Summary: your girlfriend calls you suddenly, and she’s needier than ever. of course you take it as a chance to fill her desires through the phone.
Warnings: phone sex, lesbian sex, use of mommy/mama, use of good girl, praising, lowercase intended.
Word count: 1.8k
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the phone rang twice before i picked it up.
“hey baby.” you say immediately, voice filled with grin.
i can’t help but smile at your beautiful voice through the phone. “hello my love.” i respond.
“i miss you so much, baby..” i say,
“i miss you too, love.” you murmur.
after telling me about your busy day, you suddenly stopped speaking, filling the call with a silence.
then, gently, “where are you?” you say.
i frown my brows at the sudden question.
“in bed. what about you?”
you softly sigh, “same.”
another quiet pause.
“what would you do if i was there with you?” you add with a shy tone, your voice dropping a bit.
a smirk spreads across my lips as i sink lower in the bed.
does she really want to do it? right now?
“what are you wearing?” i start.
“you can’t answer a question with another question, y’know,” you let out a soft breath, “..just your shirt and some shorts.”
“that’s nice, baby. can you smell my perfume in my shirt?” i murmur.
i can hear you shuffling in the sheets of your comforter – then a slow inhale,
“yes– yes baby, you smell so good,” you say. there’s a tone in your voice that suggests me that you’re getting comfortable.
“i love that you’re wearing my shirt, baby. can you remove it for me?” i say as i grin.
your breath hitches just a little.
then, the sounds of the sheets moving and the soft thud the shirt makes, pooling in the ground.
you pick up your phone in your hands again, pressing it to your ear,
“done.” was all you said.
i smile at you following my orders, “good job baby.”
“now,” i start, “what do you want from me tonight, love?”
silence hums between us for a second. you exhale shakily.
“i don’t know baby i–“ you admit, “i just want you here.”
my voice gentles at your confession, “i am here.”
“that’s not helping.” you say with a slightly whiny tone.
a beat.
“how do you want me to help you, love?" my voice drops down, just a little.
"anything,” you whisper, “please."
"like what baby?" i dare say,
"you want me to tell you how good you are and how bad i want you?"
"yes baby, please." you exhale with a shaky breath.
“okay love,” i start, “try to breathe slower for me, yes?” i command, and you follow my orders immediately. your breaths started to come out more slowly, and sometimes shaky.
i continue, “use your hands now baby, and imagine they’re mine.”
i could sense that your free hand started to caress the lower part of your body, gently squeezing your flesh occasionally.
a quiet, almost imperceptible guttural sound come out of you.
“baby.” you call me.
“if i was with you,” i say, finally answering your question, “i would be in front of you, caressing your body as you’re doing right now.”
your breaths started to come more heavier than before, with some slight whimpers every now and then, and of course i noticed that immediately.
another beat.
i continue, “then, i would lower myself at your level to face you,”
“and then? what would you do?” you say, impatient of what was coming next. i noticed that too, and took it as a sign.
“are we getting impatient?” i tease. “okay baby. i want to feel your lips on mine, my tongue all over your body."
a small gasp comes out from you. i smile at that.
"i would to kiss you everywhere as you close your eyes. are yours closed right now?” i ask.
“yes– yes baby. please.” it comes out with a single breath and a whiny tone.
i couldn’t help but smirk at that.
"then, i would put my hands on your hips, kiss you on your neck while you're holding onto me, with your legs wrapped around my waist."
i stay silent for a bit, just to give you enough time to imagine it.
"you want me to keep going?" i whisper softly to the speaker.
now, a full whine comes out from you.
then,
"please mama– don't stop."
i stay silent, replaying your plea in my head.
it was clear now.
you were touching yourself, thinking about me.
"you're so pretty when you're this needy baby,” my voice lowers again, “all this just for me."
your breaths started to come out more uneven, hungrier, more desperate.
mines were too.
"i would kiss your beautiful chest while you look at me with those beautiful eyes of yours, asking me for more." i whisper.
“you’d be so damn wet already, wouldn’t you?”
a curse slips out from your lips, almost imperceptible.
"i would pick you up and lay you down on your back, your mouth slightly open, while i trace your perfect figure with my fingers," i whisper.
your breath hitched.
"i would grab your legs and put them above my shoulders,” i murmur, my voice coming out shaky, “then leave small and delicate kisses all over your thighs. at this point you would be trembling under my touch."
you let out a soft moan through the speaker.
fuck.
i squeeze my thighs at the sound, still feeling that warm sensation from before.
"i would tease you by biting your skin, but not strong enough to leave a mark, just enough to make you squirm."
i put a hand over my mouth, trying to not let out the same sounds you were making.
“i want to hear you baby,” i continue, even though i’m clearly struggling, “what are you doing?”
a whine comes out under your breath.
“i’m.. i’m touching myself with my fingers,” you whisper shyly, “pretending they’re yours. slow.”
“where? tell me, where are you touching yourself?” my voice came out demanding.
you curse softly again. “my clit.”
“then? what would you do?” you whimper.
i smirk at your eager tone.
“then, i would gently open your legs,” i whisper, “pulling your lace panties to the side and trace my fingers just above your exposed cunt, not giving what you really want yet, right love?"
you moan louder than before. i was right, and you knew it.
“yes– yes mommy.” you whimper.
i moan at the nickname.
"i would kiss you gently between your thighs,” i breathe shakily,
“i want to lick it while i twist my tongue on it, and suck on it while looking at your contorted face as i please you."
you softly groan at my words. your hands wander in your lower area, circling it helplessly with your digits.
"pleasing you is all i really need baby, and i love the faces you make as i do so."
your breaths were getting faster now. “yeah? you do?”
“of course mama. i love everything about you.” i smirk, imagining your face as you please yourself.
"you’d be a trembling mess under my touch,” i continue, “beautiful moans spilling out of you, filling the room with your pleasured sounds."
your breath hitches again. “mhm, yes.”
i look down at my bare thighs as i continue to speak. the room felt suddenly too small.
“then, i would get up to reach your mesmerising lips, kissing them as i swallow all the beautiful sounds you're making."
you moan again.
jesus.
your moans are driving me fucking insane.
"as i kiss you, i would start stroking your folds with my fingers, making your pussy even wetter than it already was."
i bite my lips, hard, almost to the point to make them bleed, as visions of you ruined under my touch appear in my mind.
“i would put my fingertips above your swollen clit, making small and tight circles around it to stimulate you even more.”
as i’m speaking i can hear you panting through the speaker. your breaths were coming out short and fast, as soft whimpers left your mouth”
“baby– fuck.”
i smirk, “i know baby, I’m right here.”
your moans reach a higher pitch.
"i would tease your wet entrance with my digits, and slowly stretch you out as i insert them carefully to not hurt you."
you replicate the movements i said.
“fuck baby.. it feels s’good.” you say quickly and shakily.
“i know mama, you’re being so good for me right now,” i say softly.
“then i would start to move them inside of you, with your brows furrowing as the sudden pain slowly fades into pleasure.”
you start moving your fingers inside of you, just like i said i would do.
"seeing you in this state because of me makes me want to praise you all over, telling you how much of a good girl you are for me, taking my fingers in so well." i praise you indirectly.
“a good girl..” you repeat after me. at this point you didn’t even try to hide your moans.
“yes baby. such a good girl for mommy.”
"then i would lower my head again. i would groan quietly at the sight of my fingers pumping inside of you slowly, disappearing and reappearing again out of your glistening cunt."
at this point, i could hear the sounds made by the contact between the palm of your hand and your pelvis, pushing into it constantly.
i wish you could see the effect those sounds were doing to me, love.
i manage to get my composure together, and i continue,
"i would change the movements of my fingers to try to find the spongy spot inside of you. i want to curl my fingers as i find it, hearing how your breathing fastens and your moans get louder."
"at this point you would be a trembling mess under me.”
every time you hit that spot with your fingers, a repeated and muffled “uh uh uh” would come out of your mouth, trying to stay quiet but, clearly failing.
“i’d say «there you go,» as i feel your walls clench tightly around my fingers”.
your moans get into a higher pitch now, almost a scream covered by a soft cry. i notice immediately that you’re almost finishing, right on the phone, with me on the other line.
"you can cum baby, you're being such a good girl for me. im right here.” i give you my final command, but I’m not finished.
"i want to still curl my fingers inside of you as the orgasm crashes over you, waves of pleasure coming from your spine to your core as your vision blurs from the intense sensation i gave you.”
you say my name repeatedly as you slower your breath, regaining consciousness of what just happened.
"ragged breaths would come out of you as i slow the pace of my fingers until i remove them. they would be covered with your juices that just came out of you,” i smile softly at the thought, “you always taste delicious baby, I can’t get enough of you.”
you don’t say anything to that. you stay quiet while i still talk you through it. fair, based on what just happened.
but I’m not finished.
"i would put them in my mouth and lick them clean. i would reach your head again and kiss you slowly to give you a taste of yourself.”
"are you satisfied baby? did i help you enough, my love?”
SYNOPSIS: you, billie, jane, and ava, are out on a girl's trip for the summer; a rented out cabin by the lake, straight out of a coming-of-age movie. although you're having fun, your feelings for billie get in the way. no matter how hard you try, you can't stop thinking about kissing her.
WORD COUNT: 13,431 (😬😬😬)
TAGS/WARNINGS: college!au, summer break!au, fluff, friends to lovers brief, smut (soft dom!billie x inexperienced reader), first kiss, making out, fingering (reader receiving), lots of kissing lol
AUTHOR'S NOTE: hey everyone. sorry for dropping off the face of the earth 😭 it's not like i've been all that busy (very tired tho), i just have been feeling really insecure about my writing lately so i've barely worked on my wips 😔 but i felt really bad about leaving you guys without anything for so long so i finally mustered up the willpower to finish my first fic of 2026! it took me a lot of time to stop listening to those negative voices in my head so i sincerely hope you guys enjoy reading 🫶🏽 okay i'll stop yapping SORRY have fun
In the deep forest, situated right outside a quaint log cabin, you sat amongst your best friends in the entire world: Ava, her sister Jane, and Billie. The four of you were reclining comfortbly in some foldable lawn chairs, a big, bright fire in the middle of everyone, bathing your faces in a pretty orange glow and illuminating the otherwise dark atmosphere, the only other light source being the moon high in the sky. By nightfall, the temperature had cooled down a bit, a slight breeze in the air. It was perfect weather, in your opinion; it wasn't so hot you felt like you were suffocating but there wasn't too much of a chill either. The four of you also had tall, cold glasses of refreshing lemonade, the sound of ice cubes clinking against the class mingling with the sound of laughter and the crackling fire.
This moment was exactly what you pictured when your friends first proposed the idea of an exciting getaway out of the city. You remember telling them that you wanted to make a bonfire on the first day of the trip, wanting to begin your summer break like it was some kind of coming-of-age movie; and now, here you were, feeling the stress from past assignments and projects leaving your body with every passing minute.
But, although you were thoroughly enjoying yourself, there was a certain feeling you just couldn't shake. It was a heavy feeling, one that you felt deep within your gut, simmering and simmering. You weren't sure how to describe in the moment, but whatever it was, it was persistent; it was a feeling you couldn't quite shake.
