over you, lips glistening, cheeks flushed.

“You still with me?” she asks gently, brushing your hair from your face with a soft smirk, proud of herself to be able to reduce you down to a shaking mess.

You nod, your eyes dazed and slightly unfocused, barely able to speak.

Before you can fully register it, the room fills with the sound of a click as Billie opens a drawer from god knows where.

Your eyes flutter open fully in interest, and you see her standing beside the couch, sliding off her sweatpants. The harness is already buckled around her, the thick toy jutting out from her hips. You let out a small moan at the sight, your thighs clenching together instinctively.

Billie walks over and pulls your hips toward the end of the couch, settling between your legs again, dragging the tip of her strap slowly along your slit, catching at your entrance just enough to make you gasp.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Billie murmurs, eyes locked on yours, a shit eating grin on her face. “And when I do, you��re gonna forget his name.”

Your fingers clutch at the couch as you throw your head back, your cheeks heating up from her words.

“And if you’re a good girl,” She leans down, lips ghosting over your throat, “’ll make you come on my cock until you can’t remember anything else.”

Your breath catches hard in your throat as Billie watches your face like it’s the only thing that matters. Her hand comes up to cup your jaw again, thumb brushing your bottom lip as she pushes the tip of the strap just barely inside you. The stretch makes you gasp, and the sound that comes out of you is halfway between a moan and a plea.

“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”

Your hips arch up helplessly into hers, chasing more. She sinks deeper with a slow, devastating roll of her hips, keeping eye contact the entire time until she bottoms out, her strap deep inside you.

Billie’s lip curls up as she presses down on your lower stomach, feeling the fullness there. “Feel that? That’s mine now.”

She starts to move after a moment, fucking into you with smooth, deep thrusts, yet slow enough to make you ache for more somehow. Her hands grip your thighs, forcing them open wider, your legs trembling as she sets a steady pace, fucking you like she wants to leave an impression inside you.

“Say it,” she demands, voice low and rough. “Tell me whose pussy this is.”

You can barely breathe. “Yours.”

Her thrusts speed up, angling her hips to hit your sweet spot methodically before rasping out, “Louder.”

“Yours, Billie- fuck! It’s yours.”

A low groan rips from her throat. “Goddamn right it is.”

One of her hands slide up your body, fingers wrapping loosely around your throat. Not enough to hurt you, but just enough to make your breath hitch, your eyes lock on hers, your pulse throbbing under her palm.

“You like that?” she whispers, pressing down a bit harder, just enough to make your head swim.

You nod, eyes wide, mouth falling open. “Yes, please, don’t stop-”

She leans in, lips brushing your ear. “You’re so fucking pretty like this, spread out, wrecked, moaning for my cock. He ever fuck you like this?” Billie smirks against your ear, filling you completely with another deep thrust. “Ever make you feel this full?”

You shake your head, only able to let more broken sounds spill from your lips.

Her grip on your throat tightens just slightly as she fucks into you faster now, harder. The obscene sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixing with your cries and her grunts. You feel her free hand find your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles as she drives into you, relentless now, pulling you toward the edge again.

“You’re gonna come for me,” she growls, voice trembling with restraint. “You’re gonna come on this cock like a good girl.”

You come hard instantly, your legs shaking, back arching almost painfully as a sob breaks from your throat. She doesn’t stop, instead, she keeps fucking you through it, her voice in your ear, coaxing and commanding.

“That’s it, look at you baby. Fuck. So fucking perfect when you come for me.”

Her hips slow eventually, finally stilling inside you as your body trembles beneath hers, spent and gasping as you come down from your intense high.

Billie’s grip softens as her fingers slide away from your throat. Her hands instead move to your waist, grounding you, holding you.

“Shhh, I got you,” she whispers, brushing your hair from your damp forehead. “You okay, baby?”

You nod against her shoulder, knowing you must look absolutely wrecked. Your heart pounding and your body boneless. “Yeah… yeah.”

She kisses your temple, her lips soft and warm, nothing like the way she just fucked you. You feel her slowly pull out, unintentionally flinching from the emptiness as she immediately shushes you again, gathering you into her lap, settling beside you on the couch.

Billie unbuckles the harness without a word, tossing it aside and pulling a blanket from the back of the couch to wrap around both your bodies. You cling to her instinctively, tucking your head under her chin. She strokes your back with her thumb slowly, the living room falling quiet before she speaks up after a minute.

“I meant what I said,” Billie murmurs, lips near your ear. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

Your fingers curl into the hem of her shirt tightly at the admission, your cheeks heating up all over again.

You swallow, eyes still shut in slight hesitation. “I know.”

The room is still, the only sound being your synchronized breathing and the consistent hum of her speaker. She shifts just enough to look down at you, eyes soft and sure, and presses one last kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“You staying tonight?”

