in regards to my comment on your request for ideas on momsbsf!billie
been thinkin about this WAYY too much
okok so readers mom is out for a work trip for the weekend(?? maybe) and so billie offers to babysit for her ofc
they hang out together all day cause yk they're... acquainted to say the least and eventually, ruh-roh, curfew!
but at like 1am billie realizes reader snuck out (maybe hint at this earlier, friends texting, plans, etc??) and goes to get reader
finds them at the party completely wasted and reader is (of course) horny as fuck and tries to pull billie away from everyone for some alone time perchizzle
take over from here if you wanna, maybe it doesnt happen cause shes mad at reader for sneaking out and drives them home but PUHLEASE do some drunk!reader fluff / care i beg of you
HI HI HI
I can ABSOLUTELY do this! I saw your comment earlier and was planning on doing something like this, but life got in the way, but I’ll hopefully write this soon! 🤍🤍
GENRE: SMUT—FINGERING, SEMI-PUBLIC, USE OF “SWEETHEART, BABY, BABY GIRL”
SYNOPSIS: During a shopping trip, Billie decided she wants to “help you try on some clothes” in the dressing room.
W/C: 1.2K
It was summer—you were home to be with your mom while your classes were off. You attended a college a few states over, so you always tried to spend as much time with your mom as you could.
And with Billie.
Your mom was clueless. She just thought you had a good relationship with her best friend—nothing more. But what happened when she was gone, or when the doors were closed, wasn’t something that your mom needed to know.
You didn’t exactly have clothes to wear. It had been a while since you were home, so you only had old clothes from three years ago, when you were eighteen, and you were now twenty-one. It wasn’t your style, and they didn’t fit as well anymore. So your mom decided to bring you out on a shopping trip.
And Billie came as well.
Her excuse was that she had a similar style—and she was an ‘expert’ at styling people. She wasn’t, but your mom was just grateful to have her friend with her.
Your mom was two aisles down. You were looking through a variety of shirts, none of which you really liked. But that was when you felt hands on your hips—squeezing gently.
“That green would not look good on you, little bug.” Billie said, her mouth near your ear. She pressed a soft kiss right on your earlobe—making you shudder.
“Thank you, Billie. I figured.” You said, pushing the shirt down the rack. You picked up a different shirt—one of which you liked, and checked the size. It was your size. You smiled to yourself, before you turned in her arms, holding it up to your chest.
Billie scanned you up and down, her bottom lip going between her teeth. “You look beautiful in anything, sweetheart.” She said, gripping onto your hips tightly. She leaned down, whispering. “But I’d prefer you in nothing.”
You shuddered. “We’re in public, Billie. My mom is right there.”
Your eyes flickered to the next two aisles, where your mom was looking at a tunic—which was kind of ugly, but you would never say that to her face.
“And? Don’t tell me you’re scared, baby girl.”
You scoffed at her words, rolling your eyes. Of course, you were scared. But you’d never say that to her face. “No, of course not. But we’re in public.”
Billie smirked down at you, before her lips brushed against yours, making you gasp. Before you could get a word in, her lips were on yours, kissing you slowly and methodically. You kissed her back, eyes fluttering shut.
You melted into her touch for a moment, taking in the small moment with her. Your hands reached up to her chest, gently looping your fingers through the neckline of her shirt—only to quickly push her away when you heard your mom’s voice.
You cleared your throat, quickly wiping the smudged lip gloss off of Billie’s lips, and walking over to your mom. “Yeah, I’m coming!” You said, not noticing the small smirk on Billie’s face.
Eventually, after an hour or so of walking around and picking out clothing, you went to go try them on. You were standing in the mirror, looking at yourself in a dress. It wasn’t your favorite, but it looked cute.
While you were slipping the dress off and putting it into the ‘keep’ pile, the curtain flew open—revealing Billie, who quickly stepped in, and closed the curtain behind her.
You looked at her with wide, shocked eyes, arms covering over your chest. “What the hell, Billie?! You can’t be in here—“
“Who says?” Billie retorted, her hands instantly finding your hips. The only thing covering you were your panties, which were beginning to soak at Billie’s hungry look. “I’m just helping. Your mom’s looking for more clothes, probably for herself.”
Billie leaned down, before her lips attached to your neck, making your entire body relax against hers. You wrapped your arms around her neck, tilting your head to the side.
“We… we shouldn’t, Billie… not here…” You whispered when you felt her fingers dipping into the small string of your panties. But you didn’t stop her.
“And why not?” She hummed against your neck, her free hand groping your breast while your panties fell to the floor. She kicked your legs apart, making you squeal. She pressed you against the wall, humming softly as her lips dropped down to your nipple.