You didn't realize it, but you had fallen quiet at the bonfire, while everyone else was still chatting away. Jane and Eva were arguing about something—you were so zoned out that you weren't even aware of the topic of conversation. Billie, on the other hand, was moreso watching the playful argument unfold rather than participating, her shoulders shaking as she laughed gleefully at their antics. When you looked at Billie, that feeling—the one that felt like a coil, steadily growing tighter—had grown stronger, especially when you payed close attention to the way she threw her head back when she was laughing extra hard, or at her smile, which was somehow brighter than the moon in the sky and the fire in front of you altogether. Her pretty, full lips were glossy, and you had no doubt in your mind that it was her beloved Aquaphor that she carried with her everywhere.
Your chest felt tighter. How come every time you gazed at her lately, you felt some kind of a pull? You certaintly didn't always feel like this. Maybe you just missed her; after all, when last semester got rough, you weren't hanging out with her much, as you chose to focus on your studies and ending the semester with a bang. Yeah, that was why.
You only came to the realization that you were full-on staring at your best friend's lips until you heard her voice.
"Hey, you good? You're kinda quiet." Billie asked you softly, grinning at you. You shifted in your seat, immediately tearing your eyes away from her and deciding to focus intently on the fire in front of you. You cleared your throat and took a big gulp of your lemonade before responding.
"Uh, yeah…" You muttered after swallowing, hoping your voice didn't sound too hesitant to her. "Just a little tired, I guess." You said. It wasn't entirely a lie; you were beginning to feel a little sleepy. It was a long day, after all, one mostly spent on the road.
Billie raised an eyebrow, seemingly not too convinced with your answer, but thankfully for you, she didn't pry. Instead, she gently caressed your arm, the affectionate action coming to her completely subconsciously. "Yeah, me too." She replied with a low chuckle, deep blue eyes still boring into you, even while you were turned away.
While Billie was gazing at you, she just barely noticed something on your face; specifically, on the tiny corner of your lips. It was a smudge of chocolate, from the s'mores that you all shared earlier and made sticky messes with. She giggled to herself, and without even thinking, she reached over the armrest of her chair and wiped it away with her thumb.
The sudden gesture got you to look at her again, surprise coloring your features. You didn't make any moves to stop her, though, letting her continue to wipe the smudge away until it was clean.
"Sorry," Billie said with a meek smile. "It was just chocolate. From earlier."
You nodded, trying (and failing) to ignore the way your cheeks warmed at the simple action. Billie only made matters worse for you when you saw her stick her thumb in her mouth, licking away the chocolate that was just on your face. Before you could even stop yourself, you found your eyes trailing back to her lips, watching as her tongue licked away any excess chocolate, swirling around her thumb.
This time, there was no ignoring the way your heart rate spiked. Your own bottom lip was pulled between your teeth as gazed at her, and for a split second, you could have sworn her eyes glanced at your mouth as well. It was dark, and you were growing tired, so your eyes easily could've been playing tricks on you. But then, you saw her lean in, and that you were sure you didn't imagine.
She still had a light smirk resting on her face as she maintained eye contact with you, her eyes undoubtedly lowering toward your mouth a second time.
You froze. You couldn't move, couldn't speak. You were afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing.
Billie had opened her mouth to say something, but before any words could come out, Eva had playfully shouted:
"Last one back inside is a rotten egg!"
Billie quickly pulled away, her attention being caught by the two sisters dashing back toward the cabin, chuckling the entire way there.
When Billie looked back at you, you noticed a tinge of redness in her cheeks as she shyly tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
"We should rest. Big day tomorrow." She said, a hint of excitement in her tired voice.
You downed the rest of your lemonade in one big gulp. When you were finished, you were the first to stand up, looking down at Billie who was still seated with a friendly smile, trying to conceal the panic you were feeling from just moments ago.
"Don't be a rotten egg," You spoke, starting the trek back to the cabin. Billie just laughed at that, putting out the fire before following suit.
You didn't have a very restful sleep. You couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in front of that fire. Or rather, what could have happened, had Eva not interrupted.
You stored the memory away for some other time, not wanting to dwell on it.
STARGAZING
For most people, 9 P.M. was a time for winding down; but with your three chaotic friends, there was no winding down in sight, even with the sun long having dipped below the horizon.
Jane and Eva both decided to work on cooking dinner, with you and Billie as spectators. It was supposed to be a simple pasta dish, but Jane insisted on making the sauce from scratch. But frankly, not much was getting done, as Jane, Eva, and Billie were far to preoccupied with the music blaring from the bluetooth speaker. You watched from your seat at the kitchen island as Billie used a large wooden spoon as her own personal microphone, with Jane and Eva acting as background singers, and you were pretending to be their very engaged audience member. You absolutely couldn't deny that the three of them sounded amazing together, harmonizing perfectly, their voices blending together with ease. In another universe, you could genuinely imagine them on a big stage together instead of small, humble kitchen.
Eventually, the laughter and the performances came to an end, and after restarting the recipe at least three times, dinner was finally being made. Jane and Eva returned to focusing on the pasta noodles and homemade sauce (with a salad on the side, of course), and Billie occupied herself with playing on her Switch, seated on the couch as episodes of The Office played softly in the background.
It was quiet; but not an awkward quiet. It was tranquil, the sound of sauce simmering away on the stove and romaine lettuce being tossed filling the kitchen. You glanced at Billie, who was very much in her whole little world, eyebrows furrowed as she focused intently on whatever game she was currently playing. With Billie lost in concentration, you took that time to let your gaze linger a little, admiring how much she looked like the epitome of softness in her cozy sweatpants and oversized band tee. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, but some stubborn strands of dark hair still fell in front of her face, and you had the urge to go over there and tuck them behind her ear while she played.
In an attempt to keep your mind from thinking up any other crazy things, you turned your attention back to Jane and Eva. Jane was currently putting some pre-made breadsticks in the oven.
"You guys need help with anything?" You asked, feeling the urge to make yourself useful, as you were the only one not occupied with anything at the moment.
"Nah, we got this!" Eva said, keeping her eyes on the pot of sauce, stirring it slowly. "Thanks, though."
You nodded. "Of course…"
As you trailed off, your gaze then wandered out the tall windows, taking in the darkness of the outside. Impulsively, you felt an itch to get some fresh air.
"I'm gonna go outside. I'll be back in when it's time to eat." You said, standing up from your seat at the island. Jane just gave you a thumbs up, and Eva muttered a quick "K!" as she picked up her phone, probably to put some music back on.
You gave Billie a quick glance. You noticed that she was already looking at you. You just gave her a lopsided smile before sliding on some slip-ons and heading out, ignoring the way your heart jumped at any small amount of attention she gave you.
When you made it outside, the first thing that hit was the cool breeze. You were wearing a hoodie and some pajama pants, though, so you weren't too terribly cold. The delicious smell of pasta and breadsticks was quickly replaced with the smell of nature, the aroma coming from the dirt and the surrounding vegetation no less pleasant.
Immediately, you also noticed that there were many stars out tonight, shining beautifully from their place in the sky. You grabbed a blanket that had accidentally been left out on a chair on the porch and laid it down on a patch of land a little bit further out from the house, deciding to lay flat on your back, so you could look up directly at the night sky.
You allowed yourself to get completely lost in the stars, admiring the brightness of each of them, their unique sizes. It was like staring at an endless abyss, but rather than being terrifying, it was actually quite comforting. If anything, it reminded you of just how beautiful the vastness of the universe was.
"Want company?"
Suddenly, you heard Billie's voice behind you, and even without looking at her you could hear the smirk in her voice. You slowly sat up, turning around to be met with Billie, standing there expectedly, her hair removed from its ponytail and framing her face in pretty waves.
"I always want company." You replied with a smile, scooting over to make space for Billie to lay next you.
She was quick to do just that, getting herself comfortable atop the blanket. The two of you laid back down together, so close your shoulders were touching. You could just faintly make out Billie's perfume amongst the smell of the grass and leaves around you.
"Were you napping out here?" Billie inquired, half-serious, half-joking. You chuckled, absentmindedly fiddling with the fabric of the blanket beneath you as you continued gazing up at the sky.
"No," You replied. "Just… stargazing."
"I see," Billie commented. She let out a sigh, a smile lingering on her face as her eyes tried to scan the hundreds of stars above her all at once. "It's beautiful out here." Her voice came out soft, barely above a whisper.
"Yeah." You quietly agreed.
For a few minutes, there was a comfortable silence that settled between the two of you. It was moments like these that you enjoyed with Billie the most; moments where the two of you were just occupying the same space. No words were even needed, nor was there ever an obligation to do anything with the other; just existing together, breathing the same air, was meaningful enough to you. This moment in particular—lying next to Billie, her perfume washing you in sense of comfort, the night sky enveloping you both in a formless embrace—was a moment you were sure to remember, even long after the trip was over.
"Y'know," Billie began, pulling you out of the recesses of your mind. "I can actually identify some constellations."
You whipped your head over to look at her, both eyebrows raising in surprise and your eyes widening with curiosity. "Really?"
Billie's contagious cackles filled the air almost immediately. "Nope. Kidding."
At that, you rolled your eyes, lightly swatting at her. "You're annoying." You stated, but there was no genuine harshness in your tone.
Billie turned her head to meet your gaze. "You love it." She spoke, a teasing smile lighting up her features.
You simply chuckled in response, knowing full well that what Billie had said was entirely true.
You both were just staring at each other now, the stars just barely illuminating your faces. At some point, you rolled over on your side, still facing Billie, and Billie did the same, leaving the two of you so close to one another that your noses could brush against each other's if either one of you just slightly scooted forward. You could even just faintly feel Billie's breath fan across your face, getting the smallest hint of the mint gum she was chewing a while ago.
In the quietness of this moment, a thought had reoccurred to you.
"Hey, so…" You tucked an arm underneath your head for support as you continued speaking. "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything." Billie replied, the answer coming out of her so swiftly and with so much sincerity in her tone it nearly made your heart skip a beat.
"It's about… last night. During the bonfire. It seemed like you were going to tell me something before Eva interrupted. What… what was it?"
Billie had suddenly shifted, her expression morphing from warm into something a bit more unreadable. Not cold, or distant by any means, just… unreadable.
"Oh, I was just, uh…" She trailed off, a contemplative glint in her eyes as she chose her next words carefully. "I was just about to ask you if you wanted to go back inside, since you had told me you were tired." Billie explained slowly, almost as if she wasn't even sure of the response she was giving you. She was sporting a somewhat awkward grin, different from her usual playful and confident ones. There was no doubt some kind of change in atmosphere now, but you couldn't pinpoint what had caused it.
Upon hearing Billie's reply, you couldn't help but feel a small but sharp pang of sadness pierce you. With the way she had glanced at your lips (you remember the moment vividly, as it never left your mind for the entire day), you were hoping that maybe she had been thinking what you were thinking in the moment. That she also felt that intense connection that you had felt.
"Oh… okay." You said, trying to hide the disappointment in your tone. You smiled back at her to mask any traces of dejection in your expression.