You look up, meeting her gaze, and there’s no hesitation in your voice this time.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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oh. my. god.

★ what about dating milf!billie? and what about dating milf!sabrina?

★ milf!billie who’s your lonely neighbor with two sons

your mom insisted that you grab a box of cookies from home and go meet your new neighbors, because making friends is very important.

knocking on the massive door of the wooden house, you immediately heard a woman's voice, and then a quick stomping of feet, before two boys, about seven and five years old, appeared on the threshold, looking at you with genuine curiosity.

but your attention was caught by a tall brunette who appeared behind them a few seconds later. you weren't sure where your gaze was directed until she spoke. her voice was melodic, beautiful, with a slight hoarseness that made your knees buckle.

you showed up at her house one day. then ‘accidentally’ found out that her eldest needed a math tutor. very coincidentally, you were the only candidate for this position.

you started with a couple of hours a day, explaining and working through the topics of the lower grades and praising the boy for all the correct answers. you didn't notice the way billie was looking at you. until she asked you to stay and have dinner with them.

then again and again until you ended the day in her bedroom, sprawled across the crisp white sheets with her tongue exploring every inch of your body.

⋆ milf!billie who woke you up with her hands on your hips the morning after the first night, unable to wait to plunge her tongue into your pussy again.

"please, my love. just let me make you feel good, okay?"

⋆ milf!billie who always manages to find an excuse to tease you in front of her sons, causing your face to flush bright red.

"your slutty skirt's fit for bouncing on my strap, not teaching my son"

⋆ milf!billie who prefers a sporty style of clothing.

⋆ milf!billie who constantly presses herself against you from behind, letting you feel her strap tease the small of your back.

⋆ milf!billie who can't keep her hands off you. she has to touch you all the time. hand on your waist, fingers teasing the inside of your thigh.

⋆ milf!billie who clearly has 'mama' as a favorite.

"c'me here, mama, wanna show you something"

⋆ milf!billie who once touched herself in her bedroom when you walked in without knocking.

⋆ milf!billie who, unlike you, didn't get embarrassed, eventually trapping your head between her legs.

"s'okay mama, close the door and come here. i needed your help anyways"

⋆ milf!billie who fucked you on every surface in her house; the bed, the couch, the shower stall, the tables, the kitchen counter...

⋆ milf!billie who definitely has daddy kink.

⋆ milf!billie who always opens the door for you when you come into her house. she has to be the first one to see you.

⋆ milf!billie who makes you sit on her lap, feeling her strap press against your folds while you try to sit still and not move.

"gonna be a good girl for me, princess? let daddy look at you"

⋆ milf!billie who loves how obsessed you are with her tits. constantly leaving little marks on them that only the two of you can see.

⋆ milf!billie who loves watching your body bounce on her strap.

⋆ milf!billie who loves making you go bigger and bigger until your insides turn to mush.

"come on, pretty. it’s only 10 inches. m'gonna stretch this pussy so good"

⋆ milf!billie who saw you right through when you came into the kitchen to ‘get some water’. well, you ended up on the counter and three of her fingers buried in your cunt.

"gotta be quiet okay mama? can't let my kids hear"

⋆ milf!billie who has a mark on her collarbone from your teeth after you were trying so hard to be quiet.

⋆ milf!billie who likes to hit it from the back. hands pressing down on your shoulder blades, making you arch your back better for her.

⋆ milf!billie who made you walk around the house with a vibe, turning it off every time you got close.

⋆ milf!billie who teased you that same night when you were begging for her touch.

'yeah i know, hard to think when your mind is constantly thinking about dick isn't that right?'

⋆ milf!billie who works in her office and holds you on her lap, cockwarming her

"patience, slut"

⋆ milf!billie who likes to take control. always. she just needs to feel like something in this life is in her power. and you were a perfect candidate.

⋆ milf!billie who slapped your face when you guided her fingers to your clit, just because you needed more.

"so fucking greedy huh? daddy's fucking you with her dick and you still need more?' pathetic little bitch"

⋆ milf!billie who makes you clean up your mess with your tongue.

⋆ milf!billie who fucked you in the car after you tried to touch yourself, while she was driving to pick up her boys from soccer.

"can't keep your hands to yourself, huh?" she looks around for the nearest place to park before you end up in the backseat, your hips moving against her thigh, making a mess on her pants. "daddy, please, need more!" your head falls onto her shoulder as her nails dig into your waist, guiding you. "sluts don't get more. shut up and keep fucking yourself"

★ milf!sabrina whose son you're babysitting...

when you first saw her, you'd never think that such a good looking woman could be 36 years old. she looked perfect, like an angel fallen from heaven. her captivating smile, her soft blue eyes peering under your skin with every look she gave you. it was a game, her game, that you lost before it even started.

sabrina was soft from the first second. for some reason constantly letting her hands rest ‘innocently’ on your body, be it your arm, your waist, your lower back. you just thought she was being polite. she just couldn’t wait for the moment when her hands would slip under the fabric of your skirt.

she didn’t notice how her gaze darkened when she watched how well you treated her son. she couldn’t control her thoughts.

you were young, inexperienced and completely innocent. all sabrina wanted was to corrupt your perfect body, looking like it was made for her touch.

sabrina insisted that you stay for dinner. she always did because you couldn't say ‘no’ to her

the same way you couldn't say ‘no’ when her hand landed on your thigh under the table.

