#billie eilish drabble

[karaaeilish]

★ sad girl; b. eilish. . .

★ wife!billie x pregnant!reader

★ fluff `

soft beams of LEDs and fluorescent bulbs illuminated every square meter of the huge room, where the red carpet was held every year, along which thousands of the most beautiful and talented stars of different generations, and the most ordinary people, walked. this was the place where everyone could shine, but no one, absolutely no one, shone today like you. and there were reasons for this; this was the first year that you came to this red carpet not as a girlfriend, but as a wife. a future mother.

billie was especially gentle today, spent the whole morning and afternoon, showering you and your tummy with kisses, not forgetting to mention that you're the most beautiful woman in her life. and she meant it, because every glance she cast at you was filled with only love, affection and admiration.

on the way to the event her hand never left yours and her lips never left your neck, leaving teasing kisses that made you giggle, feeling your cheeks heat up with a blush. "do you know you look like a real goddess in that dress?" her gaze falls on your body, covered in tight red fabric, shoulders open, showing expressive collarbones, a slit on the thigh makes her thoughts wander to the most lustful desires.

"you've said this already… ten thousand times in the last hour?" you giggle, lowering your hand to her cheek to press a kiss to her plump lips, but she tries to deepen it, for which she earns a light slap on the hand, pulling away with the most pained expression on her face. "i thought you loved me"

"you're gonna smudge my lipstick, baby" the words feel like a knife to her heart and she clutches her chest, testing to see if it will get the reaction she's looking for.

"try that trick on our future baby" the smile never leaves your face at the thought of the baby that will be coming in a few months, and the same thoughts are passed on to billie. this time she doesn't ask you, pulling you into a deep kiss that lasts until finneas starts faking gagging, earning a slap on the back of the head from claudia a few seconds later. billie laughs until she gets slapped on the back of the head herself.

you're a little nervous about walking the red carpet, but with the amount of compliments your wife has given you, it's hard to keep thinking about anyone giving you the sideways look. being an expectant mother is something to be proud of.

billie didn't let go of your hand for a moment, as the cameras flashed and the admiring exclamations were focused only on you and the way her hand always rested on the small of your back in a protective gesture.

"babe, i'm gonna go away for two minutes, okay?" she leans towards you, asking quietly, and even when you tell her 'no problem' she can't help but ask three more times if she's sure she can leave you for the full 120 seconds.

compliments pour in every few seconds, and your cheeks turn pink, betraying your shyness.

"look at her. you look like a queen!" a familiar voice is heard from behind you, and you turn around with a smile, noticing amelia in a beautiful blue dress. "hey, you're glowing, girl."

you giggle loudly, telling her that she looks beautiful herself, but amelia just waves it off, squeezing your hand gently. "but seriously, you look gorgeous tonight"

your eyes almost water as you realize that absolutely everyone in this room thinks you look beautiful.

"thank you. but you haven't seen my woman" and as if sensing that you were talking about her, billie comes over to you again, starting the conversation with a gentle kiss to your temple.

"everyone's seen your woman, my love. but has they seen my queen?"

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[dragoneyelashart]

smut ౨ৎ

warnings: spanking

a/n: did i wake up at 6am just to write this? yes 😸😽

the bar was packed, bass-heavy music pulsing through the bodies packed between low red lights and sticky floors. you were leaned against the high-top near the back, drink in hand, dressed in something you knew would make billie twitch.

she was across the room, posted at the bar, watching you with the kind of stare that could set skin on fire. you’d clocked it the second you walked in, she was already on edge. you liked that.

you smiled at someone who passed by a little too close, just enough to catch billie’s attention. you didn’t even have to look; you felt her move before she did.

she was suddenly at your side, cool and quiet, towering over you.

“you done being a brat yet?” she asked, close to your ear, voice low enough to make your neck prickle.

you turned your head slowly, flashing that cocky smile of yours. “was i being a brat? or are you just mad i’m not begging for your attention tonight?”

billie didn’t respond, she just looked you up and down like she was picking out the exact way she was going to break you later.

“you think i won’t embarrass you right here?” she muttered, hand brushing the small of your back like a warning. “keep running that mouth.”

you stepped closer, chest brushing hers. “please. you’re not gonna do anything in public.”

billie’s smile was tight. dangerous. “keep testing me.”

you took another sip of your drink, slowly. “you like it when i do.”

she stepped forward until your back hit the edge of the high-top table.

“you wanna keep playing? but baby you and i both know i’ll have you begging for my dick in seconds?”

your lips curved. “you wish.”

billie grabbed your wrist, not rough, but firm enough to make your pulse jump. she didn’t say another word, just guided you through the crowd and out the door, her grip unrelenting the whole way. the cool night air hit your skin like a slap, but it didn’t sober you. not with the way billie’s jaw was locked, the silence vibrating with all the promises she hadn’t spoken yet.

the door slammed behind you with a sharp click.

you barely had time to kick off your shoes before billie was on you, her hand gripping the back of your neck, pushing you up against the hallway wall.

“still feeling brave, sweetheart?” she murmured into your ear, voice deceptively calm.

you let out a breathy laugh. “little bit.”

she chuckled, low and humorless, her other hand sliding around your waist to hold you still. “you think i didn’t see what you were doing back at the bar? making me chase you. acting like i wouldn’t do anything about it.”

you tilted your head toward her, smiling even as your heart pounded. “worked, didn’t it?”

her grip on your neck tightened, just slightly. just enough. “you love testing me, don’t you?”

“maybe,” you whispered, bold. “maybe i just like what happens when you lose patience.”

that did it.

without another word, billie spun you around, her grip firm as she dragged you down the hall and into the bedroom. you stumbled slightly, heart leaping as the tension cracked open into something heavier.

she pushed you down onto the bed, one hand pressed between your shoulder blades to keep you there. the mattress dipped beneath your knees as you shifted, breath hitching as you heard the faint sound of her belt sliding through its loops behind you.

“you gonna behave now, slut?” she whispered in your ear.

your ass was already sore from the spanking billie had just delivered earlier today, each slap a sharp reminder not to play games you couldn’t win. your face was pressed into the pillow, body aching, your pussy dripping, puffy and needy from hours of cruel teasing. you whimpered, broken down and soaked in the haze of it all.

“please—please bils,” you whined, voice cracking on the edge of desperation.

“tsk. you know better than that, princess,” billie said, her voice like gravel and silk. “c’mon—does daddy need to punish you again? hm?”

you shook your head quickly, but the moment you did, her hand came down hard on your already tender ass, pulling a sob from your lips.

“daddy—daddy—m’sorry,” you gasped, your body trembling. “please, i need you—”

she grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up. “you need me? huh, baby?”

you nodded frantically, tears welling in your eyes from how much you did. from how deep she had you under now.

billie scoffed softly, her gaze dark and unforgiving. “how stupid are you, baby, huh? daddy’s barely touched you and i’ve already got you too dumb to remember your manners.”

you couldn’t speak, just nodded, shook your head, did anything to show her how far gone you were.

she smirked. “fucking slut. can’t even be thankful. need daddy to fuck you stupid, babygirl?” you nod quickly, as billie’s cock enters you, slowly splitting you apart. billie runs her hands down your back, pressing into your back dimples as she stills inside you. “move, daddy, move please” you whimper out, softly. “hm? what was that c’mon speak up, whore” “daddy need you to move please” billie just hums in approval.

“that’s it baby, see is it so hard to behave?”

“no daddy, m’sorry, gonna be your good girl daddy” billie hums, beginning to move her cock at a faster pace. your moans increased, whimpers and whines heard everywhere.

“yeah, so much better when you don’t have that slutty mouth of yours running,”

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♱ SOUNDS BETTER

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

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

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

LETTERS. i hate this okay bye 💔💔💔

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[tan1shere]

omg yesss i clicked on the wrong account😭 but i love ur writing and would love to see ur take on smth like that! maybe smth based off of that one lyric from the weeknd “Wanna fuck a skinny model right before her runway show, And we did it on the floor, that's why she walkin' kind of funny” yk ? sorry for the mix up!

Your Secret

Billie Eilish x vs female reader !

A/n: you're completely ok love ! I hope you enjoy <3 - update I went into vs today and ugh I'm thinking of another similar fic 😩

Summary: It wasn't Vitorias secret anymore. It was yours.

Warnings: smut, use of the name daddy, dunno if there's anything else to report yall should know the deal by now !

Tags: @trulyy-yourzz @eilishslut @chrissv4mp @n0vabug @dollyvuu @dollarbils @sweetcherriexs @bilsdillldough @mystiquemm

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Was it wrong? Possibly, but you couldn't care less. Whenever you had a show she was there watching, but you ofcourse had to have your fun before hand. She claimed you looked extra tasty in your outfit and needed to do unspeakable things to you. It was your secret. Nobody even knew you were together, nor suspected anything. They might've known you were friends but that's common in the celeb world. Everyone knew everyone.