But Billie, being ever so observant, could sense that there was something else on the tip of your tongue.
"Has something been on your mind lately? It just… seems like something has been bothering you." Billie questioned, eyebrows pinched together in mild concern.
The truthful answer sat heavy on your tongue. You wanted to tell her that she had been the on your mind lately. That she was all you could think about. But your mouth couldn't form the words; you weren't going to lay all of that on her now, not so suddenly.
You must have been quiet for too long, because Billie had spoken up again. "You don't have to tell me anything right now. You can tell me tomorrow, or even at the end of this trip. Just know that you can tell me anything."
You simply nodded, not trusting your voice enough to verbalize anything. Billie smiled at you, giving your arm a supportive squeeze. Your heart swelled up at the concern she had for you. There was a part of you that felt bad for seemingly making Billie worry, but you just couldn't help the fact that your feelings were a mess.
Once again, silence fell between the both of you, and suddenly the stars were long forgotten as you stared into Billie's eyes. She still had that warm smile on her face as she admired you.
Without even being able to help it, your eyes stole yet another glance at her lips. It was quick, fleeting.
"I… I just…" You trailed off, feeling meek, not even exactly sure what you were gearing up to say. Billie just waited patiently, giving you time to form something, anything comprehensible to say in your mind.
But before you can utter a single word, you heard the familiar sound of Jane's voice.
"Dinner's ready and plates are made! Get in here!"
You released a breath you didn't even know you were holding as you watched Billie slowly sit up, groaning a bit as she did so. You joined her, sitting up alongside her, hearing your heart beat in your ears.
"I meant what I said," she spoke. "You can tell me anything. For real." She pointed at you matter-of-factly, one eyebrow quirked. You giggled.
"I'll tell you… once I figure out how to say it." You responded truthfully. Billie nodded.
"No rush," She said softly, with a grin. "Now, let's go eat. I'm starving."
You stood up alongside Billie, following her back inside the cabin happily.
In the far back of your mind, you replayed your own words to yourself.
I'll tell you once I figure out how to say it.
Were you ever going to figure it out?
LATE NIGHT SWIM
The sun was painted in a pretty combination of oranges, pinks, and reds as you, Jane, Eva, and Billie all ran to the lake carrying towels and sunscreen, chuckling gleefully as excitement rushed through all four of you. You had never swam in a lake before today—but like they always say, there was a first for everything.
The lake itself was a stunning blue, the sunlight reflected in the waves, making for such a beautiful sight that it nearly took your breath away. You stood still at the shore, taking it all in as Jane and Eva set out the chairs around you.
Suddenly, Billie had jogged past you, already heading into the water with a wide smile lighting up her face. You tore your eyes away from the idyllic sunset and placed them on Billie instead, who was clad in a matching black two-piece, hair down and flowing in the breeze. She had already gotten knee-deep, and she turned around to meet your gaze.
"Get in here!" She yelled, and immediately you found yourself grinning ear-to-ear, doing as she said and trudging your way through the water.
Soon enough, Jane and Eva joined as well, bringing pool floaties with them.
Time seemed to slow down as the four you chatted away about everything and nothing under the sun, laughing until your cheeks started to hurt. For a little while, you guys played around with a beach ball that Billie had brought, tossing it back and forth for ages, feeling like little kids again; it was a simple game, but it didn't take much for any of you to be thoroughly entertained. In this moment, the four of you felt like the only people in the world.
Normally, your mind would be focused on having fun with your friends—and while you were genuinely having a good time—your mind couldn't stop latching onto other things. Things it normally didn't care about.
Like the way the water droplets from the lake dripped down Billie's body, glistening from the sun's golden rays. Or the way Billie bit her lip every now and then in concentration, taking this silly game of water volleyball very seriously. Her hair, completely soaked, was pushed back and out of her face, only adding to her ethereal aura. You had been friends with Billie for a long time and her beauty was something you were always aware of; but something had clearly shifted recently. Now you felt all too aware of how strikingly gorgeous she was, in a way that was almost infuriating.
Eventually, after a few beach ball tosses and some poorly made sandcastles later, the four of you were packing up to leave. The sun was almost fully below the horizon now, the sky dark and the air around you slightly more brisk. Billie suggested that the four of you take a group photo, with Billie being the self-appointed selfie stick to the best of her ability. Ava and Jane had their arms wrapped around each other, and Billie had hers around your waist, her chin on your shoulder as she looked into the lens of the camera. Your pulse quickened at her touch; something you were glad Billie couldn't notice.
After the group photo, Jane and Ava hurriedly ahead, giggling about something between the rwo of them with their towels slung over their shoulders. You and Billie on the other hand, stayed behind. You noticed that Billie was still caught on the view of the night sky and the calm water, snapping more photos of the sight before her. Normally, you would've been captured by the view too, but Billie was far prettier.
She caught you staring when she suddenly turned around, sporting a gentle, easy-going smile. "It's gorgeous, right?" She asked you, seemingly oblivious to the fact that you were already looking at her.
You nodded, smiling back at her. "Yeah, it is. I'm sure those photos will come out great."
"Oh, for sure. I can't wait to print them all out. We should do a scrapbook with them or something." She said, walking closer to you. Her eyes tore away from her camera and peered into yours instead, her blue eyes light and full of mirth.
"Oh, we're so doing that," you replied softly, chuckling lightly to yourself. Aftet the words were spoken, there was a silence that filled the air; one that you suddenly made you very aware of how close Billie was standing next to you. You couldn't ignore the intimacy of the moment; it was just the two of you and the occasional sound of the water moving around the both of you. The two of you held eye contact for a good few minutes, and rather than it feeling awkward, the atmosphere felt very charged—charged with something that you couldn't quite decipher. As you were looking into Billie's eyes, you got the sense that she could feel it, too—the strange shift in the air. But her next words promptly made you set the weird atmpshere change aside in your mind.
"We should take a picture together. Just the two of us, here." Billie suggested with a grin. You immediately found yourself nodding, already ready to get into position to pose for a photo, extending your arm so that Billie could slot herself in next to you, her own arm going around your waist. She did the classic Billie pose where she smushed her cheek directly against yours, causing a few giggles to erupt out of you. Billie quickly snapped a couple photos, you and her both changing facial expressions for each one.
But when she lowered the camera, she didn't immediately move away from your side; she stayed put, continuing to look at you fondly.
In this moment, you decided to play with fire again. Your eyes dropped down to her lips, and then back to her eyes. After doing so, you didn't miss the way Billie swallowed, her light smile slowly fading away as she continued gazing at you. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears now.
Was this the moment? The moment where you would speak the truth once and for all?
You opened your mouth to speak—it was just the two of you, alone. And for some reason, you were feeling courageous. You weren't sure were the courage came from, but it was there, and you felt like you needed to take advantage of it; that was, until Ava and Jane called for the both of you.
"Thought you guys got eaten by a shark or something. Are y'all coming?" Ava joked, yelling from her place in the grass several feet ahead of the both of you.
"There are no sharks in the lake, Ava." Jane retaliated, to which Ava lightly shoved her, rolling her eyes.
At that moment, you and Billie finally pulled away. It suddenly felt much colder without her pressed into your side.
Billie looked at you for just a few extra seconds before looking ahead. "We're comin'!" She replied. She threw a glance over her shoulder, smiling lightly. "We should catch up."
You nodded, feeling the warmth in your cheeks. You felt like you could vomit. You were so close to either completely destroying the relationship you had with Billie or completely changing it. Now, you'd never know. At least, not until you could up muster up the courage again. You weren't sure if you ever would.
"Yeah." You simply replied, following behind Billie.
The two of you still were a bit far from Ava and Jane but still trailing close. At some point during the journey back home, Billie nudged your shoulder.
"What were you gonna tell me earlier?" She asked, and you felt your heart rate speed up yet again.
"Um…" You trailed off, silently mulling over your next words in your mind. "Just… just that… y'know what, it really wasn't important."
Billie eyed you suspisciously. "You sure?"
You chuckled nervously. "Yes, I'm sure," you continued to lie. "I was just gonna tell you some stupid joke. I forgot it now, so don't tell me to bring it up again."
Billie nodded slowly, still looking at you with an inquiring gaze. You hoped your lie sounded convincing enough; but you also knew that she knew you too well. However, much to your relief, Billie didn't seem to question you further. Either she truly did believe you, or she could tell you weren't ready to tell whatever you were actually going to confess. Regardless, you were grateful.
"Okay, then. Well, when you do remember the joke, tell me." She said with a teasing grin, nudging your shoulder again.
"Will do," you replied, wearing the same expression. After the exchange, the both of you caught up with Ava and Jane, joining them in their conversation about what the scariest sea creature was. Billie started going off about how whales utterly terrified her. Externally, you were looking at her as she passionately gave her speech, chuckling at her seriousness in an otherwise lighthearted conversaiton; internally, though, you were burying your feelings yet again, trying to ignore the way your heart ached.
i finished the last few touches on my makeup before i spun around in my vanity chair to see my girlfriend looking intently at some old camcorder. i don't know why we can't just use our regular camera, but i'd never say that to her face.
i stood from my seat and made my way to the end of the bed where she sat. even then, she didn't acknowledge my presence, so i grabbed her chin and forced her to face me.
"what's wrong with it?" i asked her. her brows furrowed, and she chewed at her bottom lip briefly before finally releasing it.
"nothing, im just scared the video won't save," she said. her wide eyes darting from me back to the camcorder, making me roll my eyes.
"then we can use both cameras. im tired of waiting," i said, patting her thigh impatiently.
she stood and i took her seat on the edge of the bed, i watched her move around the room, placing our usual camera onto a tripod with careful hands. for some reason, it was ridiculously sexy to me that she knew how to work all those lights and the camera so effortlessly.
every now and then she'd glance through the viewfinder, making small adjustments until everything looked exactly the way she wanted it.
once everything was properly set up, she began repositioning the lights so they bounced perfectly off our skin, casting a bright glow across the room.
while she worked, i slowly started unbuttoning the oversized button-down shirt i had on. the fabric slipped open inch by inch, revealing the black lace set underneath, a tiny pink bow sitting neatly in the center of my chest. i could feel her eyes flicker toward me between adjustments, even when she tried to stay focused on the cameras.
her hands paused on one of the light stands for the briefest second before she looked over at me fully this time. the focused look in her eyes softened, slowly dragging down my body as if she was taking in every detail i'd carefully put together for her.
"you're distracting me," she muttered, though the small smile tugging at her lips told me she didn't mind at all.
i leaned back against my palms, tilting my head innocently. "i'm not doing anything."
she rolled her eyes quietly and turned back toward the camera, but i noticed the way her ears had started turning pink. it only made me grin wider.
finally, she stepped back to admire her setup before letting out a satisfied sigh. "okay," she said, brushing her fingers through her hair. "everything's ready."
she crossed the room toward me slowly, the camcorder loose in her hand while the tiny red light blinked steadily.
she stopped right in front of me before tilting the camcorder slightly, the screen facing her as she adjusted the angle.