"hush, sweetie. be a good girl and listen to my son tell us about his day" her warm breath on your neck lit a fire that neither of you could put out.

that night, you couldn't wait for her to put her son to bed. you needed her like oxygen.

she was soft, gentle. at first.

"has anyone ever touched you before, my angel?"

sabrina just couldn't let anyone have you when she found out she was the first one who could make your eyes roll into the back of your head every time she touched you. she couldn't let you go home that night.

"there's a spare room in my house. you can live here."

you couldn't say no to her.

⋆ milf!sabrina who has a wild mommy kink. it blew her mind when you first said it.

⋆ milf!sabrina who can't keep her hands off you, even when you're trying to parent her son.

⋆ milf!sabrina who swallowed hard when she heard you call her mommy in front of her son.

"your mommy's making dinner for us, sweet boy, let me help you"

she couldn't wait until the evening, gagging you with your own panties while her fingers were buried in your pussy.

⋆ milf!sabrina who couldn't help but giggle when you told her you'd never thought about what it was like to suck something.

"tsk, baby, i thought you were worth something. guess mommy just has to teach you then"

⋆ milf!sabrina who held your hair so gently, guiding your head as you learned how to suck her strap properly. choking and gagging, but ready to do anything to please her

"breathe, princess. gonna be my good girl and take everything i give you, yeah?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who stops guiding your head, and seeing your confused look, just strokes your cheek.

"you're a big girl, you can finish it yourself"

⋆ milf!sabrina who has no idea how hard you're dripping down your thighs. the pink vibe pressed against your clit is putting too much pressure.

⋆ milf!sabrina who loves hit it from the back. she loves to run her hands down your spine, reaching for your breasts, playing with them as her hips slam into you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who makes you push yourself onto her cock without moving at all, while you cry and beg her to help you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who’s obsessed with your mouth working so desperately on her pussy.

⋆ milf!sabrina who cooks for you every day.

"thank you ms carpenter, this is delicious" "you know how to thank me, princess"

your head’s buried between her legs for the next few hours.

⋆ milf!sabrina who is the 'whore' type. she just loves the way your moans get louder when she calls you that.

⋆ milf!sabrina who loves to punish you when you misbehave.

"so desperate to cum? you forgot your fucking manners?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who actually loves it when you act like a brat. it gives her full right to do whatever she wants with your body; spanking, slapping, pulling your hair, sometimes too hard.

⋆ milf!sabrina who makes you count until your skin is covered in her handprints and your makeup is ruined by the endless stream of tears.

"shouldn't have then sweet girl? you gonna go back to being my good little girl baby?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who leaves you tied to the bed, forcing you to watch her fingers disappear into her own pussy while you squirm, begging her to untie you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who always has to shut you up because you're too loud.

"shh, be quiet, sweetie. don't wanna wake my son up, yeah? can't let him see what mess you made on mommy's sheets"

⋆ milf!sabrina who makes you look in the mirror while she fucks you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who pulls your hair too hard when you look away.

"did i gave you permission to close your eyes, angel?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who constantly taunts you in front of her son. tiny shorts, tight shirts. presses up against you when she 'needs to get something from the top shelf'. and sometimes you can feel the strap under her sweatpants.

"could fuck you right here and right now, sweetie"

⋆ milf!sabrina who has a big breeding kink. she's a mother. she just needs to make you feel the same.

"c'mon, my sweet girl, just wanna give you my babies. gonna you take it like a good girl? let mommy fill you up, huh?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who's just a fucking pervert, calling you while you're studying, letting you hear how fast her fingers move inside her. 

'keep talking, princess. don't stop. don't stop'

⋆ milf!sabrina who goes crazy if you let out a little whine. she'll just beg you to keep going. 

'please, baby, keep making those sweet sounds'

⋆ milf!sabrina who has no qualms about crawling into your panties while you're watching a movie with her son, who's just too engrossed in the picture on the screen. 

⋆ milf!sabrina who definitely blindfolds you sometimes, making you guess which strap she's fucking you with. and you better guess right. 

⋆ milf!sabrina who's obsessed with your tits. just makes you cockwarm her, playing with your them until you can't think straight. 

⋆ milf!sabrina who innocently asks you to put sunscreen on her and then takes off her bikini.