You were about to go on in 15, but you feel hands on your waist in your dressing room. You knew it was her hands. "Hi." She spins you to face her. "Hey." - "you smell good." You breathe out, then in. Taking it in. "Yeah?" She says going to kiss your neck. "Bub-" She hums in response. "Not the neck we talked about this." But she wasn't playing. Not today. You'd always say to leave hickey's in spots you two could see, but considering the time she had, she gave 0 fucks today. She needed to ravish you and fast.

"Bills-" Ears were off. Not hearing a single thing coming out of your mouth. "P-please." You then moan as you feel her bite, her grip on your waist tightening. She was feral today. "Babe, I-" she turns you around, backing you up against a wall. Your heart picks up, what if someone came in. "You, we-" She pulls back. "You've never complained before when we do this?" Shes right you don't, but something seems more dangerous today. That and the fact your covered in purple and red splotches. Her body presses against yours more and you feel it. "Billie." She smirks. "What?" She knew what, but time was ticking and she needed to fuck you.

You stay silent. "I know you can feel it hm?" You swallow. Deciding to give in and let her do whatever she needs. When all of a sudden, you're laying on the carpet and her body is hovering above yours. Yet you can still feel it with how close she is. And it's driving you crazy. Your needs growing by the second, but you hear her belt jingle, as she unbuckles it. Everything was speedy, you probably had about 10 minutes left, maybe less. Her fingers move to the lingerie you were wearing, just moving it to the side as she gets the fake dick out.

You were glad there was a time limit, because she'd forever tease you, taking as much time as possible until you were a mess for her. But, she now realizes she could just snap her finger and you'd be on your knees, in a puddle. You feel the tip of it against your folds, her moving it to your entrance soon after. Hastily slipping in, and not surprisingly with ease. Her finger moves down to your pussy. "You're very wet, wonder why." She was too cocky for her own good. Her pace instantly harsh but you sure as hell didn't mind.

"Who got you wet huh?" Her face was so close to yours, moving her lips down to your cheek. Your neck. "Y-." But her hand grips your jaw. "The word I'm after starts with a completely different letter. You know this." You gulp, closing your eyes. "Daddy did.." You silently say, breathing heavily as she picks up speed. "Didn't quite catch that, what?" You open your eyes to look right at her. "Daddy, made me this wet." Her cockiness returns, smirking down at you. "Good girl, much better. And who's going to make this pretty angels legs shake?" You choke on your spit as she snaps her hips, harder.

Your head spins as you try get out the answer. "D-daddy." You stammered, feeling your release approaching. And within seconds you're leaking all over the fake cock. Breathing heavily as you come down from the high. She pulls out, earning a whine from you. She takes it off, going to grab some tissues to clean you up. Adjusting your outfit back the way it was. She gets you to stand, chuckling as you wobble. Giving your lips a sloppy kiss. "3 minutes, angel!" Someone calls, you swallow. Having no time to do all you needed to. Luckily there was only two hickeys.

Unluckily they were both in visible spots. Your heart still beating fast, you put the white wings on and go for the door. "Hey baby." Billie says, sprawled out on a couch in your dressing room. She had been watching you struggle to put the finishing touches on, very amused at her work. "Just remember who got you like that as you're walking out. All those eyes on you for the wrong reasons need to know who you belong to." She winks. You bite your lip. This was not going to be easy to do. Wasn't much of a secret anymore either.

[47lake]

talk to me

synopsis: you're trying to tell billie something but she can't help cutting you off.

‼️: dom!billie, sub!reader, oral sex(r!receiving), fingering, praise, “sweet girl”, “sweetheart”, “baby”, hair pulling w/c: 326

“i’m sorry i couldn’t hear you, could you repeat that for me?”

you huffed and began to repeat yourself, her cocky grin was doing everything but helping.

“i was just-“

you tucked your lip between your teeth as she increased the pace of her fingers, your chest heaving faster than before.

“billie! it’s so.., hard to talk..”

your words broke out in choked moans as she tortured your swollen clit so gently with her perfect tongue. she kissed you softly and her smile returned as you twitched.

“oh i know, sweetheart. you’re doing so well though, isn’t that right?”

you nodded and arched your back as she continued where she had left off. you could hardly think straight with the perfect portrait she was painting against you, her fingers like the most magical brushes. your slick coated her ivory skin beautifully as she coaxed you along.

“i want you to tell me how it feels, you can do that for me, can’t you?”

you tilted your head backwards as her touch continued to be unrelenting, a loud ‘mhm’ rolled off of your tongue.

you opened your mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t come, your jaw hung agape as moans and whines ran out of you like a rushing river.

“talk to me, baby.”

your fingers found home in her dark locks, gripping onto the chocolate strands in an effort to bring yourself back down to earth.

“so, fuck, so good, bils.”

you felt her pleased hum ripple against your sensitive skin, your eyes snapped shut as you felt the warm wave building up inside of you.

you squeezed your thighs around her head as she dipped her tongue into your need. it felt so perfect, as though she was made to please you.

you opened your mouth to warn her of how close you were when she spoke up.

“i know, sweet girl. let it go for me.”

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EXPERIMENT | b. eilish.

ꨄ︎ contents: bestfriend!billie, shy!reader, fingering, friends to lovers au— this is pretty much vanilla my loves. fluff at the end!

“are you sure you wanna do this?” billie questioned you, her hands rubbing your thighs lovingly as her blue eyes pierced into yours, her tiny freckles glistening under the warm light that was given to you by your lamp. you nod at her, sure of your decision, licking your lips, “y-yeah... i trust you, bils.”

you and billie had been talking about your dating history, laying on your bed and giggling about various embarrassing stories you had, until the topic had landed on sex. you had told her that none of your partners could ever bring you to orgasm— in fact, you could count how many you’ve had on one hand.

the conversation skewed to you needing some help, and you and billie had awkwardly decided that it wouldn’t be a horrible idea if she helped you out. you were her best friend, after all— isn’t that what best friends do?

billie nodded at your acceptance and lowered her head in between your thighs, where her nose came in contact with your bare clit. your legs squeezed involuntarily around her head, though she hadn’t even touched you yet. she snickers lightly, “you okay?”

“mhm.” you hum, “just…a little scary. my best friend’s head is in between my legs, first of all… and what if….y’know, i’m not good at this? what if—“

“shh.” was all billie murmured against your sex, one of her hands remaining on your thigh to keep you grounded and make you feel safe. your fingers eventually found themselves tangled in your hair when you felt her fingers fill your pussy up, fingertips grazing against that sweet spot inside you— the one you’ve always heard about but could never reach. her movements pull a shy whine out of you, though your lips stay pursed shut, and billie cocks a brow at you.

“does that not feel good?” she questions. though your face has pleasure written all over it, you’re abnormally quiet. you nod at her, though, urging her to keep going, “mhm…y-yes, i’m sorry…just— nervous.”

billie nods in understanding, her fingers curling further inside you, making your eyes flutter closed as you let a soft moan pass your lips. it sends shivers down her spine, hearing your little whimpers of pleasure as her thumb finds your clit, your hips rocking into her palm, full of need.

“that’s it, good girl.” she praises, using the context of your body language to feel out what you like. you feel your stomach tighten— it’s a low, full feeling, and you feel your legs vibrate against billie’s skin as your moans amplify, your shyness masked by how good billie’s making you feel.

“i— i think m’gonna—“ you cut yourself off, your best friend’s digits still relentlessly fucking into you, and you feel your whole body grow tense, sensitivity playing on your nerves. you huff, “bils….”

she coos at you, “s’okay baby, i know…feels like a lot, but you can take it— you’re so close, just cum for me, angel.”

you’d think that her words would coax you to orgasm, but your body just tenses up, pleasure growing numb to you as you sigh, frustrated. billie’s fingers fall idle inside you, “did you—?”

“no.” you huff, “i literally think my body is…broken. this is so embarrassing.”

billie shakes her head at you, “it’s not embarrassing at all. i just think you’re too tense,” she then takes a free hand, dropping it to your thigh and massaging your flesh, “wanna try again?”

and with that you nod, your pussy clenching tightly as billie’s thrusts become a little more forceful, yet her fingers still lovingly dip into your legs, her hands oozing softness as you feel yourself calm down.

and then you feel it— your legs twitching, back arching, your whole body shaking as you tighten around billie’s fingers, “billie, billie! i’m—“

your sentence dies on your tongue as you cum, hard, your eyes starry and hazy as warmth erupts within you, billie’s fingers working you through your high. your chest heaves as you pant, your eyes fluttering open.

you immediately pull the covers over your body, slightly embarrassed, “…hi.”

“hi.” billie returns with a laugh, “was that alright? i assume so, the way you moaned my name practically the whole time.”

“oh, shut up.” you protest, though you still sound so sweet to billie. she slithers onto the bed with you, her face only inches away from yours. her eyes are knowing, sweet and gentle— and it kills you not to lean in and kiss her. but you find composure, “thank you…for that. it felt nice.”