"hold still," she murmured softly.
i rolled my eyes but stayed exactly where i was, leaning back against my palms while she stepped even closer between my knees.
billie's lips curved faintly at whatever she saw through the viewfinder.
her thumb brushed against my knee absentmindedly while she kept recording, occasionally glancing away from the screen just to look at me directly instead.
i reached forward, fingers hooking into the belt loop of her jeans to pull her closer until she was standing right between my legs.
billie lowered the camcorder slightly before leaning in to kiss me.
i could feel her smiling faintly against my lips when my hands slid higher beneath her shirt, fingertips dragging across warm skin.
the kiss lingered while the camcorder stayed loosely balanced in billie's hand, the footage shaking slightly every time either of us moved.
my fingers stayed curled beneath her shirt for another second before i slowly pulled back.
billie watched me carefully through half-lidded eyes as i pushed myself further onto the bed.
the camcorder followed instantly.
i smiled a little at that.
one of my hands slid to the buttons of my oversized shirt again, undoing the few that still remained closed while she recorded from above me. the fabric loosened more with each movement until it barely clung to my arms anymore.
her gaze alone made heat creep up my neck.
i let the shirt slip fully down my arms this time before tossing it carelessly somewhere beside the bed.
the lace underneath contrasted sharply against the white lighting surrounding us, delicate details standing out perfectly beneath the cameras.
i heard billie inhale quietly.
the camcorder dipped lower instinctively, tracing slowly over my body before lifting back toward my face again.
i bit back a smile at how obvious she was being.
she stepped closer between my knees once again, i tilted my head back slightly to look directly into the camcorder, the tiny screen reflected back at me, flushed cheeks, glossy lips against bright white lighting.
my fingers slid slowly beneath the hem of her shirt before pushing it upward inch by inch.
the camera trembled slightly in her hand as more skin was exposed, thick shadows sharpening along her toned stomach and ribs.
i kept my eyes fixed on the lens while i leaned forward.
then my lips brushed against the center of her stomach softly.
the camcorder dipped lower instinctively, catching the slow movement of my mouth trailing upward against her skin while my hands rested against her hips.
i could feel her stomach tense beneath my lips when i kissed just above her belly button before dragging my tongue lightly upward.
"baby," she breathed quietly.
i smiled against her skin for another second before slowly pulling back. i looked up at her through my lashes, then shifted further onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows. my hands moved down to the waistband of my panties, and i hooked my thumbs underneath, sliding them down my thighs in one smooth motion before tossing them aside.
billie's eyes followed every movement. the camcorder stayed pointed right at me as i let my legs fall open, the bright lights catching every detail. i brought my hand between my thighs and dragged my fingers through my wetness, circling my clit slowly at first. a soft breath left me as i pressed a little harder, my hips rolling up into my own touch.
i kept my gaze on the lens while i touched myself, two fingers sliding inside with a quiet wet sound before pulling back out again. my other hand came up to rest on my stomach, then drifted higher to brush over the lace of my bra.
i spread my legs a little wider for her, letting my knees fall open completely. my fingers moved in slow, steady strokes, sometimes circling my clit, sometimes pushing deeper inside me. every time i pressed in i let out a soft sound, my back arching slightly off the bed.
i bit my lip, moving my fingers faster now, my thighs started to tremble. i glanced up at billie again, catching the way her eyes kept flicking between the viewfinder and my face. she looked completely focused, the camera trembling just a little every time i let out a louder moan. i used my free hand and pushed my bra down, exposing my breasts to the bright lights and the lens, then pinched one nipple gently while my other hand kept working between my legs.
billie stepped in closer, her free hand coming up to brush her thumb slowly across my parted lips. the pad of it dragged lightly over the bottom one before she pressed it forward, slipping it into my mouth.
i closed my lips around it without thinking, sucking gently, my tongue brushing against the tip. billie's eyes flicked from the viewfinder down to my mouth, watching the way i took her thumb deeper. a small, pleased hum left her as she slowly pulled it back out, only to slide it in again, teasing the movement.
"keep going," she murmured, voice low and a little rough. "you doing so good for me, mama."
she kept her thumb in my mouth while i worked between my legs, letting me suck on it as i circled my clit faster. every time i moaned around her thumb, she pushed it a little deeper, then eased it back, playing with the rhythm. her gaze stayed locked on the tiny screen, catching every detail—the way my lips looked stretched around her thumb, the flush spreading down my chest, the way my thighs kept trembling.
billie pulled her thumb free for a second, dragging the wet pad across my bottom lip again before pushing two fingers past them instead. i sucked on those too, eyes half-lidded as i looked up at the camcorder. she held them there, letting me work my mouth around them while my own fingers moved faster inside me.
"such a good girl," she breathed, the praise soft but teasing.
my hips jerked as the pleasure crested, a broken whine slipping out around nothing as my walls fluttered and clenched around my own fingers. i came hard, thighs shaking, eyes squeezing shut for a second before fluttering open again to meet the lens of the camcorder. billie watched me the whole time, that little smirk never leaving her face as my fingers kept moving through the aftershocks, drawing it out until i was gasping and oversensitive, my body still twitching with little pulses of pleasure.
when the last tremor faded, i slowly pulled my fingers free, glistening and wet. i held them up between us, then reached for her, pressing them to her lips.
"open," i whispered, voice still shaky.
billie's eyes flicked to my fingers, then back to me. she parted her lips obediently and i pushed my fingers into her mouth, letting her taste me. she sucked them clean without breaking eye contact, i held them there a little longer than necessary, just to watch her cheeks hollow, the wet sound of her mouth soft but clear in the quiet room while i caught my breath.
"good girl," i murmured back to her.
she pulled back slowly, lips shiny, then sat the camcorder off to the side and started undressing. her shirt came off first, followed by her jeans, each piece dropped carelessly to the floor until she was bare.
billie grabbed the camera yet again, she was so close to me i could feel the heat of her skin brushing mine as she flipped me onto my hands and knees. billie's free hand came down firm on my ass, the sharp slap echoing as she rubbed the spot right after, soothing the sting before her fingers slid lower. she toyed with my clit for a moment, slow teasing strokes that made me push back against her touch, my hips grinding back as she circled and pressed just enough to make me whimper.
billie dragged the thick tip of her dick slowly through my soaked pussy, coating herself in my wetness before rubbing it over my clit in firm strokes. each pass made me shiver and push back, chasing the pressure, my breath hitching every time she lingered on my sensitive spot.
with a low groan, billie lined herself up and thrust in deep, burying every inch in one hard stroke that knocked the air out of me. she didn't give me time to catch my breath, her hips snapped forward again and again, pounding into me with a rough, relentless rhythm that had my thighs shaking under the force of it.
"you taking this dick so good," she rasped, voice strained as she kept the camera trained on where she was fucking me open. one hand stayed on my hip, yanking me back to meet every brutal thrust, while the wet slap of skin echoed through the room.
billie didn't let up for even a second, her hips driving forward with that same rough, steady force that had my whole body rocking beneath her. every thrust pushed the air out of my lungs, the stretch of her dick dragging against my walls in a way that left me trembling.
her hand came down hard on my ass again, the sharp slap ringing out before she gripped my hips tighter and spoke, "throw that ass back for me. come on, work for it."
i pushed back without hesitation, moving my hips and meeting every brutal thrust with my own. the new rhythm made it feel even deeper, the wet, obscene sound of skin meeting skin growing louder with each movement. my arms quivering from the effort, but i kept going, throwing it back harder, chasing the way she filled me completely.
after a few strokes i turned my head, shooting a heated, almost angry glare straight at the camera, my eyes half-lidded with lust but narrowed in frustration at how good it felt, how deep she was, how helpless i looked getting fucked like this.
billie gave one cheek sharp slap before spreading me wider, gripping me tight as she yanked me back onto her dick with every deep thrust. "that dick feelin good hm?" she rasped, voice thick with pleasure as she kept the camera trained on where she was splitting me open.
i pushed back harder, arms shaking from the effort, my voice coming out needy and broken between moans, "yes... yes it feels so good, please don't stop, it's so deep." billie groaned low at my answer and retightened her grip, my thighs started to shake harder and i could feel myself dripping down her dick with every thrust.
my moans started turning into broken little whimpers as the feeling built higher and higher. i could feel myself getting wetter, my arms were shaking bad but i still tried to push back, chasing that feeling until the words started spilling out of me without thinking.
"daddy can i cum please can i, i need it," i begged, voice shaky and desperate.
billie let out a hum of approval and my whole body locked up as i started cumming, a loud moan ripping out of me while my pussy pulsed hard around her dick. yet she didn't stop, making my orgasm drag out even longer. my thighs trembled and my hips jerked on their own, the wet sounds getting messier as i kept clenching around her.
i moaned into the sheets while she fucked me through it, pulling me back onto her dick again and again. the pleasure kept pulsating through me in heavy waves, my body shaking as she made sure i felt every inch while i continued to paint her length with my wetness.
billie slowed down and pulled out, the sudden emptiness making me whimper as my pussy clenched around nothing. she flipped me onto my back with ease, spreading my legs wide open so nothing was hidden from the camera. the cool air hit my soaked pussy for a second before she brought the camcorder down close, angling it right between my thighs to film how wet and messy i was.
her thumb found my swollen clit right away, rubbing slow and steady circles over the sensitive nub while she filmed every twitch and drip. i was still shaking from the first orgasm, my hips jerking slightly every time her thumb pressed down. the overstimulation made my moans come out soft and broken as she kept rubbing me, making sure the camera caught every little reaction.
billie slid back inside me with one slow, deep thrust, the stretch making my eyes flutter shut for a second. once she was buried deep, billie moved the hand that had been rubbing my clit and pressed it flat against my lower stomach instead. she kept the pressure firm as she deep stroked me, pushing down slightly so i could feel every inch of her even more. the added pleasure made my back arch off the bed, a shaky moan slipping out as the sensation felt almost too intense.
my hands reached up without thinking, sliding over billie's abdomen first, feeling the way her muscles flexed with every thrust. i caressed her slowly, my fingers tracing along her stomach before moving up to her back, feeling the shift of her shoulders as she kept fucking me. the touch felt almost tender compared to how deep she was stroking me.
my hands kept moving, one sliding up to the back of her neck while the other stayed on her abdomen. i rubbed small circles against her skin, feeling the heat of her body as she kept the camcorder angled down between us. billie moaned low at the feeling of my hands on her, her strokes staying deep while i touched her wherever i could reach.
her rhythm started getting a little faster and rougher, the wet sounds growing louder as she fucked me. on one deep thrust her dick slipped out completely, the sudden emptiness making me whine.
but billie bit her bottom lip, grabbing her dick and slapping it down against my swollen clit a few times, the wet sound of it hitting my sensitive skin filling the room.
"put it back in baby," she rasped, voice low and thick as she rubbed the tip of her dick over my clit. she kept the camcorder angled down, filming every second of it while she waited for me to reach down. my hand moved without thinking, wrapping around her and lining her up again as she pushed my thigh up and open with her free hand.
my hand trembled slightly as i guided the tip back to my entrance with a soft whimper. billie pushed forward in one long, deep stroke that filled me completely again and made my back arch off the bed. the sudden fullness drew a broken moan from my throat while billie's hips started moving in deep, steady thrusts that rocked my entire body.
billie adjusted her grip on the camcorder, tilting it higher so the lens clearly captured the way my tits bounced with every rough stroke she gave me, my wetness growing louder as billie fucked me harder.