⋆ milf!sabrina who fucks you in a hot tub while her son plays with his friends in the backyard.

"let's see how many times i can make you cum before he notices."

⋆ milf!sabrina who taught you how to masturbate. just because she likes to see how shy you are.

"i need my sweet girl to know how to take care of my pussy when mommy's isn’t there"

⋆ milf!sabrina who's too possessive when it comes to you. 'you're mine' just not enough. you have to belong to her. your soul and your body. and you better know that she owns you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who gets pissed when she sees you talking too sweetly to some guy.

"mommy doesn't fuck you enough, huh? not make you cum enough you're gonna whore yourself to some pathetic guy?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who couldn't stop leaving her handprints all over your ass until you're screaming that you belong to her.

"this pussy is mine. mine and only mine to fuck, you understand, whore?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who stimulates you until you learn your lesson.

"oh now it's too much? or am i gonna see you in 5 minutes drooling over some guy like a pathetic little bitch?" her hand's in your hair, lifting your head off the mattress as you do your best to stay on your hands and knees. thick strap is too deep for you to think straight. "i’m so sorry, mommy! please, i wanna cum f'you." tears are streaming down your cheeks, but she doesn't care. you just don't understand how much lust's in that body that she can treat you like a doll, fucking your brains out. "f'me, mama? yeah, i own this fucking pussy"

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My favorite baby is back!!! How are you my love?!💖

hiiii :3 im good! a lil sick rn but pushing through!! hehe, how are you?

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something about my girlfriend and i celebrating our one year anniversary the same day billie & nat hard launched their relationship does infact sit right with me like omg :,)

love is so beautiful, and those who identify as bisexual and/or unlabeled are just as valid during pride month btw <3

(if i see one more person trying to also invalidate her queerness you will be blocked! remember: a bisexual woman can still date a man!!)

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OH MY GOD

★ thank u, next; b. eilish & s. carpenter

★ fuckboy!billie x fem!reader x starboy!sabrina

★ smut `

★ wc; 4,7k

★ warnings; dom/sub dynamic; strap (r receiving); oral (r receiving); humiliation; choking; dp; slapping

it wasn't something your mother taught you as a child. it was a sin, a secret, your secret that you were going to keep in your heart for the rest of your life. a secret that was going to follow you to the grave, to be buried deep underground because it was wrong. shameful.

it shouldn't have happened, but was it really your fault that you couldn't just stop at one?

you knew it was a bad idea. seeing them. kissing them. touching them. fucking them. it wasn't an obligation, you didn't promise each other anything, you didn't say ‘i love you’ when your limbs were tangled together and your bodies were spread out on crumpled sheets. it just happened. just little marks left on your body, just little bites stinging their skin. it was just that simple. it was a problem, but as long as no one knew about it, it was okay.

but all secrets come out.

the aggressively loud bass pounds through the speakers and into your eardrums, occasionally forcing you to cover them just to avoid going deaf by the end of the night. a few dozen drunken teenagers, along with a similar number of adults, filled the expansive area, now so crowded it’s hard to take a full breath without choking on the stench of alcohol or someone's cheap perfume. but nothing around you made muchsense. not when the billie was on you. everywhere.

strong arms wrapped tightly around your body, hands clenched around your waist, your hips, your breasts, grabbing them shamelessly, rolling your milky nipples over the thin fabric of the black lace dress that matched your underwear perfectly. you took care of it, knowing this night would surely end in someone else's bed. and she always liked that. how different you were. how you were always ready for her.

but billie was your complete opposite; wide leg pants, a xl shirt. shirt that you once wore into her kitchen without wearing anything underneath. she became obsessed with it after that moment, constantly reminding you how she'd then bent you over the counter. on her feet, her usual massive high-soled sneakers, making her taller, bossier, hotter. you loved it.

the cold rings contrasted with the high temperature of your hot body, her nails digging into your skin, leaving faint marks on your arms and thighs. the metal belt buckle rubs constantly against your lower back, just like her strap against your ass. she sent you a picture beforehand of the massive bulge visible under the cotton fabric of her red boxers. she just knew you wouldn't rest until you felt her inside you.

"god, mama, you smell divine," she whispered, her nose brushing against your soft skin. her lips found the pulse point on your neck, sucking gently, making you rest your head on her shoulder, biting your plump lips. occasionally, you pressed your ass harder against her front, just to feel what might be waiting for you later tonight. maybe in her bedroom. maybe in her car. or even in a bathroom stall. you never know when the hair tie on your wrist might come in handy.

the tension grew exponentially, as did the number of times she kissed your neck. billie wasn't sweating about who might see you. she just sucked your skin into her mouth, leaving red marks that were sure to remain the next morning. which would remain when you lay back in sabrina's bed, obediently spreading your legs and screaming that she was the one while her strap hit deep into that sweet spot inside you. it happened every time. with every one of them. but it wasn't your fault you always got what you wanted. and you wanted them both. always wanted them both.

maybe it was wrong, and you'd have to pay for everything you did. maybe today was the day.

as soon as billie's hands came down on your waist again, she quickly turned you around, attacking your lips and capturing them in a greedy kiss, forcing your thighs together a little tighter. the air in your lungs runs out too quickly and you slowly pull away, leaving a thin string of saliva between your lips as you feel eyes on you. her gaze. a long, burning one, filled with genuine jealousy. your head turns toward the entrance, spotting sabrina.