“i’m glad it did.” billie looks up at you, and you bite your lip, your eyes naturally drawing to her own pretty, perfect lips. you watch her scoot closer to you, and you blink, unsure if this moment is even real or not. she leans in even closer, her eyes looking up at yours before she kisses you slowly, your lips melting into her own as she squeezes you tight, not daring to break the kiss.

and you weren’t complaining, either.

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[amara-eilish]

can you write a fic based on billie wanting to film r and her having sex (but like with sub!top!billie pleassee) i love ur work and i'm sooo happy ur backkkk

kind of not proofread sorry!

"but baby what am i gonna do so far away from you!" billie says in front of you. the both of you were both lying in bed while billie brushed her fingers through your hair. billie had just brought up the fact that the two of you were going to go without sex for 2 months on her first leg of tour.

you laughed at how much she needed you but brushed off the topic. the topic changed, and the two of you talked about random things before it got quiet. you could hear billie's breathing getting heavier.

"what's wrong pretty? what's got your head thinking so hard?" you ask

billie smiled softly, "i want to record us, make a video. something to keep me company when i'm missing you." her eyes sparkled with joy and you could see how much she wanted it. " a video, hm?" 

your voice was quiet as you whispered in her ear softly running your fingers down her back. "what kind of video do you want to film sweet girl?"

billie whined burying her head in your neck, "you know what i mean baby" she mumbled.

"do i? can you remind me baby?" you tease.

"wanna film us having sex," billie whispers clawing at your clothes.

you laugh quietly and nod at her to go set up the camera. she shot up quickly running to set it up.

she propped the phone up on the bedside table, angling it to capture the entire bed, ensuring everything would be captured. the camera lens stared back at them, a silent witness to the scene about to unfold.

"gonna show you what a good girl i am for you" billie says excitedly. "yeah? gonna be good for me?" you breathe out in anticipation.

your breath caught as billie's lips brushed against your core. the feeling of billie's tongue sending shivers through your body. your back arched, pushing your hips upwards, as she ate you out. billie's mouth was relentless, her tongue flicking and probing, driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

"fuck baby" you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. "doing so good f'me, making me feel so good, pretty."

billie's moaned at the praise, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. she could get drunk off the taste of you and bathed your continuous praise.

as your moans grew louder, billie slipped two fingers inside curling them to find that sweet spot that would send you over the edge. your body tensed, muscles clenching around billie's fingers as you cried out in release.

"yesss baby. so good for me always. always been my good girl" your voice echoed through the room, pushing billie to continue, savoring the taste of your orgasm.

billie crawled up your body, leaving a trail of kisses along your chest. before kissing your lips passionately.

you laughed, a playful glint in your eyes. "can't wait to watch it back. maybe we should make a few more, just to be sure."

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[moonbils]

soft billie eilish one-shot. best friends, late nights, no forced romance. read it like a memory. ⋆˙⟡

tw: none

Later they would say it was love at first sight,but both knew it was a long road they had to take to get here.

It didn’t start with a spark.

There was no slow-motion glance across a crowded room. No dramatic pause in conversation. No knowing look, no skipped heartbeat.

It started at 4:12 PM, on a Wednesday.

Venice Beach was too loud. Too sunny. Too much. Billie was already sitting on the towel, sunglasses low, iced coffee sweating in her hand. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere else.

You walked up late, holding two iced teas and the kind of tired that sits behind your eyes. You said nothing, handed her one.

She took the wrong one. You didn’t correct her.

- - - - - - - -

“Where’s Finneas?” you asked.

“Over there.” She pointed toward the boardwalk. “On the phone. Pretending to be deep.”

You sat beside her. Close, but not enough to touch.

She looked out at the sea like she was trying to read something hidden in it.

“You ever get tired of being seen?” you asked.

The question fell out of your mouth before you could stop it.

Her face didn’t change. “All the time,” she said. “But not by you.”

- - - - - - - -

She started texting you after that.

Not every day. But enough.

Screenshots. Unfiltered selfies. Voice memos of half-written melodies. Photos of her dog doing nothing in particular.

She never explained why. She didn’t need to.

Sometimes she came over, curled up on your floor like it was easier to exist sideways. Sometimes you watched dumb cartoons. Sometimes she said nothing, and that was fine too.

Billie wasn’t performing when she was with you. And that felt like a secret you were trusted with.

- - - - - - - -

The first time she fell asleep in your bed, it wasn’t romantic.

She was wearing your hoodie, tangled in the blanket wrong, one sock on, one off. Her phone was face down. Her hand was half on your pillow.

You didn’t move her. You just turned off the light and sat on the floor beside her, finishing your tea.

It wasn’t love. Not yet.

But it wasn’t nothing, either.

- - - - - - - -

Months passed.

She blew up a little more. You stayed the same.

She’d disappear for two weeks, then show up at your door with Thai food and no explanation. You never asked. She never offered one.

“Missed you,” was all she’d say.

And that was enough.

- - - - - - - -

One night, you were brushing your teeth when she called.

“What’s your favorite soup?” she asked.

You spat into the sink. “What?”

“Like. If you were sick. Or sad. Or dying. What soup would you want?”

You told her. She hung up.

Three days later, it was waiting on your doorstep. Still warm.

You never brought it up again.

- - - - - - - -

She never said “I love you” the way people expect it.

Not on a rooftop. Not in the middle of a kiss. Not in a song.

She said it like this:

“I feel safe with you.”

And

“You always let me be quiet.”

And once, when she was half-asleep, skin soft with sleep and hair in her face

“You make the noise go away.”

You didn’t say anything back.

You didn’t have to.

- - - - - - - -

Later, they’d say it was love at first sight.

That when Billie Eilish met you, it must’ve been electric. Obvious.

But both of you knew the truth.

It wasn’t sudden. It wasn’t shiny. It didn’t crack the sky open.

It was slow. Earned. Built between text messages and shared fries, quiet glances and mismatched socks. Built in the spaces between fame and fear, in the silences that didn’t need filling.

It was love.

Eventually.

[trulyy-yourzz]

♡Smut - B.E x Fem!reader༄.°

Billie was sprawled on her couch, the soft glow of her laptop illuminating her flushed face as she watched the video for the third time that night. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was you, the same shy girl from her class that always kept to herself. The one who always made her heart race and her palms sweat. But there you were, on her screen, naked and corrupt, pleasuring yourself with a skill and enthusiasm that left Billie breathless. Hypnotizing her with your moans.

She had stumbled across your video completely by accident, a late night Google search leading her down a rabbit hole of lust and desire. At first, she had been shocked to see her student, her obsession, engaged in such a lustful act. But as she watched you touch yourself, moaning and writhing, she felt a deep, primal hunger stirring within her.

Over the next few days, Billie found herself consumed by thoughts of you. She would sit in class, pretending to teach, but really just imagining what it would be like to have you beneath her, above her, next to her in every way imaginable. She would go home and watch your videos, touching herself as she listened to your moans echoing from her heaphones.

Little did she know, you held that same infatuation for Billie. Yearning for her more than ever. Needing to feel her hands, her mouth, gliding over your skin, exploring each and every curve of your body. Her class was just an excuse for you to see her every day.

But staying focused had to be the most difficult things you've ever done. The way her hands ran through the dark strands of her hair, pushing it back and peaking a glance at you every now and then. It made your heart stop. You felt it, and you know she did too. The pull between the two of you. Of course, you didn't know one of her favorite hobbies was to watch you unravel and squirm from behind the screen, deeply wishing it was Billies hands instead.

She knew it was wrong, that she should put an end to this obsession before it went too far. But she couldn't help herself, drawn in by your charisma and the way you seemed to beckon her closer with every sway of your hips, your fingers grazing over the most intimate parts of yourself. It became an addiction, watching you almost every night. She couldn't stop. she wouldn't.

Not until she finally got you under her sheets.

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Notes: I figured it's been a minute since I last posted something for you guys, so bam, I hope you enjoyed because I lowkey hate it...

[faiths0xyt0cin]

favorite girl ─────────୨ৎ─────────

────────────୨ৎ────────────warnings: smut, degrading, choking , scissoring, , f!ngering, cursing, teasing, overstimulation, switch!billie switch!partner, toxic billie

notes: this is my first time writing in months so i apologize in advance 😭 this could’ve been so much better (it’s also kinda long) ….also i make strictly gxg stories…..this is supposed to be angry sex but? we’ll see

NOT PROOFREAD

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faith sat on the couch in the unnecessarily big living room of billie’s house. she tapped her phone screen which was sitting right next to her on the couch as she read the time.

11:59pm

it had been nearly 2 hours prior to billie’s text.