"billie," i gasped, voice shaking, "i'm gonna cum— fuck, i'm so close." my walls started fluttering around her dick as the pleasure built fast and sharp. billie kept the pace steady and deep, letting the camcorder record every second of my face twisting in pleasure.
i came with a loud, broken cry, my pussy clenching and pulsing hard around her dick as i soaked her in a rush of wetness. my whole body shook through the orgasm, thighs trembling while billie fucked me through it, the intensity left me gasping and boneless against the sheets.
billie pulled out at the last moment, stroking herself quickly as she came with a low groan. thick ropes of cum painted across my stomach in hot spurts, the camcorder capturing every drop that landed on my skin. billie's hand kept moving until she was empty, breathing hard while the lens stayed focused on the mess she'd made.
tw - angst, mentions of cigarette usage and the high off it.
hangover.
the smoke was intoxicating. one drag after the other, letting your brain turn fuzzy and all your problems float away just for a moment.
it had been... difficult, for you lately. you were almost always busy with something, work consuming most of your life. when you were at home, it was as if you were a hollow shell of your normal happy self, your milky skin turned dull and your eyebrows always creased due to stress or anger. some of this was thanks to work, most of it from billie.
in truth, your mental health had taken a toll on you, and you were struggling. you were juggling your own happiness, but it felt like you were juggling billie's happiness too.
she hadn't been taking your long absences well, and in an effort to cope with that, she did what she knew best.
manipulate.
it was the reason you were late to work almost everyday, trying to convince billie to let you go, then telling her it's not a good idea to talk to her ex while you were gone. sometimes she'd fake cry, make up some unfunny joke about how she hated you or was going to break up with you.
she didn't understand that sometimes you just won't have a lot of time for her but you still tried as hard as you could to get quality time with her. it hurts you, every time it happens.
then sometimes she'd snap at you without meaning too, then end up crying about it so you'd have to comfort her while your brain whirlwinds to try and figure out what you did wrong.
you felt... numb.
you take another drag of your cigarette, coughing slightly and running a hand through your hair from the discomfort in your mind. it was like a storm, thoughts tearing at each other then calming with each inhale of the ashy smoke.
you were walking out of your workplace for the night, almost an hour past your normal leaving time. flicking your cigarette to the ground, you send a text to billie.
"omw home, missed you n i love you."
you wait for a few beats, feeling the soft buzz in your hand as you went to view the message.
"k."
you felt your heart squeeze a bit, both from guilt and from the numbness. you run another hand through your hair and fidget with your bracelet as you walk to your car, your cigarette smoking on the pavement of the parking lot.
on the way home, you were imagining all the possibilities that could happen when you walked through that door tonight, and none of them were good, tapping against your wheel anxiously as you drove.
you opened the door to your apartment slightly, sliding in and shaking your shoes off next to it. you sigh and glance around for billie until you hear a sharp exhale. you glance around the kitchen corner to see her leaning against the counter, her hands covering her face like shes trying to defend herself from the world.
before you could even get a word out, she was up. she pushed off the counter and stood in front of you, a blank smile on her face.
"you're finally back! it was so boring but, you know i just talked to amy most of the day. i missed how funny she is, her laugh is adorable."
you feel a prick at the back of your neck, knowing that this was probably what you were going to walk into. amy was billies ex, and every time you're gone for a while she decides to spend that time with her. it makes you sick, amy treated billie terribly, yet she did it just to piss you off.
your work day was exhausting, and this was the final straw for you.
"i'm so done with this."
billie looks at you, giving you a faux-innocent look. "with what?"
you pinched the bridge of your nose, anger, hurt, and a whirlwind of emotions storming into your brain.
"anytime i'm gone you're talking to her! sometimes you fall asleep on the phone with her for fucks sake! just because i've been busy lately doesn't mean that you have to make me feel like shit every time i leave and then make me feel even worse when i get back! this is exhausting, billie."
billie looks at you with glossy eyes, the tears you know all to well starting to bubble up. this is what she does, make you feel terrible and then have you comfort her for it.
"b-but.." she stuttered out, "i-i just felt so alone and upset.. and.."
you cut her off before she could continue, "billie. i can't keep doing this anymore, it's so emotionally draining to be busy all fucking day, and then come back to someone whos trying to make me mad. i-i can't."
you sniffle, trying to hold in the tears because you loved billie so much, you just couldn't do it anymore. it was to much for you, drowning in this sea of numb and confusion.
it clicks in billies mind, her back straightening as she looks at you, "what are you saying..?"
"i-i'm getting a hotel... f-for the night. i want you gone i-in.." your voice wavers, your heart screaming at you to stop but your brain knowing it needs to, "i-in the morning."
you see the realization flash across her eyes, and you leave before she gets the satisfaction of seeing how upset you really were.
you got to your car and locked yourself in it, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. you take a drag, the good kind of numb taking over the bad and swirling into nothingness. you wished it was different, you wished you could be with her, but you couldn't take it anymore, it hurt to much to stay.
warnings -> smut, strap usage, slight intox (still consensual), sloppy fuck, p in v (r!recieving), one night stand, fingering (r!recieving), oral (r!recieving)
a/n - first smut oneshot PLEASE no judgement if this is actually ass, and expect do you love me ? pt 2 out sometime in the next few days. luv you all
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your friends invited you to the club, blabbering how you never had any 'real' fun and that you needed to get out more. you, desperate to prove them wrong, downed as many shots as you could the moment you were aloud inside. thats how you ended up having a sloppy makeout session with this chick you were grinding against on the dance floor around ten minutes ago.
she was beautiful, black hair and an amazing style. if you were in the right headspace you'd ask her out. but, your short, dark blue skirt was to tight, pressing a little to much against your ass and thighs, you're drunk, and the heat between your legs is pooling and needs to be released somehow. she was basically a lesbian's wet dream, but with the amount of alcohol coursing through you, right now she's making you an amount of wet that would only happen in a dream.
she pulled away from the kiss, her words slurring together as she dragged you into the family bathroom "c'mere... lemme make you feel good" she had barely closed the door when she was on you again, kissing you and squeezing your breasts in each of her hands.
you moaned, her hand now on your left breast as she kissed down the right one. you had managed to shimmy out of your skirt, the fluorescent light of the family bathroom buzzing above you and her as she knelt down in front of you, dragging your panties down. as you were processing what was even happening, her tongue was on you, pressing, sucking, moving inside you.
the pleasure made you sink to the floor, your head against the door as she continued to fuck you with her tongue. your moans were like heaven to the girl, the more high pitched they got the faster she went. your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut, feeling the tight coil in your stomach threatening to boil over. you barely had the words "i-i think i'm gonna-" before she added her fingers too, slipping in two fingers inside you as she sucked on your clit.
she moaned against your clit "mm yeah cum for me pretty girl." and you immediately folded, trying to stifle your moans by biting your lip as you came undone on her tongue. you were in the bathroom of course, people would get suspicious if they heard your loud moans. wave after wave, you clenched around her fingers as you tried to catch your breath.
you watched the girl as she fumbled with her own pants, the air you were trying to regain knocking out of you when your eyes landed on a bulge pressing against her panties as she tantalizingly pulled them down, revealing a large strap on against her pale skin. she pulled her fingers out of you, gathering up your cum spilling onto the floor and pumping it onto her cock, making it act as a lube for when she'd slam it into you.
she smirked as she looked down at you, licking her lips with a fiery hunger behind her ice-blue eyes, "mmm so pretty for me baby... all pretty and spread... ready to be fucked..."
her voice was like heaven, you already felt yourself getting worked up again as she hooked your legs around her waist, her tip pressing insistently against your entrance.
the world was blurry, but you wanted this. your body needed this. she slowly pushed inside of you and you cried out, feeling her length stretching you open with every millimeter she moved. her head fell back, moaning as she watched your cunt swallow up all of her strap until your hips were pressed together. her pelvis was right against yours and she ground up against you, making you see stars behind your eyelids and a choked moan fell from your mouth.
she started moving, slowly at first, making sure you were fully adjusted before she sped up. her slow turned into rough. hard. fast. you were slamming against the bathrooms door with every thrust of her hips. tears were blurring your eyes, the pleasure and pain of it all mixing into something you could only describe as ecstasy.
her mouth was open above you, watching her strap ram into you over and over. "you like that don't you? you like getting split open by me?" fell from her breath, the rhythm never consistent and her words barely legible.
your sounds filled the room quickly, the bang of the bathroom door, the squelch of your pussy getting filled by the girl, the slaps of your skin meeting abruptly, both of your moans and gasps and pants dancing in the air.
you felt the coiling start building up in your stomach again, starting to writhe underneath her. the sensitivity of your previous orgasm present and heightened with the mix of the alcohol. "mm- i-i.. i'm close.." you whimpered, your body glistened with sweat and your eyes full with unshed tears of pain and pleasure.
she locked eyes with you, a devilish look in her eyes as she panted out "wanna... hear you scream my name when you cum on my cock... cmon say billie when you clench on me baby."
billie was her name. the name of the girl who was ramming into you and was about to make you cum all over her strap. that was the final push for you, the way her voice was dripping like venom and how she said her name sent you over the edge.
you clamped down on her cock, screaming out her name as your orgasm washed over you. your vision blurred, you teetered on the edge of consciousness, and the only thing you could comprehend was the fullness you felt each time you clenched around her cock.
she followed close behind you, finishing with a groan and her head back, eyes closed in pleasure.
you both sat there for a moment, catching your breath and coming down from your highs. she pulled out, a string of your juices connecting the tip of her strap and your cunt.
you both were insanely out of it, fucked out and drunk. you slowly put your clothes back on, having to pause every so often from the spinning in your head or from how you could barely feel your legs.
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the next morning you woke up in your friends bed, a splitting migraine and only bits and pieces of the night remembered. what you did remember, is the crazed looks you got as you came out of the family stall, and the dried up cum between your legs now, along with multiple dark patches of skin.
warnings: mentions of angst, mild depression, fluffy fluff after
a/n: baby’s first oneshot! she’s a small thing but i’ve been on vacation and wanted to post for proof of life. enjoy 🤍
you’ve done nothing but cry today.
it feels pathetic, almost. the way the tears just keep coming no matter how many times you wipe them away. every little thing you’ve managed to shove down for weeks finally crashed into you all at once, leaving you buried beneath the weight of it.
your family has been stressing you out. school feels suffocating. work feels endless. every responsibility seems to be pressing down on your chest until breathing feels like a chore.
and then there was last night.
the conversation with billie wasn’t a fight. neither of you raised your voices. neither of you said anything cruel. but it was heavy. the kind of conversation that lingers long after it’s over.
the kind that leaves you staring at your ceiling at three in the morning, replaying every word and wondering what she didn’t say. wondering if she’s still upset with you. maybe she was trying to spare your feelings, or she’s been angry this whole time and simply chose not to tell you. then you double back and know she wouldn’t do anything like that to you. but would she?
the endless cycle of thoughts have been eating at you ever since. curled beneath a blanket on your couch, you stare blankly at the television across the room. some show is playing, voices rising and falling through the speakers, but the words sound like complete nonsense. you couldn’t tell anyone what was on if they asked. your eyes have been too swollen and blurry to focus on the screen anyway.
you haven’t eaten much today. every time you think about food, your stomach twists. everything hurts. you’re exhausted. physically, mentally, emotionally. most of all, you just want your girlfriend.
she’s probably worried by now. the thought only makes your chest ache harder. you never answered her text this morning.
bil 🤍: good morning babygirl.