"fuck" a curse flies off your lips before you can stop it, and billie notices the trajectory of your gaze, following it. sabrina's presence doesn't really bother her, so her hands come down on your lower back again, holding you very, very close.

"everything okay, princess?" you blink a few times, nodding and pulling a smile onto your face.

"yes, s’all good, bils"

your gaze falls once again to the far corner of the room, where sabrina was standing just seconds ago. but now, there’s only a cluster of other people. this was bad.

before you can even process her absence, you catch the scent of her perfume a sweet, sweet fragrance that stands out among a hundred others. then comes her breath on your neck.

you’re fucked.

“what the hell, carpenter?” billie frowns, her eyes locked on sabrina’s hands resting on your body, fingers gripping the fabric of your silk dress. the music fades into a distant hum, drowned out by the frantic beating of your heart, and their murderous stares, which speak louder than any words. you can feel the blood boiling beneath their skin, pulsing faster with each second.

“hands off. she’s my girl.”

sabrina grins sweetly, falsely, clearly unimpressed. to her, it’s all a joke.was screaming last night. "oh, your girl? that’s not what she screamed last night"

everything around you freezes. your body goes numb, your legs turn to cotton. you have to clutch billie harder just to keep your balance.

but the smile is gone from her face, replaced by a sharp, furious expression and deeply furrowed brows. she pulls back and looks you dead in the eyes. quietly. sternly. authoritatively.

“what's she talking about?”

you swallow hard, now feeling sabrina's fingers running up the back of your neck, rising until she burrows them into your hair, pulling your head back in a rough gesture.

"you sleep with both of us and thought you could get away with it? whore."

the words hit you like a slap, sharp across your face, and just as sharp between your legs. as much as you don’t want to admit it, there was something about the way they looked at each other, like they were ready to tear each other to pieces. or maybe they'll just tear you apart tonight.

“i asked you a fucking question.” billie steps closer, her cold rings pressing into your skin as she wraps her fingers around your chin, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make you meet her gaze.

“are you sleeping with her? fucking her?” you don’t recognize the girl standing in front of you anymore. this wasn’t your billie. not that you could ever fully call her yours. a lump of fear and nerves rises in your throat, choking your voice, until she jerks your face, squeezing your chin tighter.

“fucking answer me!” she hisses, her voice dripping with venom.

“although, knowing you, you probably beg her every night to give that cock-hungry pussy the fucking it wants.” your mouth opens and closes, and before you can manage to say anything, sabrina answers for you. “oh, look at that, you’re actually right about something, eilish.”

the sneer in her voice makes your knees buckle, your mind going completely blank. all you can register now are their hands on your body greedy, demanding, hot.

“you think your tiny hands can satisfy her better than mine?” billie scoffs, and for the first time, your eyebrows furrow. you don’t consider yourself an angel, but they had no right to talk about you like you weren’t standing just a few inches away. you slip slightly from their grip, listening to the pointless altercation for another second before sighing heavily.

“don’t talk about me like i’m some kind of toy,” you counter, and immediately, two pairs of blue eyes fix on you, burning through your skin. in that instant, you regret opening your mouth at all. sabrina grins, stepping forward. the height of her heels makes her tower over you.

“you’re the last one to have any say right now, sweetie,” she says it so smoothly, so cruelly, that there’s nothing left for you to do but shut your mouth and wait, silently, for whatever comes next.

clearly not what you were expecting.

the world holds its breath for a few suspended seconds. "you know, if you think you can take us both…" billie nestles herself behind sabrina's back, not raising her head as she continues to speak. "...why don't you prove it?"

your eyes widen, pupils dilating, and you can only detect an ounce of surprise on sabrina's face. she was surprised. she liked the idea too much to try to resist. she plays along, as if they came up with it together, on a mental level. it's like you had no choice to say no.

"firstly, and believe me, last chance to say 'no'" you bite your lower lip uncontrollably, already visualizing in your head what their rivalry. will this night even end for you? no. but it was too late to back out. you shake your head, saying a quiet 'yes' under your breath, but it was enough for both of them to grab their jackets and be outside the next minute.

the cool summer air frames your bodies, the loud music coming from the club now seeming like just background noise. billie quickly fiddles with the keys of her phone, hailing a cabwhile sabrina's fingers reach into her bag, pulling out a pack of expensive cigarettes. your eyes scrutinize every movement.