Context

billie and faith were for friends for almost 8 years, they grew up in the same catholic choir and gotten closer overtime. extremely close….about 6 months ago billie asked faith if she wanted to have a regular girls night, which turned into something so much more. they had sex lots of it & they enjoyed it probably more than they should’ve but neither one of them cared.

ever since then billie would call faith every 1 or 2 weeks asking if the wanted to stay the night at her house. that is if billie wasn’t on tour, one of the main reasons both faith and billie agreed on not having anything serious is because of how busy billie was..billie was in no place to maintain a relationship plus she never wanted anything to serious anyway…just sex..which she often had with other people. she liked sex, faith knew but she didn’t do anything about it. she was getting far too attached and wanted anything from billie she could get, even when she knew that it would only end up hurting her feelings.

billie just got back from tour and went to a event were celebrities get to dress all fancy and talk about their successes. during the after party, billie had maybe a drink or two..she posted her dancing and taking shots on her close friends on instagram that faith had been watching..then THE POST, billie had posted a video of her full blown making out with a absolute gorgeous brown headed girl. faith didn’t know the girl which only made her twice as made..it wasn’t someone famous.. just someone billie had brought to the after party.

faith was fully aware billie had been hooking up with other people but she never seen it so it didn’t exactly feel real. and when she finally saw it in action. she was livid, she knew she had no right to be. they weren’t exclusive but that didn’t matter..she got so fed up and decided to text billie… anytime faith tried to talk to billie about something serious, billie dismissed it and acted like her usually nonchalant self. yet faith still decided to text her, and it got her nowhere but the conversation ended with billie telling her to wait at her house and they’d talk about it then.

PRESENT

faith had been sitting there for 2 whole hours waiting for billie, and it was now almost midnight. “fuck this.” faith mumbled under her breath as she stood up from the couch grabbing her phone almost aggressively. she was pissed and had every right to be. how could she had been so stupid? waiting for billie after just seeing her making out with someone else, what did she expect?. she walked down the long hallway to the door with her shoulder slumped, feeling exhausted, anger and hurt all at once. when she finally made it down the hall she slipped on her shoes that had been sitting by the doormat, she was in a hurry and all she wanted was to go rot in her bed. and then…she heard keys jingling. someone attempting to unlock the door but obviously failing miserably. faith tilted her head slightly. confused as if why it would take that long to unlock the door. after about 30 more seconds the door was finally twisted and pushed open.

it was billie.

she stumbled inside, obviously tipsy and it had been very clear to faith that billie definitely had a few more drinks than she posted on her story. faith didn’t help her, she crossed her arms and looked at her with a look on her face that was unreadable. after billie managed to get in and slip off her sneakers, she closed the door and locked it with a snap. billie turned around and leaned her back against the door before her eyes finally met faith’s and gave smirk.

faith’s breath hitched when she locked eyes with billie’s icy cold blue eyes, faith looked billie up and down slowly. her hair was messy as her bangs fluffed out and the red roots of her hair sticking up slightly. she was wearing oversized pants that fell way past her ankles but was being held up by a belt with two women on it, paired with a tight blue shirt that rode up her waist almost perfectly. she was trying her best to resist billie.

“i knew you’d wait for me” billie said as she let her tongue run over her top row of teeth still smirking. she pushed herself off the door and began walking down the hallway. faith looked at her, her eyes full with frustration. why is billie so careless? she watched her walk down the hallway. she debated if she should follow her or actually respect herself and go home, but before she knew it, she had kicked off her shoes and followed behind billie who had already turned the long halls and went into the living room.

when faith arrived in the living room billie was already sitting down on the couch, scrolling on her phone grinning at the bright screen. faith didn’t know if she should speak, she wanted to stand up for herself but was sort of intimidated by billie..she always had been.

“looks like you had fun, hm?” faith spat out. she stood there by the side of the couch awkwardly, but willing to stand her ground.

billie’s reaction was delayed, like she wasn’t worried about what faith had to say. but eventually she sat her phone down on the coffee table infront of her and turning to faith.

“what do you think?” billie said, not a genuine question but a sarcastic response.

“well you could barely in the door and you have a fucking hickey on your neck, so im gonna take a guess and say yea” faith say scoffing as she saw she dark purple and red mark on her neck, that made her blood boil.

billie let out a bitter laugh “come here” she leaned back on the couch, looking faith up and down biting her lip with a grin, her legs falling into a man spread.

faith breath hitched, she felt small with the way billie looked at her, but she couldn’t quite tell if you liked it or not.

“i said come here, faith.” billie repeated, more stern this time. commanding.

faith didn’t refuse, slowly she started walking over to the couch before sitting down across from billie, attempting to keep a good amount of distance between them.

billie groan in annoyance seeing that faith was trying to avoid being close to her. “stop being like that. you’re taking this so seriously and for what? we aren’t together. you know that”. she moved closer to faith placing a hand on her knee

“we should stop….whatever this is.” faith started, trailing off slightly when she felt billie’s thumb rubbing circles on her knee. “you hurt my feelings, like a lot and im not gonna keep doing this shit” she stood her ground.

“yea fucking right faith, me and you both know this isn’t ending anytime soon so stop. and i didn’t know your feelings you hurt your own feelings.” she spat out, her hand trailing up her leg more firmly. “i told you what it was when we started, and you agreed this isn’t my fault baby”

faith lips parted at the name “baby”, she hated how billie could get a reaction out of her so easily. she wanted to say something back, stick up for herself, but she couldn’t. the words were stuck in her throat.

“cats got your tongue?” billie laughed bitterly, her hand moving from her leg to the side of faith’s neck, pulling her close just a tad bit. “i like when you get jealous, when you act like im yours but i’m not” she said in a lower tone, a teasing that made faith’s stomach do flips even when her head was telling her to be angry.

“and you like when i tell you that your my favorite girl, i came here because i wanted to see you…i could’ve went with that other bitch but i didn’t, did i?” billie continue to speak softly rubbing the side of faiths neck making her melt. “because your my favorite girl, that should be all that matters”

but that wasn’t all that matter. not to faith, she wanted to be her only girl, something she knew she couldn’t be. and no matter how much she wanted to say that right here right now. she couldn’t. she wouldn’t.

“my favorite pretty girl” billie say grinning softly leaning in closer. and who was faith to pull away? she wouldn’t dare. and then she leaned in-pressing her lips against faith neck, moving up, catching the side of her jaw until she turned her face just enough to kiss her. faith completely crumbled, and she hated herself for it. everything she wanted to say, the way seeing billie making out with a other girl made her feel. washing away.

the kiss was slow at first, then firmer, needier, more certain. her hands slid to faith’s waist. faith couldn’t resist. her hand came up, fingers gently grabbing at billie's face, brushing across her jaw, into her hair. the way billie tasted, the sweet feeling of her plump lips. made her almost forget why she was so damn mad.

faith broke the kiss, taking a breath “billie i don’t want to keep doing this” she said sighing softly closing her eyes.

“your free to get up and leave, im not forcing you to be here.” billie shot back almost immediately, leaving faith speechless once more. faith knew she could get out and leave and never talk to billie again. and billie would let her but she wasn’t gonna do that, set herself up like that. she didn’t want to be lonely.

so she leaned back in, crashing against billie’s lips in a opened mouth kiss, letting their tongues dance with eachother, suck one another’s tongue. billie wasn’t kissing her like she missed it, she was kissing her like faith was hers. like she knew no matter what faith would be wrapped around her finger, and she fucking loved it.

billie broke the kiss this time, standing up and grabbing faith’s wrist without a word. leading her down the hall. faith didn’t resist, she knew what was about to happen and she knew she couldn’t lie to herself and say she didn’t want it.

the fumbled into the massive bedroom and billie nearly slammed the door, before basically throwing faith on the king sized bed that obviously hadn’t been slept on in a while. faith head hit the pillows and she let out a shocked soft gasp.

billie crawled onto of her straddle her lap before pressing her lips against faith’s neck and sucking as if she was trying to get something out of her.

faith tilted her head back so billie would have better access, she tried to hold back her whimpers, not wanting billie to have that satisfaction, but her plump lips on all the right places making it even harder. billie let one of her hands slip between their bodies and to faith’s waist, slipping up her shirt to rub her stomach, she kept going further and further up while still sucking and licking faith’s neck, she was a expert on making girls feel good and she knew it.

billie kissed her again, slower this time, but deeper-targeting a spot just beneath faith's ear, where her skin was soft and too responsive.when her mouth landed there-hot and certain, faith’s breath caught in her throat.

billie used her shirt up so much it has risen to where faith’s entire stomach was on display. billie slide her hand up and down her stomach teasingly before slipping just her fingertips past her waistband. then her panties

“fuck” faith whispered, her breath starting to get heavy already. billie’s fingers brushed against the waistband of faith’s underwear, and she hesitated for a moment before sliding her hand inside.

the warmth and wetness she against her flat palm made her breath hitch, and she began to tease her fingers gently against faith’s s core. “shit mama, your so wet for me.” billie spoke right against her ear ever so gently.

faith let out a soft moan, she could feel her clit pulsing with need. she was getting desperate despite and the things she was feeling earlier.

billie rubbed her core in softly gently circles, rubbing against her in a way that lit every nerve in her body.

then she pulled her hand out of faith’s sweatpants sucking them. before faith could even complain billie was already slipping off her sweatpants and tossing this next to the bed, billie set faiths legs up so her feet was flat on the bed, so she could see everything. “mm, so pretty all for me right?” billie said with a knowing smirk. faith nodded, not wanting to let billie get those words from her. “use your fucking words faith” she said harshly, she was gonna get it out of her one way or another.

faith wanted billie hands on her, so bad. but she wasn’t gonna give up that easily. she knew that billie would feel so proud if she got it out of her, and she didn’t want that.

in one quick move billie grabbed faith by the throat with a tight grip, making her sit up. “you don’t hear me? i said you look pretty, and you look pretty for me right? you better fucking say it.”

faith whimpered. she couldn’t deny she loved when Billie manhandled her, she acted up on purpose, she wanted this.