9:33 am
you saw the notification when it popped up. you never opened it. never clicked on it. never responded.
your phone has been face down on the coffee table for hours because every time you considered picking it up, another wave of anxiety crashed over you.
what if she’s upset? what if she doesn’t want to deal with you right now? what if you’re just making things worse?
at some point, you stopped trying to make yourself feel better. you tried earlier. you really did. you tried putting on a comfort show. you tried making tea. you even stood in the kitchen for nearly five minutes staring into the refrigerator, thinking maybe if you forced yourself to eat something you’d feel less awful.
instead, you’d ended up back on the couch. crying. again. the worst part wasn’t even the sadness anymore. it was the loneliness. because all day, every time something hurt, your first instinct had been to text billie. every time. when your mom stressed you out. when work sent another email. when your thoughts started spiraling.
every single time your hand reached for your phone before stopping halfway. you wanted her. you wanted to hear her tell you everything was okay. wanted to hear her call you baby. wanted her to tell you that you weren’t annoying. that she wasn’t upset. that she still loved you exactly the same as she did yesterday.
but your anxiety twisted everything. the questions in your head chased each other around your head until they stopped sounding like questions and started sounding like facts. you had somehow convinced yourself that billie was tired of dealing with you.
which was ridiculous, and you knew it was. billie had spent years proving otherwise. and yet anxiety never cared about evidence. it only cared about fear.
so you stayed curled beneath your blanket while hours slipped by. and the entire time, a small part of you wished she’d somehow know you needed her anyway.
eventually, the silence becomes unbearable. with trembling fingers, you reach for your phone. the screen lights up immediately. missed calls. multiple missed calls. all from billie.
your throat tightens. you open her message, reading the words you’d spent all day avoiding. you know on her phone, the little “read 11:57 am” notification appears beneath it.
you don’t type anything back. you can’t. your mind immediately convinces you that you’re bothering her. she’s busy. you’re being dramatic. she probably has better things to do than deal with you falling apart. you set the phone back down. maybe sleep will help. maybe if you close your eyes long enough, you’ll wake up feeling less awful.
the last thing you remember is pulling the blanket tighter around yourself before exhaustion drags you under. you don’t know how long you’ve been asleep when a knock at the door pulls you awake. it’s soft. gentle. followed by a familiar voice.
“mama? you there?”
your heart nearly stops. another knock. you should get up. you know you should. but your body feels impossibly heavy, and fresh tears are already burning behind your eyes.
so you stay where you are. a few seconds later, there’s the pressing of buttons and the quiet electronic click of your smart lock disengaging. the front door opens. “baby?” billie’s voice echoes through the house. “where are you?”
you slowly push yourself upright, head peaking over the couch. the movement alone feels exhausting. by the time she rounds the corner into the living room, you’re crying again. silent tears slide down your face. your throat is too tight to speak. all you manage is a shaky sniffle.
she’s carrying flowers. your favorite flowers. and a small gift bag. unbeknownst to you, your favorite sweet treat is waiting inside. the sight of them completely breaks whatever composure you had left. another sob escapes you. because of course she brought you flowers. of course she came looking for you.
without hesitation, she sets everything down on the kitchen counter before hurrying back toward you. the couch dips beneath her weight as she kneels beside you. one hand settles carefully on your knee. warm. steady. safe. “hey,” she says softly. “talk to me. what can i do?”
you can’t answer. you just shake your head. more tears spill down your cheeks. finally, you lift your arms toward her. that’s all you have the energy for. billie doesn’t hesitate. she climbs onto the couch beside you and immediately wraps herself around you. one arm curls around your shoulders while the other rubs slow circles up and down your back. you bury your face against her neck and cry. really cry. the kind of crying that makes your chest hurt when you’ve been holding it in all day.
“i got you, baby,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss against your hair. her hand continues moving along your back. slow. gentle. patient. “i got you.” another kiss lands against your temple. “shhhh.” she pulls you closer. “shhhh.”
her voice is barely above a whisper. the same tone she’d use if she were soothing something fragile and precious. and right now, she was. “i’m here.” a kiss against your forehead. “i’m here.” another against your hairline. “you’re safe.” you feel her hold you tighter.
not enough to hurt. just enough to make sure you know she isn’t going anywhere. and for the first time all day, the weight on your chest eases ever so slightly.
happy pride month to every single beautiful soul 🩷
i can’t express what i’m feeling right now. this month is SO important to me that every time the clock hits midnight i always bawl my eyes out.
i wanna say happy pride month to every angel out there that is living peacefully without any homophobic and transhphobic issues.
i wanna say happy pride month to every soul that right now is struggling with their sexuality.
i wanna say happy pride month to every human that is facing homophobic problems in their family, in their house and outside.
i feel so connected to this month and i’m so glad we have a month dedicated to all of us.
a lot of homophobia is still happening today, but getting a month is more than enough. but we can always do more.
today is officially 4 years since i’ve came out as a lesbian. i can’t find the words to tell how proud i am of myself, and the fact that i’ve finally accepted this huge part of me is huge.
every day i’m reminded of who i am, how sinful my life is and how i’m a mistake. but this doesn’t stop me from who i love and who i want to love.
every day i face homophobia even in the tiniest of the ways, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling what im feeling.
every human who is part of the lgbtqia+ community is a strong, powerful and important human being. we dont deserve the hate we get everyday. we should be reminded of how strong we are, and how capable we are to survive in a shitty world like this.
i love all of you guys, and you should love yourself too.
synopsis; as you take on the stage during your set at the o2, billie finds herself unraveling more with every song. she knows you’re putting on a show, but she can’t shake the feeling that it’s meant just for her. by the time the lights go out, she’s convinced she’ll finally get what she wants. what she doesn’t expect is for you to turn the tables completely. by the end of the night, the question isn’t who wants who—it’s who will end up in control.
warnings; gip!billie, popstar!fem!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, size talk, switch billie, switch reader, public teasing, oral r!receiving, fingering, recording, dirty talk
an; thank you so much to my lovey @mscomet for being the best and helping me out with the pictures and synopsis, 💋
The bass from the stage vibrated through the floor, through the soles of Billie's sneakers, up into her bones. She stood in the VIP section of the O2 Arena, surrounded by the people who mattered most—Ava, Jane, Quen, Odessa, her brother Finneas, Claudia, Alex, Rozzi—all of them packed together on the elevated platform, drinks in hand, eyes fixed on the stage. On you.
You were in the middle of your third song, the one that always brought the house down. The one where you changed into that bodysuit.
It was barely anything. A shimmering piece of fabric that hugged every curve, cut so high on your hips that the bottom swell of your ass peeked out, so low-cut that the valley between your breasts was practically on display. The material was sheer enough to hint at the dark circles of your nipples beneath. And when you moved—when you dropped into that slow, rolling grind that made the crowd roar—the suit rode up, exposing the crease where your thigh met your hip.
Billie's throat went dry.
She felt it before she could stop it. That familiar stir low in her belly, the thickening between her legs as her blood rushed south. She tried to shift her weight, cross her arms, do something to hide what was happening, but the baggy black sweatpants she'd worn suddenly felt like they were made of tissue paper. Her cock began to fill, pressing against the soft cotton, and she knew—knew—it was only a matter of seconds before it became unmistakable.
On stage, you dropped to your knees, arching your back, running your hands down your own thighs as you bounced in time with the beat. The crowd screamed. Billie bit the inside of her cheek so hard she tasted copper. Her dick swelled further, the head now clearly outlined through the fabric, a thick ridge that pointed upward and to the left. She tried to adjust herself discreetly, but her hand only made it worse, pressing the fabric tighter against the shaft.
"Whoa," Alex said, elbowing Finneas. He didn't bother to lower his voice. "Dude, did you know she was packing that much heat? Look at that thing. That's not just a chub, that's a full-on boner."
Finneas glanced at his sister, then quickly looked away, a mix of embarrassment and brotherly concern on his face. "Bro, keep it in your pants. Or everyone's gonna see. Seriously. There are cameras everywhere." He lowered his voice to a sharp whisper. "Mom would kill me if she saw this on Twitter."
Billie let out a strangled laugh, trying to play it cool. "Shut up, it's fine. I'm fine. It's just... the adrenaline. The lights. Whatever."
But it wasn't fine. Her dick was now at full mast, a clear, thick tent stretching the front of her sweats. The tip was so hard it looked like it might poke through. She could feel the weight of it pushing against her waistband, the way her balls tightened up against her body. She tugged at the elastic, tried to angle it downward, but it sprang back up immediately. The lights from the stage swept over the VIP area, and she could feel eyes flickering to her crotch, then away.
Ava leaned closer, her voice soft and teasing. "I mean, I get it. I'd be like that too if my girl was up there doing that." She giggled, bumping her shoulder against Billie's. "Don't worry, we're all friends here. But seriously, your girlfriend knows exactly what she's doing. She's looking right at you."
She was right. On stage, you had turned around, bent over, and were shaking your ass directly at the VIP section. The sheer fabric of the bodysuit pulled so tight. You glanced over your shoulder, caught Billie's eye, and winked.
Billie groaned. A real, audible groan.
"I'm not worried," Billie muttered, but her voice cracked. Her hands were clammy. She couldn't take her eyes off you as you stood up, spun around, and began to grind your hips in a slow, deep circle that made your ass bounce with each rotation. The crowd roared. Billie's cock twitched, and she saw a small, dark spot appear at the tip of her sweats—precum soaking through.
Finneas noticed too. He leaned in, his voice a harsh whisper. "Billie, for real. You're leaking. Go to the bathroom or something. I'm not kidding."
"I can't just leave," she hissed back. "She'll think something's wrong."
"Something is wrong," Alex said, grinning. "You've got a fucking fire hydrant in your pants and she's on stage spreading her legs like she's offering you dessert."
"Alex, shut up," Rozzi said, slapping his arm. But she was laughing too.
The song ended. The lights dimmed. Billie exhaled a shaky breath, her entire body trembling with the effort of not touching herself. She watched you take your bow, then blow a kiss directly at her. The crowd went wild.
Backstage was chaos. Crew members rushed past, the hum of the crowd still vibrating through the walls. The hallway was narrow, packed with equipment cases and people. Billie stood near the door to your dressing room, hands shoved in her pockets, trying to will her erection down. It didn't work. If anything, the anticipation made it harder.
And then you appeared, still in that bodysuit, glistening with sweat, your face lit up with post-show adrenaline. Your hair was damp, your skin flushed. The thin fabric of the bodysuit clung to every curve, the triangle of your pussy clearly visible beneath it.