“you’re staring,” she utters almost indifferently, lighting a cigarette as your eyes drift over her manicured hands, perfect nails and a few rings adorning her lower phalanges.

“sorry,” you whisper, shamefully averting your gaze and staring into the darkness of the alley before her warm breath burns your earlobe.

“don’t apologize, baby. they’ll be inside you soon.” you almost choke on your own saliva, involuntarily pressing your thighs closer together to soothe the aching, throbbing heat between your legs. you’re in for a long, long night.

the cab ride feels like real torture, with you trapped between their bodies, unable to feel a single touch. their hands rest on their laps, fiddling with the edges of their clothes or scrolling through their phones. but you tell yourself this is punishment, sitting here and dreaming about what comes next, if they evendecide to touch you at all.

but once all the extra eyes are gone, the game begins.

all doubts dissipate as soon as your feet cross the threshold of sabrina’s apartment, the one you know like the back of your hand. but tonight? there’s something different in the air. something darker that you’ve awakened.

sabrina’s lips crash onto yours, biting and claiming, drawing out all those pathetic moans and whimpers you’d been hiding since the moment you met her gaze. she’s not the gentle girl you’re used to seeing on stage; she’s desperate, raw, greedy. she doesn’t ask permission, sliding her hands under the fabric of your dress to meet your thighs.

you sigh heavily, biting her bottom lip and pulling away, your arms wrapping around her neck. you almost forget it’s not just the two of you here.

“don’t make me jealous, princess.” billie’s body presses against you from behind, and you can once again feel the bulge between her legs, reminding you that tonight, you’re gonna be filled to the brim. literally.

her lips find your neck, sucking and biting at the soft skin until dark spots appear. “please…” you pull away from sabrina’s lips, reaching back to grab at least a piece of billie’s clothing,pulling her impossibly closer.

sabrina giggles, her fingers dragging along your neck, leaving red marks from her nails and covering you in goosebumps.

“show her where the bedroom is,” she whispers, her hair tickling your chest before she disappears into the other room, rummaging through the dresser drawers. you look at billie shyly, but she’s clearly not embarrassed. with one easy motion, she throws you over her shoulder.

“well, show me where the bedroom is, princess.” you swallow hard and tell her to go to the far room at the end of the hallway. seconds later, you find yourself on the bed. your back hits the mattress as billie’s hands land on either side of your head, trapping you.hot breaths mingle as one. her lips on yours, dirty, hot. your hands weave through her hair, loosening the tight elastic band and freeing the long strands that now fall over your neck and chest. her knee presses between your legs against your clothed, wet pussy. your dress is pulled up at your waist, then ripped off your body.

“oh, a show without me?” sabrina enters the bedroom, closing the door behind her as if anyone could witness the sin about to take place on those sheets. she’s clad only in wide house pants and a white lace bra that barely covers her breasts. you swallow, watching her from beneath billie’s body.

“we were good without you too,” billie reluctantly gets off you, but her hand remains on your thigh, dangerously close to your warmth, keeping you from relaxing.

sabrina ignores the comment, reaching into her pocket for her phone. her body lands softly on the edge of the bed as she opens the stopwatch and, a second later, throws the it onto the white sheets. you stare at her in bewilderment, but as she moves to remove your panties and settle between your legs, a picture starts to form in your mind.

"ready to lose, eilish?" she raises her eyes one last time to billie, signaling her to press the 'start' button before burying her face between your legs, licking a long strip of your pussy's voluptuousness to gather your arousal, moaning at the taste.

her tongue dips into your tight hole for only a second, but it's enough to make your back arch, pushing your pussy into her face. she doesn't resist, just wraps her hands around your hips, squeezing and massaging the soft skin, her lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

sabrina was the calmer type. teasing you as light as a feather. her touches make you beg again and again before she finally takes pity and makes you cum—fluttering her tongue perfectly, pressing on your sweetest and most sensitive spots, making you scream her name and see a million stars. after so much torment, it doesn’t take long, but now? now she’s not being ceremonious, because this is a competition, and women like sabrina carpenter never lose, and she intended to prove it.

billie seems to be starting to enjoy this little show, putting her phone aside and focusing on sliding her hands down your neck, squeezing, not hard, just enough to make you whimper pitifully and look up at her with wide, fawn eyes. one hand drops to her wrist, squeezing tightly, and the other grabs sabrina’s lush hair, trying to pull her even closer. your hips move uncontrollably, you start to ride face, but she only hugs your hips harder until your body begins to shake.