“oh so you wanna be a brat?” billie grinned, her grip on her neck getting even tighter

“i…yes….for you.” faith managed to get out, her oxygen getting cut off slightly. and billie almost slammed her back onto the pillows, letting her neck go. “that’s a good girl.”

before faith knew it, billie moved her hand back in between her legs ripping off her panties, billie was hungry for this now, she wanted to remind faith who’s in charge. not as if that wasn’t obvious already.

without a warning billie slammed two fingers inside faith, no time to adjust, just pounding them into her. billie moved her two fingers in and out of faith , you could hear the moist sounds coming from her.

faith whimpered uncontrollably, she wetness soaking billie’s fingers. “mm, your my little slut…such a good slut..let me hear you pretty girl”

and she did just that, her moans got louder. faith couldn’t hold them in anymore. she didn’t want too.

billie speeds up curling her fingers just right,hitting her g-spot which wasn’t hard for billie. she knew the quickest ways to make faith cum.

faith gripped the sheets, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and staying there for a good minute or two “mmpfhh im gonna…mmm”. she tried warning billie of her orgasm, but nothing came out but weak soft moans

“ oh yea? i want you to wait. don’t cum yet, i’ll tell you when” billie loved having control of faith’s orgasm, she liked hearing the noises she made trying to keep herself from cumming and bring good for her.

billie fingers worked endlessly, she didn’t slow down she didn’t take a break, she was working hard. she wanted faith right on the edge.

“please, i can’t..let me…please let me cum” faith thighs were trembling at this point, trying so hard to be a good girl for billie.

“ok mama, go ahead cum for me.”

she didn’t need to be told twice, as soon as billie spoke, her whole body shook slightly as her orgasm washed over her entire body.

billie didn’t stop, she kept the same pace, making faith’s orgasm even better, after she finally pulled out she grinned looking at faith and how fucked out she was. yet she still brought her fingers to faith’s open.

“open”

and she did. breathlessly, she opened her mouth and sucked billie’s fingers. tasting her sweet release on billie’s fingers.

“good fucking girl, just like that” she gave faith little to no mercy, sticking her fingers further in her mouth making her gag on them.

“mmpfhh” faith whimpered, tears prickling at the side of her eyes, gagging on her fingers.

billie only took them out when she as ready, and after she did, she got off the bed and undressed herself. almost in a hurry

faith watched, still laying there, biting her lip, she loved billie’s body. she wanted it all to herself it was too good, to beautiful to share.

billie crawled back on the bed “im not done with you yet pretty” she spread faith legs gently and positioned herself above her.

“billie i don’t think i can tak-“

“yes the fuck you can. and you will, if it’s actually too much youll say your color, yea?”

faith knew that, no matter what billie gave her, she took it. she liked it.

so she nodded.

“that’s not an answer and you know it” billie said sternly, starting to move her hips back and forth. their heats mixing together.

faith groaned, her hands going to billie’s hips, helping her grind “yes…”

“that’s it, fuck you feel so good” billie moaned softly, picking up her pace as she leaned down biting down on her shoulder”

they moaned in sync, everytime their clits would touch they got louder, faith gripping her hips even tighter, she was overstimulated but in the best way possible her pussy was aching and she loved it. she loved that billie was the one who was making it feel like that

“mm…god i’m gonna cum” billie said against her skin,and going even faster now. the sound of their wet pussies mixing filling the whole house.

“i want you to bils, i want you to cum on my pussy..all over” faith whispered, just loud enough for billie to make out the words.

and billie did, she she squirted against faith, covering both their thighs and lower stomach & and the bedsheets beneath them.

the pressure from billie squirting against faith made her eyes roll back, she loved feeling coated with billie’s juices. it made it feel like Billie was hers.

billie body went limp against faiths until she rolled off her and laid next to her on her back.

laying there in awkward slience, no noise but the heavy breathing between of them.

billie turned to face faith

“so, i’ll be seeing you next weekend?”

[karaaeilish]

★ military!billie when your daughter was rude to you. . .

your daughter was the sweetest little thing in the world. when she was wrapped in swaddling clothes and didn't make any sounds other than soft babbles and giggles. but babies grow up, start talking and develop personalities. lily's personality is definitely in line with billie's. 

you're all business, trying to juggle cooking dinner and getting your six year old to put her toys away and wash her hands before eating. 

"honey, please. dinner will be ready in five minutes." you say softly, gently, expecting your child to listen and do what you ask. but today her attitude was driving you crazy. 

"no. i wanna play, not eat dinner." lily fiddles with one of her new barbie toys, not even looking up to see the tiredness on your face. 

you sigh heavily, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand and turning off the tap to go and sit next to your daughter.

"baby, mommy's tired. let me help you clean up your toys, and after dinner..." her disgruntled growl interrupts you. lily stomps her foot and throws the doll, hitting you in the chest. the pain wasn't strong, but your eyes widened in resentment. "i said i wouldn't do anything! leave me alone!"

for the first few seconds, you don't know what to say, completely stunned by your daughter's actions. but you don't have to, when you hear your wife's stern voice coming from the other end of the room. she spoke not like a loving mother, but like a company commander.

"up. now" your heads turn automatically, lily's expression instantly changes from irritation to fear. she stands up, clutching the edges of her little homemade dress.

billie's hands are shoved into her pockets as she takes a few heavy steps forward, standing right in front of you. her expression's impassive and it scares even you a little.

"what the hell did you just throw at your mother?" her tone drops, tears almost welling up in lily's eyes. you sigh, standing up and wrapping your arms around billie's bicep.

"baby, don't, she's.." she snaps her eyes at you, and it doesn't take any words to shut you up.

"when i ask a question, you answer it," she repeats, and your little girl pouts. your heart about to burst.

"i threw a doll at mommy..." she wipes away a tear with her tiny hands, and you barely restrain yourself from walking over and hugging her.

"and why the hell did you do that, huh?" billie raises her voice, barely containing her emotions. "that woman is not only your mother, she’s my wife. and i wont let anyone lay a finger on her, do you understand?"

lily nods, but billie doesn’t stop.

"your mother gave you life, and every damn day she does everything to make sure that life is perfect. thats why you'll never say a word against her again, is that clear? answer me"

little girl tearfully whispers a quiet 'yes' before rushing towards you, hugging you tightly and grabbing your leg, apologizing all the while. tears welling up in your eyes.

"you shouldn't have been so harsh, bil.." you pick the baby up, and billie steps into the embrace, leaving a kiss on your temple, making you melt.

"when i said no one can hurt you, i meant it" she whispers, hand coming down to your lower back, rubbing comforting circles.

"but no more 'hell' in this house"

"yes ma'am"

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[dragoneyelashart]

vlogger

fluff ୨ৎ influencer! r x billie a/n: here's some fluff bc i'm in the mood n i love vlogs

the soft light of the late afternoon stretches across your bedroom, filtering through the gauzy curtains in lazy golden streaks that warm everything they touch. the air smells faintly of lavender and vanilla, a quiet reminder of the candle you lit earlier to chase away the last bits of stress from the day. the dogs are nestled at the foot of your shared bed, half-asleep, their steady breathing the gentle soundtrack beneath the low hum of your laptop. you sit cross-legged, the fabric of your sweatpants soft against your skin, your fingers moving automatically over the keyboard as you trim and tweak the latest footage from your tokyo trip vlog.

the screen glows with snippets of your chaotic day, spilled matcha, street food stalls, neon lights blinking like stars come to earth. the edits are almost done, and your tired brain is already thinking about the next video, the next story you want to tell. you’re deep in that comforting zone where everything slows down to the gentle rhythm of creation, when you hear the soft click of the bathroom door opening.

your head tilts up just in time to see billie step into the room, her damp hair curling at the ends, water droplets still clinging to her skin like tiny jewels. she’s wearing one of your oversized hoodies, the sleeves swallowed past her hands, and a pair of loose shorts that make her look impossibly cozy and relaxed. the warm scent of her shampoo mingles with the vanilla candle, making your chest tighten with that familiar fluttery feeling.

“hi,” she says, voice soft and a little sleepy, the way she always sounds just after a shower, like the world is still a little blurry around the edges.

“hey,” you murmur back, lifting the headphones off one ear and setting the laptop aside. your fingers find her hair, brushing it back gently from her face. she melts into your touch, settling herself sideways on the bed and curling into your lap, her cheek resting against your thigh.

you wrap your arms around her, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath against you, the warmth of her skin through the soft cotton of your hoodie. the dogs shift slightly but don’t move, content to be near you both. the quiet intimacy of the moment wraps around you like a blanket, familiar and comforting.