"Billie!" You ran to her, throwing your arms around her neck. She hugged you back, but her body was stiff, her breathing uneven. When you pulled away, you saw it—the strain in her jaw, the way her hips were tilted back as if trying to hide something. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown.
You glanced down. The tent in her sweats was impossible to miss. A dark wet spot had formed at the tip, right where the head pressed against the fabric, subtle for the rest, but you recognized it the second you saw it. You could see the outline of the corona, the slight curve of the shaft.
"Oh," you breathed, a smile spreading across your face. "Someone had a good show."
Billie groaned, a low sound of pure misery. "Baby, I'm literally dying over here. I mean it. I think I'm going to pass out. My balls hurt."
You giggled and grabbed her hand, lacing your fingers with hers. "Hold on, let me just say hi to everyone. Then we can go."
You moved through your friends, hugging Ava, high-fiving Alex, thanking Finneas for coming. Claudia asked about the encore, Rozzi complimented your vocals, Odessa and Quen pulled you aside to talk about the lighting. Billie stood behind you, her hand still in yours, her entire body thrumming with tension. Every time you moved, the scent of your sweat wafted toward her. She could see the sheen on your skin, the way the bodysuit rode up your ass crack every time you bent to pick something up.
Finally, you were done. "Okay, let's go back to the hotel now."
The car ride was torture for Billie. She sat with her legs pressed together, her hands clasped in her lap, trying to think about anything other than the way your thighs had looked under those lights. The chauffeur was a professional—he kept his eyes on the road, his face impassive. But Billie couldn't relax. Her cock was still painfully hard, the head now fully wet, the precum soaking through her boxers.
You were scrolling through your phone, the glow illuminating your face. Then you stopped.
"Babe," you said slowly, a smirk curling your lips. "Look at this."
You turned the phone toward her. It was a fan video from the show, but the camera wasn't on you. It was zoomed in on the VIP section. On Billie. The caption read: "bro billie's about to put that to good use, wish we could see it."
In the video, Billie was visibly adjusting herself, the outline of her erection painfully clear against the black fabric of her sweats. Her hand moved, but it only made it worse. A few people around her were sneaking glances, laughing.
Billie's face went red. "Fucking hell. I'm going to kill them."
"Don't worry," you whispered, leaning close, your lips brushing her ear. "You're gonna put it to good use tonight. I promise."
The chauffeur didn't react. But Billie felt your hand slide onto her thigh, squeezing, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Your fingers moved higher, brushing against the bulge in her sweats. The fabric was damp. She felt your fingertips trace the outline of her cock, from the base to the tip.
"So hard," you murmured. "How long have you been like this?"
"Since the third song," she admitted, her voice strained. "Maybe earlier. I don't remember. I can't think."
"Good." Your hand squeezed harder. "I want you to stay hard until we get to the room. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes," she breathed.
You smiled in the darkness of the car, your hand remaining on her thigh, fingers tracing slow patterns. Billie squirmed in her seat, her cock twitching under your touch. The car hit a bump, and she jolted, the friction making her gasp.
"Easy," you said.
She shook her head frantically. "I can’t."
The hotel suite was all glass and marble, with a king-sized bed dominating the center of the room. The moment the door clicked shut, you pushed Billie against it, your body pressed against hers. She was taller than you, not a lot, but you had her pinned, your hand sliding down her stomach to the waistband of her sweats.
"Not yet," you said, pulling away. You held up a finger, a wicked glint in your eyes. "I'm in charge. Got it?"
Billie's breath hitched. "Yeah. Okay."
"You're gonna do exactly what I tell you. And you're not gonna cum until I say so."
"Fuck," Billie whispered, her hips bucking toward you involuntarily.
You made her undress slowly. First the hoodie, then the t-shirt, revealing the lean muscle of her torso, the curve of her hips. She was toned, her stomach tight, her shoulders broad.
When she pulled down her sweats and boxers together, her cock sprang free—thick, hard, the tip already glistening with precum. It stood at attention, curved slightly upward, the veins visible along the shaft. Her balls were tight against her body, heavy and full.
You circled her, running a single finger down the length of her shaft. She shuddered, her eyes closed. The touch was feather-light, tracing the ridge of the head down to the base. You did it again, and again, until she was trembling.
"Look at me," you commanded and she opened her eyes.
"Get on the bed. On your back. Hands above your head."
She obeyed immediately, crawling onto the massive bed, lying down with her arms stretched out. Her cock lay against her stomach, thick and wet, a drop of precum gathering at the tip. You climbed on top of her, straddling her thighs, still wearing your bodysuit. The fabric was damp from sweat, clinging to you like a second skin. You leaned forward, letting your breasts brush against her chest, and whispered, "I want you to watch me take this off. Slowly."
And you did. You peeled the straps down, one by one, revealing your breasts, your nipples hard and dark. The fabric caught on your skin, peeling away with a soft sound. Billie's hands twitched at her sides, desperate to touch. You took her hands and brought them to your chest, letting her cup your breasts for a moment before pulling away.
"No touching," you said firmly. "Not yet."
You shimmied the bodysuit down your hips, over your ass, your thighs. The fabric gathered at your knees, then fell away. Finally, you were naked, your pussy slick and glistening, inches from her cock. The scent of your arousal filled the air.
"You're so wet," Billie breathed. Her voice was hoarse.
"All for you. But you don't get to fuck me yet." You reached down, wrapping your hand around her shaft, stroking her slowly. Her hips bucked into your grip. The skin was hot, smooth, the precum making your hand glide easily. "First, I want you to eat me out."
Billie's eyes widened, but she didn't argue. You shifted forward, positioning yourself over her face. Your knees on either side of her head, you lowered yourself, feeling her warm breath on your thighs. Her hands came up to grip your ass, pulling you closer.
And then her tongue was on you.Warm, flat, dragging through your folds in a long, slow stroke. You moaned, grinding against her mouth. She lapped at your clit, circled around it, then sucked it between her lips. The sensation shot through you like electricity.
"Fuck, Billie. Just like that."
She obeyed, her tongue diving deeper, fucking you as you rode her face. You grabbed her hair, pulling, guiding her rhythm. The pleasure built fast, coiling tight in your belly. Your thighs trembled, your breath coming in short gasps.
"I'm gonna cum," you gasped. "Don't stop."
She didn't. She doubled down, her lips sealed around your clit, her tongue flicking fast. One hand came up, two fingers sliding into your pussy without warning, curling up toward your g-spot. You cried out, your whole body tensing as the orgasm hit you. Waves of pleasure crashed through you, your pussy clenching around her fingers, your juices soaking her chin. She kept licking you through it, gentler now, until you slumped forward, panting.
You slid off her face, collapsing onto the bed beside her. Her chin was slick with you, her eyes hazy with lust. Her cock was still standing, wet at the tip, a bead of precum rolling down the shaft.
"Good girl," you said, your voice hoarse. You crawled over to her, taking her cock in your hand again. "Now. I want to ride you."
She started to sit up, but you pushed her back down. "No. Stay like that."
She obeyed, her eyes locked on you. You straddled her again, not over her face this time, but over her cock. You lined it up with your entrance, the head pressing against your slick folds. The tip caught on your clit, and you both moaned. You held there, teasing, barely pushing in before pulling away.
"Please," Billie whimpered. Her whole body was shaking.
"Please what?"
"Please let me fuck you."
You smiled, then sank down.
The stretch was perfect. She filled you completely, the length of her sliding deep, hitting that spot that made your vision blur. You both cried out together—a raw, primal sound. Her cock pulsed inside you, and you felt her hands grip the sheets, fighting the urge to grab you.
You started to move. A slow, deliberate grind, your hips rolling in circles. The friction was incredible, the head of her cock nudging against your g-spot with every rotation. Billie's hips bucked up to meet you, but you slapped her thigh.
"Don't. I'm in control."
"Fuck, you're so—" She couldn't finish. Her head fell back, her mouth open, as you rode her. The sound of your wetness, the slap of your ass against her thighs, filled the room. You picked up the pace, bouncing on her cock, taking her deeper.
You reached for your phone on the nightstand, clicked the camera open. Billie's eyes flew open. "What are you—"
"Recording," you said, breathless. "So we never forget." You panned the camera down to where your bodies connected, the wet sounds loud in the speaker. Then you turned it to her face. "You thought she was the one in control? Look at her. Look at how desperate she is."
Billie's face was flushed, her lips parted, her eyes half-closed. She was panting, her chest heaving.
"Say something," you commanded.
"I—I need—" She swallowed. "Please, let me—"
"Let you what?"
"Let me fuck you. I need to fuck you. Hard."
"Not yet." You kept riding her, your thighs burning, your clit aching. The pleasure was building again, coiling deeper this time. You reached down to rub your clit, your fingers wet with her precum and your own juices. "I'm going to cum on your cock. And then—"
But you were losing rhythm. The pleasure was too much. Your thighs burned, your clit ached for more friction. Billie saw the crack in your resolve.
Without warning, she flipped you.
You landed on your stomach, a gasp escaping your lips. Before you could protest, she was behind you, her body covering yours, her cock pressing against your ass. She grabbed the back of your neck, pushing your face into the pillow.
"Change of plans," she growled, her voice low, different. Possessive. "I'm taking over."
She didn't ask. She grabbed your hips and slammed into you, all the way to the hilt. You screamed—a raw, broken sound—as she started fucking you hard, fast, desperate. The bed frame banged against the hotel wall. Her balls slapped against your clit with every thrust.
"That's right," she panted, her hand gripping your hair, pulling your head back. "You think you can tease me all night? Make me hard in front of everyone? Spray precum in my pants like a teenager?"
"Billie—fuck—I'm gonna—"
"Cum for me. Now."
She reached under you, her fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles. The pressure was perfect, her thrusts slamming into your g-spot, her fingers on your clit. You came undone, your orgasm ripping through you, your pussy clenching around her cock. You screamed into the pillow as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your whole body shaking.
She kept fucking you through it, chasing her own. The sound of her hips slapping against your ass was wet, obscene. Her breathing was ragged, her grip on your hips bruising.
"I'm close," she gasped. "Fuck, I'm gonna—"
"Cum inside me. Fill me up."
With a roar, she buried herself deep, her whole body shuddering as she emptied into you. You felt it—hot ropes of cum painting your walls, filling you, the sensation triggering another mini-orgasm. She pulsed inside you, her cock twitching, her breath coming in gasps.
She collapsed on top of you, both of you panting, drenched in sweat. The weight of her was comforting, her body pressing you into the mattress.
But it wasn't over. She stayed inside you, still hard, still thick. She shifted, and you felt her cock twitch again.
"Round two," she whispered.
She pulled out slowly, turned you onto your back, and spread your legs wide. Your pussy was messy, cum leaking out, mixing with your own juices. She knelt between your legs, took her cock in her hand, and smeared the head through your folds, collecting the wetness.
"Look at you," she said, her voice full of wonder. "Look at what I did to you."
She drove into you again, slow and deep. This time it was different—no urgency, no desperation. It was deliberate. She watched your face as she fucked you, watched your eyes roll back, watched your mouth fall open.
"I love watching you fall apart," she said, her thrusts growing faster. "I love that I can do this to you."