“i’m—close...” the words are mixed with melodic moans and constant heavy sighs, your chest heaving with every breath. no one stops. no one stops tonight until you’ve made a complete mess of their bodies.

the next fifteen seconds are enough for you to collapse on her face, screaming “sabrina” like a mantra. your hips shake and clench around her head, your chest shuddering with each heavy breath. billie reaches back for her phone, pressing the ‘stop’ button and showing you both the screen: 2 minutes and 14 seconds.

sabrina grins sweetly, wiping the corner of her lip with her middle finger as if your release hadn’t dripped down her chin straight onto the crumpled sheets. gaze is predatory as she crawls up your body, stopping at your face to enclose your lips in another kiss, a softer one, letting you taste yourself on her tongue as she pushes her tongue into your mouth.

“give her a minute, and i’ll show you how to make girls cum” billie’s eyes roll in a disgruntled sign, and sabrina only giggles sweetly, pulling away to give you a moment to catch your breath and wait until your sensitivity decreases.

your makeup is smudged, your lips swollen, and the first drops of sweat are forming on your body. after a short pause, you nod, giving billie permission to continue, and she doesn’t miss a second. she crawls to the other side of the bed, settling between your legs. sabrina positions herself on the opposite side, lifting your head and placing it in her lap, stroking your cheeks as you stare at her with loving eyes.

“turn that damn timer on, carpenter,” billie grumbles, her tongue flicking out to wet her plump lips, and you’re instantly enamored by the motion. sabrina rolls her eyes but resets her score, pressing the ‘start’ button again. it takes billie no more than a second to attack your pussy with her tongue, one hand clutching your thigh, the other reaching up your body to grope your breasts, drawing loud moans from you.

she’s completely different from sabrina, ravenous, devouring your cunt, fucking you with her tongue until you have to pull her back by the hair because she’s a goddamn munch who never knows when to pull away from such a sweet pussy.

her hands never stay in one place; she constantly needs to touch every inch of your body, and it drives you crazy. billie is never afraid to show how obsessed she is with you and your body, that once she tried you, no other girl ever entered her mind. you’re just that perfect.

fingers find their way to your pussy, spreading your lips to gain better access and making you writhe beneath her, lifting your hips, pressing your thighs together, enclosing her head in a makeshift cage she never wants to escape.

“b—billie...” you whine, and she smirks against your flesh, continuing to work her tongue around your clit.

sabrina’s hands don’t leave your face, and you reach up to pull her down for a messy kiss, letting her lips shallow your moans. electric pulses begin to run through your body again, signaling clearly that you’re close. billie presses closer, wrapping her lips around your sensitive bud, and the pressure immediately makes you break, cumming all over her face, just the way she likes it.

sabrina pulls away from your face with a smile, pressing ‘stop’ and already showing her phone to billie with a disgruntled expression. 2 minutes, 2 seconds.

billie grins, and you can almost see the urge on her face to show her tongue, but she saves that for a more special occasion.

“i told you i was better,” billie says, bringing your legs together and resting her chin on your lap, her gaze never leaving sabrina’s face for a second.

“she’s just sensitive,” you hear the note of disappointment in sabrina’s voice, but it immediately disappears as she removes your head from her thighs and looks up at billie. there are constant silent conversations going on between them that you can’t catch, but it doesn’t bother you much, it’s always a pleasure.

a pair of strong arms flips you onto your stomach, pulling you closer to her until you're on all fours, supporting your weight on your elbows. billie runs her hand along your spine, applying slight pressure to arch your back.

“come on, princess, show me how flexible you are.” the words hit your pussy, and all you hope is that you don’t drip down your thighs.

“shit, so wet,” billie moans, running her fingers along your folds, plunging the tips into your pussy, watching your walls contract around them. you moan softly, burying your head in the sheets until you feel her enter deeper, starting to pump her fingers inside you.

sabrina watches you swallow billie’s fingers with eyes dark with lust, her whole body burning with desire. desire to watch you squirm, moan, and whimper as you get stuffed with cock. she needs more.

“fuck her,” she blurts out, and billie’s fingers stop halfway, making you grip the sheets. “treat that pussy like she deserves it.”

billie grins, hoarse, low, sending shivers down your spine. “that’s what i always do.”

fingers slide out of you with a distinctive sound, and in the next instant, she reaches for her belt, unbuckling it. pulls her baggy jeans and boxers down her thighs, exposing a dark red, thick strap. nine inches covered in pronounced veins. you look over your shoulder, swallowing hard until you’re interrupted.

“no, baby, eyes on me.” sabrina grabs your chin, turning your face toward her as she works on her own pants with her free hand, pulling them down to her ankles. the pink fake cock hits your face, and your breath catches as she wraps her hand around it, stroking a few times before pressing the tip to your lips.

“open up,” you obey, opening your mouth. your tongue sticks out slightly, and she takes the opportunity to slap the strap against it a few times. eyes fill with pure excitement and pleasure as she slowly begins to push herself into your mouth, looking at you like she’s been dreaming about this her whole life. it’s like she can feel every movement of your tongue.