“what are you working on?” she asks, voice muffled.

“editing the tokyo vlog,” you say, smiling at the memory. “the one where i turned into a human disaster at that tiny cafe.”

she laughs, a sound like sunshine. “matcha massacre, you called it.”

“exactly,” you say, nudging her gently. “it’s almost done. want to see?”

she nods eagerly, her eyes brightening as you pick up your laptop and angle the screen so she can see. she watches the clips with a grin, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your knee.

after a moment, she sits up, pulling her knees to her chest. her cheeks are still pink from the shower steam, and her eyes hold that spark of curiosity that always makes your heart skip. “can i ask you something?” she says softly.

“anything,” you answer without hesitation.

she hesitates, then takes a deep breath. “can you teach me how to make vlogs? like, for when i’m on tour, or traveling. i want to remember everything, but i don’t know where to start. and you’re so good at it.”

your chest warms all over. she wants to learn from you. she trusts you. you close your laptop and reach for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out your favorite camera, the one you carry everywhere, the one that’s been your companion through every adventure.

“of course,” you say, holding it out to her. “i’ll show you everything.”

billie’s eyes widen, and she scoots closer, curiosity lighting up her face. “really?”

“really.” you smile, flipping the camera on so the screen lights up between you.

“okay,” you say, “so this camera does this—”

before you can finish, billie reaches out and presses a button.

“no, billie, don’t touch that idiot—”

you freeze, heart in your throat.

“i'm sorry! did… did i break it?” she whispers, panic flaring in her eyes.

you laugh, the tension breaking. “no, you didn’t break it. but you just set it to slow motion for the next three hours.”

she hides her face against your shoulder, giggling. “i’m terrible.”

“you’re adorable,” you say, brushing your fingers through her damp hair.

you spend the next hour sitting tangled up on the bed, patiently showing her how to hold the camera, explaining the basics, framing, lighting, how to speak naturally, how to capture moments without feeling awkward. she’s a quick learner, and you love the way she watches you with rapt attention, occasionally kissing your hand or squeezing your thigh.

you teach her how to check the battery, how to review footage, how to choose songs that fit the mood. you laugh together when she tries to film herself and the dogs and accidentally ends up with a bunch of blurry nose shots. she’s clumsy and sweet and so eager, and you’re already imagining how beautiful her vlogs will be.

when she finally gets the hang of it, you help her record a little practice clip, her voice soft and a little shy, telling the camera about the day, about how excited she is to learn. you hold her hand at the end and kiss her cheek.

“you’re going to be amazing at this,” you tell her. “i’ll be your biggest fan.”

she smiles, her eyes shining. after patiently walking billie through the basics, you finally hand her the camera and settle beside her, ready to help. she grips it nervously at first, her fingers just barely steady as she holds the device in front of her face. “okay, your turn,” you say softly, smiling encouragingly.

she clears her throat, looking down at the screen and then back up with a shy grin. “um… testing.... testing,” she says into the camera, voice a little unsure but getting more confident with every word. “can you guys see my beautiful girlfriend?”

you laugh quietly, heart swelling as she glances your way, eyes sparkling.

she presses the camera closer to you and leans over to press a sweet, quick kiss on your cheek, right on camera. “there she is,” billie murmurs, her face lighting up as she leans over toward you, camera still rolling. her lips find your cheek first, a soft, sweet kiss that makes your heart do that slow, stupid flutter.

then she looks up at you, eyes shining like they hold a secret just for you. “you’re amazing,” she whispers, voice tender.

without thinking, you close the small gap between you, your lips brushing hers in a kiss that’s slow and warm, full of everything quiet and beautiful in this moment. the camera tilts slightly as she shifts closer, laughter bubbling between kisses.

“okay, okay,” she giggles, pulling back just enough to smirk. “definitely getting the hang of this.”

you grin, brushing your nose against hers. “best vlog intro ever.”

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[chrissv4mp]

♱ ONE DOOR DOWN

warnings. smut, use of y/l/n, masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex, subtop!billie, dirty talk, mild praise kink, language.

synopsis. your counselor asks you to ride along with the track team while they're on their tournament. you're not particularly happy about it, until rooms are assigned and billie texts you late at night.

au. g!p jock!billie × leadership/cheerleader!reader

words. 3.7k

letters. quickest thing i've written in a while, WHO CHEERED 😛

you found out during sixth period. just before class ended, your name was called over the intercom to come to the counselor's office, and your leadership advisor had told you there was some kind of last-minute shuffle, that the chosen leadership rep had something come up and they couldn't make it.

she follows up by saying you're the next best choice because you're "reliable," "organized," and "a good presence for the younger athletes." along with a quiet comment about how you were the first choice, but they decided to give someone else a chance.

you want to say no. want to point out the large stack of homework on your desk that you'd usually have done by now but got too busy, the group project in history that no one else is working on, the way you hate long bus rides and shared hotel rooms and being in charge of a bunch of kids who don't listen.

but you don't.

because you're reliable. organized. a good presence.

so now it's friday night and you're standing in an—almost empty—hotel lobby six hours away from home, sitting and staring at a man arguing with the front desk ladies.

the head track coach is listing off room assignments, voice heavy with exhaustion and irritation from the long, rowdy bus ride here. people are cheering tiredly once they hear their names together, some groaning, and others immediately rushing down the stairs and to the elevators in an effort to beat the other there.

you're leaning your chin against the palm of your hand, nearly asleep, when you hear your name being called.

"y/l/n," coach avery murmurs. "and... eilish. rooms 129, 130."

billie glances over at you, backpack slung over her shoulder, duffel bag hanging loosely on her other. her lips twitch up in a small smirk as she nods at you, the hall, and then gets up without another word.

you follow behind her slowly, feet dragging against the carpet as you make your way to the elevators. it's quiet until you reach the second floor and check into your room, the door shutting behind you. that's when you finally let out a groan of exhaustion.

before anything else, you drop your backpack in the corner along with your suitcase, unpacking your toothbrush, hairbrush, and makeup. you set everything in the bathroom, then go back out into the room and unpack your outfit for tomorrow, setting it on the little desk by the tv.

with that done, you turn off the overhead lights, strip out of your clothes, climb under the sheets, and flick on the bedside lamp, getting comfortable beneath the soft comforter and trying to ignore the hard feeling of the pillows.

then a door opens. and it's not the room door.

it's the adjoining door between yours and billie's rooms. your eyelids flutter open slowly as you prop yourself up on your elbows, squinting.

she's leaning against the door frame, towel slung around her neck, sports bra hugging her chest, collarbones still a little damp from her shower.

"goin' to bed so soon?" she asks, voice smooth, low. teasing.

you pretend not to look at her chest. or the way her shorts hung low on her hips. you fail. miserably. so, you try to brush it off with a reply. "that bus ride was hell. i'm surprised you're not dead asleep right now."

billie grins, stepping into your room. "can't go to bed without a kiss, boss, you know that."

that stupid nickname. she'd started calling you that recently, and ever since, it stuck with her. and you hated how much it actually effected you, how much you loved hearing the way it rolled off her tongue.

"mhmm," you deadpan. "well, tonight, you're going to."

she groans loudly, exaggerating the sound and acting like you just stabbed her right through the heart. billie fake-limps toward the bed, fingers curling at the edge of the mattress and frowning when she sees you roll back onto your side.

"baby," she whispers. "you're, like, a different person when you're tired. it's kinda funny." you roll your eyes at that.

when you kick her from under the sheets, she jumps back. "but alright. whatever you say, boss."

"take your ass to bed, billie," you grumble under the sheets.

and she does, muttering a small "i love you" before she pads back into her own room, not even bothering to lock the door behind her. when she leaves, you think it'll be easier to get to bed. but it's quite the opposite, especially with the loud ac humming in the room and the thoughts of c's and d's filling your grade book when you get back.

the missing assignments you had were already starting to pile up, and you couldn't afford to get kicked off the leadership team this late into the year just because mrs. johnson is on top of everything with her grading technique.

so you slip the covers off your body and walk over to your backpack, grabbing your laptop from inside of it and crawling back into bed. the bright screen so close to your face makes you flinch when you open it, not used to the lighting this late at night.

you go through multiple assignments in the span of 15 minutes, answering test questions like they're preschool topics, along with fixing up the weekly newsletter that always seemed to have a million typos although the writer was your english teacher. you couldn't blame him through, you always saw mr. grayson falling asleep behind his desk while flipping through a powerpoint.

the chill of the ac makes you shiver. and it's nearly midnight when your phone dings, lighting up on the bedside table and catching your attention.

shutting your laptop and setting it on the table where your phone was placed, you grab the small device and unlock it. it's billie.

bils, 11:48pm: it's cold without u

bils, 11:48pm: keep turning over like ur gonna be there

bils, 11:49pm: wanna feel your skin on mine.

your breath hitches, eyes flicking over the words over and over again like if you re-read them you'll maybe see something different. but, nope, it's exactly what you think.