“W-we’re in public… anyone could… hear…” your voice was breathless, hands going to her hair as her tongue circled your peaked nipple, head falling back against the wall.
“Fuck, Billie…” you hummed, hips twitching, needy for her fingers.
“Good girl. Be quiet for me, yeah? Don’t want your mom to wonder what’s going on.” She hummed, pulling away from your breast. Her hands skimmed over your waist, before one hand dipped between your legs—not even bothering to tease. She needed this. And she needed it now.
You let out a small squeak when her fingers brushed against your clit, making you shudder. Your hands went to her shoulders, gripping onto them tightly, fingernails dipping into her skin.
“Oh, fuck, Billie—“ You started, a moan leaving your lips, before her other hand clamped over your mouth.
“You gotta be quiet, baby girl. Anyone could hear, remember?” Billie said with a smirk on her lips, before her fingers dipped inside of your aching cunt. Her fingers curled at just the mushy spot inside of you, making you gasp against her hand.
“Yeah? Right there, baby? That’s good?” She whispered, her voice barely audible. She pressed a soft kiss to your neck, before she thrusted her fingers while simultaneously curling them.
Your head fell back against the wall, whimpering and moaning against Billie’s hand, which muffled your noises. You lifted one of your legs onto the stool to give Billie more room, and it immediately made Billie move her fingers faster.
Your hands moved down to her wrist, your breathing heaving as you felt your climax quickly approaching. You gently slapped her wrist, louder whines leaving your throat that were staunched by her hand.
“Yeah? You need to come, baby? Come on, my fingers, sweetheart. I got you.” She said, moving her lips to bite on your earlobe teasingly.
And that was it. You came, your entire body shuddering, thighs fluttering around her hand. You leaned back against the wall heavily, eyes fluttering shut, foot falling off the stool. Billie finally moved her hand away when she was sure there were no more noises leaving your throat.
“How was that, baby?” She asked, a teasing smirk on her lips.
You rolled your eyes, before pulling her close, and kissing her with as much intensity as you could muster with your weakened body.
Billie instantly leaned into it, and carefully held onto your hips, deepening it slightly. She hummed, smirking against your lips before pulling away.
“Look at you. All shaky-legged. My fingers that good, baby girl?” She asked, and you rolled your eyes again, swatting her chest.
“No, you fucking sucked, Billie.” You said jokingly, bending over to grab your clothes, and the clothes you were trying on.
Billie raised her eyebrows, before she came up behind you, placing her hips so they aligned with yours. She pulled you back onto her, grabbing your hair and pulling you up to her chest. You gasped, turning to look at her.
“Just wait until we get home, sweetheart. We’ll still see if I suck then.”
Then, she left the dressing room, leaving you with your heart pounding, and aching to get home as soon as possible.
for mom!bsf billie! maybe a joint shopping outing that leads to hidden kisses on different aisles, maybe a makeout in the bathroom, "helping" change in the dressing room, etc. just forbidden love shit!
smth quick bc I keep forgetting to write for you guys 😞
Your mom was downstairs, chatting away with her friends. She didn’t seem to notice how Billie was taking an extra long bathroom break. She had just assumed she had ate something bad.
Only that Billie didn’t eat something bad. She was kneeling at the foot of your bed, her head between your thighs. Making you moan out, crying desperately for more of her relentless tongue.
You knew it was wrong. She was so much older, and you were on summer break from your college classes. You had just turned 21 last year. Billie was almost 47. 26 years between you two. She had kids that were older than you.
But even so, your hands gripped at her black hair, slowly beginning to mix with grey, trying to keep your moans quiet as her fingers pumped in and out of your puffy cunt, thighs shaking around her head.
The door was wide open. You had tried to tell Billie to close it—but all you got was a smirk, and her telling you, ‘nothings fun if it isn’t risky.’
So, your free hand that wasn’t in Billie’s hair covered your mouth, hips twitching up into her mouth.
“You look so good, baby. So good for me. Have you been waiting for me?” She teased, flicking her tongue against your clit.
You almost let out a whimper, your entire body seizing against her relentless mouth. “Yes—fuck, I was waiting for you—please don’t stop,” You whispered, gripping onto her hair tighter as you felt your climax quickly approaching.
Her fingers worked faster, curling deeply inside of you, making you see stars. You let a small whine slip, and one last flick of her tongue on your clit made everything fall apart.
You gasped, entire body tensing as your release crashed over you, mouth open in a silent scream. Billie only stared up at you, smirking against your cunt, helping you ride it out.
Once you came down, Billie pulled away, sucking her fingers. She then wiped them on her pant leg, smirking down at you.
“Your mom wants you to go do the dishes.” Billie teased.