“fuck. good girl...” her hands burrow into your hair, nails scratching your scalp as she pushes your head a little harder onto her cock until the tip hits the back of your throat.

billie’s eyes burn as she watches this spectacle. blood boils beneath her skin, and her palm lands on your ass with a loud smack, causing you to nearly choke on the silicone in your mouth. your eyes water, but neither of them shows any sign of stopping.

billie teases, lazily pulling the tip along your folds, using your wetness as lube. “such a perfect pussy.”

you moan lightly, your grip on the sheets tightening as she plunges the tip into you, rocking her hips back and forth until she’s fully inside, her body pressing against yours. she finally picks up the pace, grabbing your waist.

the feeling of being filled is insane. their movements synchronize perfectly, hitting the sweetest spots, making the first tears fall from your eyes, streaming down your cheeks onto the ruined sheets. the thin fabric quickly absorbs the wetness.

“just made for my cock, doll.” billie’s hands roam your ass, spanking and groping as if you were her property, like she has the right to touch you however she wants. and she has.

sabrina plays with your hair, her hips twitching as your face presses close enough to put pressure on her clit. little whimpers fly from her lips, making your eyes roll back. your left hand comes up, grasping her thigh, kneading the soft skin as she throws her head back in pure pleasure.

they both glance over, unable to contain their excited smirks while your body is completely in their possession, as long as you do whatever they tell you, repenting your sins on your knees. submissive, obedient.

billie’s thrusts become more intense, her hips slapping against your ass with every movement, and the knot in your stomach tightens too quickly.

your knees begin to weaken and shake, barely keeping you from falling onto the bed, your nails digging into sabrina’s thigh even harder.

“i can feel how close you are, princess. squeezing me so tight,” she grins, wiping a few drops of sweat from her forehead and smearing it on the back of her palm. her face glistens, her breathing ragged and heavy, muscles tense, tongue running across her lips every twenty seconds.

“cum for me, come on, mama”

billie reaches down between your legs, her fingers finding your clit and rubbing in quick circles, enough to send a third orgasm crashing over you in a high wave, draining all your strength and stamina. sabrina pulls out, filled with a wild desire to hear every moan and scream escaping your lips as you try to survive the overstimulation, finally collapsing and burying your face into the mattress.

“that’s it, such a good girl.” billie’s cock slowly leaves your pussy, leaving it clenched around nothing. there isn’tan ounce of strength left in your body. your eyelids grow heavy, your eyes closing under their weight. your head aches at the thought that you need to speak. what’s happening now can’t go on. it shouldn’t. but your body is too exhausted to think seriously about anything other than finally falling into a deep sleep.

you barely find the pillows, dropping your head onto one of them. for the next few minutes, there’s silence all around. then, a quiet whisper and the rustle of clothes. the mattress sags beside you, and you feel your body being covered by a soft blanket. warm breath brushes your back, gentle arms wrapped around your waist. now, it’s hard to distinguish who is lying on which side, but you definitely feel at ease. all night long, as long as they are around, that’s what matters most.

but the clock is ticking. time marches on.

morning greets you with bright rays of sunlight tickling your face, and a slight smile plays on your lips for the first few seconds, before you realize the bed is empty and the sheets are cold, except where your body lies. still half asleep, you reach out to feel the mattress, but only cool air greets your fingertips.

“sabrina?” you call out, finally opening your eyes and noticing that almost nothing has changed since last night. your clothes are neatly folded on a chair, but her clothes are gone.

what’s most frightening is that you're now completely alone. not a single sound. your heart pounds faster, and you summon all your strength to pull yourself up, sitting up and looking around. everything is just as empty.“bils?”

you sit like this for the first, second, third minute, waiting for some miracle, but aside from the quiet hum of the air conditioner, nothing else catches your attention. until you turn your head and notice a small note lying on the bedside table. your fingers instinctively reach for it. your eyes widen. your mouth opens, but no words escape your lips.

'pack up all your things and leave. and never write again'

your heart drops. sabrina’s handwriting. as always, pleasing to the eye, neat, but only you know her hand was shaking as she wrote those words. your chest tightens painfully, making you clutch at your own body, checking if you’re alive, if this is all real unfortunately, it is.

your legs feel woozy as you get out of bed. reaching down the hallway in complete disorientation, you pull your nearly dead cell phone out of your purse and frantically dial billie’s number, then sabrina’s. both are unavailable. messages? blocked. cell networks? blocked. they’ve made sure you can’t text them anywhere.

“fuck,” you whisper as your phone slips from your hand and falls onto the tile floor. you no longer care if the protective glass shatters. only your heart breaks now, from the realization that this is your fault.

and you really should leave.

now.

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