she was always like this. bold. shameless. never scared to send something risky. and this just proves it.

but you don't give her the satisfaction of your real reaction.

you, 11:51pm: you should've stretched harder today, eilish. maybe you'd be faster at getting over yourself.

the message doesn't even read 'delivered,' it just flicks to 'read' as soon as it's sent. you see the typing bubble appear as you laugh, then they disappear.

no reply for a few minutes.

you blink once. twice.

one message, plus an attachment.

you open it. and—god, this girl might be the death of you.

billie. lying in her already messy bed, sheets pulled down low on her body. bare chest on full display, the swell of muscle visible under soft skin. she has one arm bent behind her head, the other resting low on her stomach. your eyes trace over the faint lines of her abs until you realize it—her hard, thick length protruding from between her legs.

the tip is red, swollen and dripping with precum already. it's resting against her lower stomach, veins running up the base and making your stomach twist.

your mouth goes dry.

the text under the photo doesn't help.

bils, 11:57: need u bad. pls come over here.

you let out a small sigh, shaky and desperate as your eyes flick to the door. it's cracked open just a bit, giving you the smallest opening to peek through. but all you can see from your bed is the edge of her mattress.

so you get up, slowly, pushing the covers off and stepping onto the soft hotel carpet. your heart stutters as you reach for the door handle, fingers twitching—but then you hear it, and you swear your heart stops for a moment.

quiet whimpers, shaky gasps, broken moans of curses and—and your name. repeatedly. those words catch your attention before the fast, wet squelching sound does. she's touching herself. couldn't even wait until you got there.

it makes you even wetter than before.

you twist the handle slowly, pushing the door open all the way and freezing in place when you finally see her. billie. at the edge of the bed, one hand wrapped around her length as the other gripped the sheets so tight her knuckles bled white. her skin was shiny with a thin layer of sweat, strands of hair sticking to her neck and forehead as she stroked herself.

her room is darker. warmer. it smells like vanilla lotion and her arousal. you can hear the faint voice of some sports commentator on the tv, but nothing can overpower her desperate moans and the sound of her hand pumping up and down her dick.

when you step in and shut the door behind you, billie finally looks up—eyelids hooded, lips parted and swollen from biting down so hard, cheeks flushed. she moans quieter, hand stopping at the tip of her length.

"knew you'd come," she smirks lazily, voice low. needy.

you swallow hard, hands moving to grip the dresser like you need an anchor.

"you're insane," you breathe. hardly a whisper.

"'nd you're late," she murmurs, eyes dragging hungrily over your body. "missed you." she whines, and your knees almost give out beneath you.

her breathing becomes even less even than before as you slowly stalk over, brows furrowing like the space between your two bodies physically aches. because it does.

she watches as you cross the room. slow. cautious. like you're afraid she'll disappear if you blink.

you stop just a few inches from where she's sat at the edge of the bed. her head tips back to look you in the eyes, seeing the desperation swirling in your irises even in the dark atmosphere of the room.

"please, c'mere," she begs, breathless.

the rapid beating of your heart against your chest is so loud you swear she can hear it. but you step closer anyway.

her hands find your hips immediately, pulling at the hem of your shorts and whining when you place your hands atop of hers, stopping her movements. you watch as her hips buck instinctively when you lean down to press a kiss to her lips—a quick one, leaving her wanting more when you pull back.

a small grin pulls at your lips when you feel her fingers digging into the fabric of your shorts.

"been thinking 'bout you all day," she says quietly, lower lip trembling. "watchin' you—mm, boss everyone 'round, lookin' so pretty in your little leadership shirt... had—god, it drove me crazy."

your breath stutters.

her eyes meet yours again—dark, needy, so full of longing to feel you against her, to feel you around her.

"billie, you can't just—" her lips find yours before you can finish your sentence, kissing you like she's been waiting for this since the moment she stepped on the bus.

and she has.

the second her tongue slips between your lips, you lose any ounce of self control you might've had left. her hands tug harder at your shorts, huffing in frustration against your mouth when you deny her once again.

billie whimpers against your lips, eyes fluttering open. "i'll be so good for you tonight."

and how could you not believe her? you always do.

still, you remove her hands from your hips and nod over toward the headboard. billie gets the message quickly, scooting back onto the mattress until her back hits the board. you rid yourself of your shorts, hearing billie's breath hitch at the sight of your curves in the shadows.

you crawl onto the comforter, eyes flicking to the way her cock stands proudly between her leg—9 inches. that's what she'd always brag about over calls when she was away for meets, games, tournaments. just whenever she was away from you for more than a day.

you'd only ever seen her once. just taking her into your mouth was a struggle by itself—you have no idea how big she'd feel inside of you.

billie shivers when you straddle her lap, hovering over her just close enough that it drives her crazy. lips close enough to hers that she'd feel your breath fanning across her skin, to watch the way her eyes search yours like she's trying to figure out if you're actually real.

"prove it to me," you whisper.

and billie wastes no time.

not rushed, definitely not slow—but intentional. she straightens up, hand sliding down your side until it rested on your hip, tugging you gently to fully sit down on her lap. her lips brush your collarbones, free hand pulling the strap of your tank top to the side so that she'd have more access to your smooth, soft skin.

her mouth is warm. lips pressing the most gentle, caring kisses along your neck, jaw, and cheek, until she reaches your lips and she really can't continue with the softness.

you kiss her back with the same amount of fervor, hands reaching around to tangle in her hair, nails digging into her scalp and massaging softly—so soft it elicits the smallest whine from billie.

the tips of her fingers tease the edge of your top, sneaking under the hem, not quite waiting for confirmation but not exactly rushing it either.

"couldn't wait 'til after your meet tomorrow, could you?" you tease against her lips, pulling away just to see her.

she shakes her head quickly.

you pause. "use your words, track star."

billie's cheeks flush in embarrassment at the name. "y'looked too good to wait. needed my hands on you now."

her hands slide around, moving to your back slow and reverent, pulling your shirt over your head. you shiver when the cold air hits your skin, but her hands are warm and grounding and right there, soothing the chill and teasing the clasp of your bra.

your lips curl into a smirk when she doesn't undo it, pulling away just enough to take her in, your eyes dark and teasing.

"gonna do something or are you just gonna stare?"

billie huffs, pouting and working her fingers quickly on the clasp, undoing it and watching as you slide the straps off your shoulders, throwing it to the floor without a care in the world.

"you're so pretty," she mumbles, leaning close and pressing sloppy kisses down your sternum. "so perfect."

you tilt your head back, eyes fluttering closed as you bask in the feeling of billie's plump lips wrapping around your nipple, tongue flicking along the bud until she feels it harden beneath the stimulation. she moves on, her hand coming up to palm your breast as she wraps her lips around your other nipple, earning a pleased moan from between your lips.

her hand grabs your thigh so tight you're sure it'll bruise in the shape of her palm, dragging you down closer on her lap where she's already so hard it makes your head spin.

you grind into her mindlessly, hips moving on instinct. she lets out this soft, broken sound against your skin that makes your entire body throb, arousal pooling into your panties and forming an obvious wet spot. her hips buck up, eyebrows furrowing in painful pleasure.

"please. please, baby," she begs, letting your nipple go and resting her forehead on your chest. "want—fuck, i need to be inside you so... so bad."

"show me," you say, just as needy. "be good like you promised."

her eyes flutter shut at your tone, her trembling lip caught between her teeth. her hands slide back down to your hips, lifting you without struggle, bucking her hips up against the thin fabric separating your arousal from hers.

she breathes heavy into your neck, whining and whimpering as she rocks her hips against the warm fabric, feeling your sticky slick even through your panties. "take 'em off—"

"s'no time," she cuts you off with a moan, a few octaves higher than before. "can't—baby, i can't w—wait anymore."

"then don't."

billie shivers when it reaches her ears, one of her hands coming down between your legs to push your panties aside. you hover over her, lips parted slightly as you slowly lower yourself down onto her cock. you choke on a moan before you're even past the tip, feeling just how big she really is.

what she feels somehow seems more enhanced—especially with the way she's shaking and gasping and digging her nails into your skin. she can't take her eyes off the way your pussy swallows her so well, taking inch by inch with hardly any pauses.

your fingers pull at her hair harsher than before, unable to contain yourself once she finally bottoms out.

"fuck, fuck, fuuckk—so... you're so tight, ma," she whimpers, stumbling over her words, cock throbbing. "feels... s'good."

a moan of her name rips through your throat when she bucks her hips up without control, both of your eyes squeezing shut at how good it felt. she grabs your hips tight, thrusting up in sloppy, deep motions that make the whole hotel room fade away until it's just you, billie, and the heat blooming in your stomach.

every time she brings you down, she whispers something.

"so tight."

"missed you."

"wanted this so bad."

"wanna make you cum," she whines, head falling back against the headboard when she feels you clench around her throbbing length.

your jaw falls agape when billie's hand sneaks between your thighs and starts to rub tight, controlled circles on your puffy clit, urging your hips to move forward against the extra stimulation.

when your bounces start to get slower, billie whimpers and quickly—but gently—flips you over, your back on the mattress and her body hovering over you. her hips never stop moving, thrusting faster and deeper and maintaining a steady pace.

"bein' so good f'me," you praise between moans, nails dragging down billie's back and leaving a trail of marks. "fuck, don't stop, bil."

she whimpers directly into your ear, her rapid breath fanning across your neck and sending goosebumps all along your body. your legs wrap around her waist, pulling her closer and causing her dick to slide deeper into your cunt, her tip kissing your cervix perfectly.

billie gasps loudly, brows furrowed and face red—you kiss her without wasting another second, not wanting her coach or one of her teammates to come knocking on your door telling you to be quiet. the teasing would be terrible for the next few months.

"gotta be quiet," you mutter against her swollen lips, "can you do that f'me, pretty girl?" you ask, voice broken.

she nods eagerly, lips finding yours again to shut herself up—she doesn't trust herself not to make more sounds with the way you're squeezing her so tight, the warm feeling in her belly nearly overwhelming.

you cum without warning, moan muffled against billie's lips, legs wrapped tightly around her waist as she fucks you through it, her hand between your bodies and rubbing your clit to help you ride your high through every last aftershock.

the feeling of your walls fluttering around her length had her head spinning, mouth running dry, the knot in her stomach about to snap. she just needed to warn you before—

"baby—oh fuck—baby, m'gonna cum," billie whines, hips stuttering, "can't—oh my god, i can't—"

you can't even process how billie pulls out just as she lets herself go, sticky, white ropes of her arousal pooling onto your skin and the ruined fabric of your panties. her breath comes out in fast, sharp gasps as she comes down, fingers wrapped around her length and pumping quickly to prolong her orgasm.

her hips still buck subconsciously even when she pulls her hand away, cock going soft.

the both of you just sit there for a few minutes, staring at the mess that billie made, breathing heavy in the warm space of the hotel room that you're realizing is really quiet now that you two aren't lost in the pleasure.

you see billie finally snap back into reality the second she hears your quiet giggles, eyes flicking up to yours. her cheeks flush under your gaze, hands moving to find the comforter and hide herself under it. she's so shy now that she isn't so needy. it's adorable.

"m'gonna go get a towel," billie murmurs quietly, fingers brushing along your thigh as she scoots off the bed and pulls on her discarded pajama shorts from before you came over.

she comes back from the bathroom after a few minutes, a damp towel in one hand. she parts your legs with her other hand, dragging the warm cloth along your skin to clean up her arousal. you shiver beneath the ticklish feeling, earning a small smirk from the girl between your legs.

"sorry," billie looks down again, clearing her throat. "...think i pulled out too late." she murmurs, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

a soft grin pulls at the corners of your lips at her words, your hands coming down to grab at her forearms. billie gets the memo, tossing the towel aside and crawling over your body. she can't even look you in the eyes she's so shy, so ruined.

"wasn't your fault," you say, trying not to giggle. "you looked so pretty trying not to fall apart. seeing that was an apology in itself, so don't feel bad, bil."

that's when she finally gathers enough courage to look at you, the fog in her head slowly starting to clear out and get replaced with her usual smug personality.

she pulls the covers over your body, fingers finding your hips and pulling you close to her under the fabric, lips finding your shoulder, your neck, your jaw—anywhere she could manage to reach, she pressed a kiss there, each one sweeter than the last.

"...still got that goodnight kiss," billie murmurs quietly, smug, a grin forming on her lips like she's proud of herself. "you said i'd have to live without out, but here i am."

"kissing you anywhere i want," she brags softly, laughing against your skin as she does exactly that.

you roll your eyes, "yeah, well those goodnight kisses better be worth whatever shit we'll have to face tomorrow."

she goes silent immediately, pulling away from your body only to stare you dead in the eyes like you just confessed your undying hatred toward her. you laugh at the way her cheeks flush 10x redder than before. but then she shrugs, leans forward, and presses her face into your neck again.

"worth it."

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Tiktok Trend

A/n: I've seen a few tiktoks like this and i just got this randomly in my brain SO enjoy while I work on longer story's

Warnings - smutty but no smut ? Just suggestive, also kinda fluffy in the start || masterlist

"Oh babyyyy." You say, holding your phone in one hand, recording. In the other a piece of paper, saying. 'Don't smile and I'll let you use the cuffs on me'

It was a tiktok trend you saw on your scrolling session. And you just had to do something similar with Billie. Your relationship was pretty open, after 5 years. So the fans knew all about you two. Not every little detail, but you'd never hide how attracted you were to one another.

"Yeah bub, what's up?" You enter the room, not replying but handing her the tiny paper. She was working on some songs, just messing around. Her eyes dart to the paper going to read, her former smile drops instantly. Making a giggle pass your lips. "That was fast-" She shakes her head pursing her lips. "You really want this huh?" You were smiling. But her? Oh she was keeping the straightest face.

Trying to atleast. You thought she'd crack at one point but she doesn't. "I see a tiny smile." You laugh a tad. But her face moves making a cute little angry one trying so hard not to smile. This makes your laughter erupt insanely. "Ok you win you win." You say still laughing at such a ridiculous face. She sighs, smiling huge. "Fuck yeah I won, I get to cuff you... You won't be able to move.."

"Oh you're in for a treat." Now she was smirking. Maliciously.

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loser billie’s been on my mind lately

loser billie that will drop everything to focus on you

loser billie that has you as her lock screen, so that every time she gets hit on she can just flash a picture of you and walk away

loser billie that loves it when you pick out funny shirts for her like: ‘i ❤️ my sexy gf’ ‘i have a wife please get away from me’ ‘girls love my loser swag’ ‘i’m afraid of women’ etc.

loser billie that the main high point of her day is when you come back home to her

loser billie that’s a little too touchy in public because she just can’t believe you’re all hers

loser billie that gets so engrossed in her games and rambles on and on about them while you just admire her pretty smile

loser billie that likes it when you stare at her hands when she’s using her game controller

loser billie that gets so focused on her game or her music that she doesn’t notice you taking your clothes off in front of her

loser billie that follows you around like a dog on a leash

loser billie that will do anything to satisfy you, you’re her main priority

loser billie that begs to touch you

loser billie that would rather make you cum that herself any day of the week

loser billie that doesn’t care how desperate or pathetic she seems, as long as she’s pleasing you she’s satisfied

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KEEP IT QUIET | b. eilish.

ꨄ︎ contents — jealous!mean!dom!billie x sassy!fem!reader, spanking, use of ‘whore/slut’

“you’ve got too much fucking mouth on you.” billie seethed, irritation so prominent on her lips as her hands quickly undid the buttons on your jeans. a blush blossomed against her skin because of how frustrated she was— you knew better than to talk to that girl at that party.

even though you and billie weren’t official, you knew damn well that you were hers and she was yours, and she hated when she’d find you lost in the club, laughing it up and drinking with some random girl, even if you had no intention of hooking up with her.

your clothes found themselves on the floor of billie’s apartment, and she immediately flipped you onto your stomach, “you think you can just go talk to anyone you want? huh?”

“i kind of can, i mean— i do have free will.” you giggle, and that pisses billie off. she growls at you, a low, husky sound— and then you feel something hard and thick stretch out your walls, making a moan pass through your lips. billie’s hands immediately find your hips as she thrusts into you at an angry speed, her fingernails digging into your sides, and she definitely doesn’t care if it pains you.

“don’t say shit else,” she folds her body onto yours to whisper in your ear, “you know good and damn well that nobody could ever fuck you like i can, treat you as good as i can— nobody on this fucking planet.”

you whimper out, feeling the tip of the faux cock press against your cervix, a concoction of pain and pleasure playing on your nerves. billie’s hand comes up to slap against your lips, “don’t even wanna hear you moan. since you wanted to be such a slut, showing your ass to everyone at that club— keep that same energy, you hear me?”

no sound even comes out of your lips because of hoe tight billie’s grip is, so you just nod, obediently, your pussy clenched around billie’s cock as you grip at her bedsheets, your lips threatening to let a moan slip.

your eyes screw shut as billie’s thrusts become more harsh, quicker, deeper. it’s practically bullying the way she fucks into you, your walls aching and needy. her hand suddenly removes itself from your face to give a mean slap to your ass, “you think i should let you cum tonight, my whore?”

“p-please…” is all you can breathe out, your head growing hazy, “sorry…i’m sorry….”

billie scoffs, and that earns you another painful spank, and you can tell she isn’t amused by your forced apology. but it amuses you so well— how she gets so worked up by your sass and back talk, so you giggle out, “s’fine, i-i’ll just…finish myself off…”

“oh, really?” she replies cockily, pulling out of your dripping cunt, the emptiness making you ache. “then do it, slut. go ahead, find a way to make yourself cum.”

you can’t keep up this act anymore. you whine at her, a needy, hungry sound passing through your lips, “no, bils, m’so sorry, i need you….please?”

“yeah, that’s what i thought.”

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