You couldn't speak. You could only lie there and take it, your hands clawing at the sheets, your legs wrapped around her waist. She leaned down, kissing you, her tongue sliding into your mouth as her cock slid into you.
"Don't stop," you managed to whisper. "Please don't stop."
She didn't. She fucked you through the next buildup, her pace relentless. Her hand found your clit again, rubbing in time with her thrusts. The second orgasm built slower, deeper, an avalanche threatening to bury you.
"Come on," she murmured against your ear. "One more. One more for me."
"Billie—I can't—"
"You can. Let go. I've got you."
And you did. The orgasm hit you like a freight train, your entire body arching off the bed, a scream tearing from your throat. Your pussy milked her cock, the clenching too much for her. She buried herself deep one last time and came again, her hot cum flooding you, adding to the pool already inside you. She kept thrusting, shallow, riding out the aftershocks.
Finally, she pulled out, collapsing beside you. Your cum-slicked thighs pressed together, the sheets a mess beneath you. Neither of you spoke for a long moment, just breathing, just existing.
After a few minutes, Billie got up. Her legs were shaky. She walked to the bathroom, and you heard the faucet run. She came back with a warm, damp towel. Gently, she spread your legs and cleaned you, wiping away the cum and sweat from your thighs, your pussy, your stomach. The towel was warm against your sensitive skin. She was careful, tender, her touch soft.
Then she cleaned herself, wiping her dick and balls, the towel coming away stained. She tossed it into the hamper and climbed back into bed, pulling you into her arms.
You nestled against her, your head on her chest, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. The room was quiet now, the only sound was the hum of the city outside.
"Thank you," she whispered, her lips pressed to your hair. "Thank you for letting me ruin your pretty pussy, mama."
You laughed softly, the sound muffled against her skin. "God, I need to let you be more in charge, Billie. That was amazing."
She kissed the top of your head. "Any time. I mean it."
You lay there, tangled together, the warmth of her body seeping into yours. The hum of the London night filtered through the curtains. Outside, a siren wailed in the distance, but inside the room, everything was perfect.
Then your stomach growled. Loudly. Making you both burst out laughing.
"Room service?" you asked, your voice hopeful.
"Hell fucking yeah."
She reached for the phone on the nightstand, her arm stretching over your head. You watched her dial, her fingers moving lazily over the numbers. She ordered a feast—vegan burgers, fries, an insane amount of water—and when she hung up, she pulled you closer.
"Best night in a long time," she said.
"Best night in a looooooong time," you agreed, and snuggled deeper into her arms, ready for round three—or at least, ready for the food to arrive.
please go and educate yourselves about everything that trump is doing. ice agents are going out and ripping families apart, killing innocent people, kidnapping people, raping women, etc.
if you support ANYTHING that is happening in the world right now don’t ever interact with my account and block me. you are not welcome here.
children are being KIDNAPPED and held in facilities for simply just existing. if you can reason with the people who are doing said things you actually need to choke.
my entire heart goes out to the families that are experiencing such violence. please educate yourselves and spread the word because i don’t see enough people speaking up about this.
soo idk how to start this but i’ve been recently thinking about to start writing in this account. i have very few followers but that doesn’t stop me from writing.
i originally made this account to just read stuff, but the more i read, the more i want to put my work in it too.
im wlw, so my content would be just that, men are banned from my account.
my main interest rn is billie, so i can write about her too.
i can write based on requests, and if this gets some attention i’ll start doing them. i can do fluff, blurbs, smut, and all of that. idk if i can write slow burns or angst, because ive never done it before.
actually, PLEASE DO send requests, i need a prompt to start.
The studio was quiet except for the gentle hum of a playlist you had thrown on—Billie's voice drifting slowly from the speakers. A candle flickered in the corner, the scent of vanilla and Cedarwood curling into the air. You adjusted your camera settings, the weight of it familiar in your hands, though tonight felt different.
Because tonight, Billie was in front of your lens.
She sat on a low wooden stool, dressed in an oversized sweater that slid off one shoulder, her bare legs tucked beneath her. The warm glow of the lighting softened her features, catching the curve of her cheekbone, the fullness of her lips. She looked up at you, tilting her head slightly, waiting for instructions—but you didn't speak right away.
You simply looked at her.
Through the viewfinder, Billie was breathtaking. Not just in a way everyone saw her—bold, iconic, larger-than-life—but in the way only you did. There was something soffer here, something unguarded. The way her fingers toyed absentmindedly with the hem of her sweater. The way her eyes held a quite knowing when they met yours.
You lifted the camera. Click.
Billie's lips curled into a small smile, almost like she knew what you were thinking.
"Something funny?" you asked, lowering the camera slightly.
She shrugged. "Just you."
You huffed out a laugh. "Be sure, Eilish"
Her smile deepened, but she let the moment settle. You continued shooting, giving small directions—tilt your chin, look away, now back at me—but truthfully, Billie didn't need much. She existed so naturally in front of you, in front of the lens. Maybe because this wasn't just any photoshoot. This was yours.
And she was yours.
The thought sent warmth curling up your spine, and you stepped closer, adjusting the angle. Billie met your gaze through the lens, something unreadable flickering behind her eyes. Then she lifted her hand—slow, deliberate—and reached for you.
Click.
Fingertips barely visible in the corner of the frame, reaching towards the camera. Towards you.
You swallowed, lowering the camera. "Billie."
She raised a brow, but there was a mischief in her gaze. "Yeah?"
You hesitated. "You're doing it in purpose."
She feigned innocence. "Doing what?"
You shook your head, biting back a smile, before lifting the camera again. "Nothing. Just—stay like that."
Click. Click. Click.
You adjusted the settings, drawing out the moment, letting the air him with unspoken things. This wasn't just a photoshoot. This was something else entirely. And the camera—the camera was exposing it in real time.
Finally, you let the weight of it drop against your chest, the strap holding it in place. Billie exhaled, stretching her arms above her head before rolling her shoulders.
"Done?" she asked.
You nodded, but instead of answering, you flipped the camera around, stepping forwards until the space between you was nothing. You showed her the last photo.
She stared.
It was the way you saw her.
Soft, illuminated by the warm light, her expression open in a way the world rarely got to see. Her sweater slipping off her shoulder. Her eyes—filled with something deep, something unspoken, something undeniable.
Her breath hitched. "Oh."
You swallowed. "Yeah."
The silence stretched between you, thick with something fragile but electric. Then Billie glanced at you, and for the first time tonight, she looked nervous.
"This is.." She hesitated, licking her lips. "People will know."
It wasn't a question. It was a quite admission.
You didn't look away. "Yeah."
Another beat of silence. Then she reached out, fingers curling lightly around your wrist where you still held the camera. "I don't mind."
Your heart did something unsteady in your chest. "No?"
She shook her head, eyes never leaving yours. "No."
And just like that, the soft launch was set in motion. Because the world wouldn't see you in these pictures, but they would see the way Billie looked at the camera.
The way she looked at you.
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Note : bringing back to og!! I dunno if y'all still remembered this.
summary: a girl hits on you at a party, billie gets jealous and fucks you when you get home
cw: SMUT, EXPLICIT CONTENT,thug!billie,sub!reader
ೀ angel’s note!🗒️~ bro that gif of billie has my shit pulsing in morse code, BRING THUG BILLIE BACK!!🥹
The music is shit.
You’re not just saying that because Billie’s standing beside you, radiating a low-key aura of “I’m about to commit a felony,” though that’s definitely contributing. It’s objectively bad. A sonic assault. But it’s Chelsea’s birthday, and you’re wearing this new dress that makes you feel good, so you’re trying to have a good time.
Billie, on the other hand, looks like she’s being forced to watch a tax audit live. She’s leaning against the wall, a pillar of brooding energy in her oversized black hoodie. Her hands are tucked away, but you know they’re probably fidgeting with her rings or keys. She hasn’t taken her eyes off you since you got here, which is both head-spinningly hot and a little bit like being under the protection of a very grumpy, very stylish guard dog.
Your red cup is mostly sticky lemonade, and you’re listening to Chelsea animatedly tell a story about her cat, when someone slides up next to you.
“Hey,” a girl’s voice says, close to your ear. She smells like fruity perfume and something sharper, like tequila. “I haven’t seen you here before.”
You turn. She’s pretty, in a polished, intentional way. Dark hair, a bright smile, a dress that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe combined. Her eyes do a slow, obvious sweep down your body and back up. You take a small, instinctive step back, your back almost brushing against Billie’s solid warmth behind you.
“Oh, uh, hi,” you manage. “I’m just here for Chelsea.”
“Right, the birthday girl,” she says, not even glancing at Chelsea. Her focus is a laser beam on you. “I’m Jasmine.” She doesn’t offer her hand, just leans in a little closer. “Can I get you another drink? That one looks empty.”
“It’s not,” you say, a little too quickly. You hold up the cup. “I’m good.”
“You sure? ‘Cause I make a mean tequila sunrise.”
From behind you, you feel it. That shift in the air. The subtle tightening of Billie’s posture. You don’t even have to look to know her jaw is set, her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. The temperature around you seems to drop about ten degrees.
Jasmine either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. She laughs, a light, tinkling sound. “Don’t be shy. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”
That’s it. That’s the line. You feel Billie start to push off the wall, a low growl building in her chest that you feel more than hear.
Nope. Not tonight.
Before she can take a full step, you turn around, pressing your free hand flat against the hard plane of her chest, right over her heart. Her hoodie is soft, but you can feel the furious beat underneath. Her blue eyes are stormy, fixed on the girl behind you.
“Hey,” you say, your voice soft but firm, a private sound just for her. Her gaze finally drops to yours, and the intensity there is enough to make your knees weak. “Look at me.”
For a second, she doesn’t. Her jaw works, the muscle flexing. She’s a loaded weapon, and you’re the only one who can unload her.
“Billie,” you whisper, your thumb stroking over her chest. “Eyes on me.”
Slowly, reluctantly, her focus shifts. The storm in her eyes doesn’t break, but it narrows, centering on you. On your face. On your lips. Good. That’s better.
“She’s nothing,” you murmur, leaning in so your lips brush her ear. “She’s a joke. You know who I’m with.”
You feel the tension in her body coil, ready to spring. You can’t let that happen. Your hand slides from her chest up to the back of her neck, your fingers tangling in the baby hairs at her nape. You pull her down, or maybe she meets you halfway, and you kiss her.
It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s a claim. A branding. You pour everything into it—your want, your loyalty, the fact that no one, no pretty girl with tequila promises, comes close to the electric current that runs between you. You nip at her bottom lip, soothe it with your tongue, and feel a shudder run through her entire body.
When you pull back, she’s breathing hard, her pupils blown wide. The anger is still there, but it’s been eclipsed by something else. Something darker, hungrier.
“We’re leaving,” she says. Her voice is a low rasp, a command, not a suggestion.
She doesn’t wait for an answer. She grabs your hand, her grip firm and possessive, and pulls you away from the wall, away from Chelsea’s confused look, away from Jasmine’s startled expression. You push through the crowd, a flash of black hoodie and your tiny dress, and out the front door into the cool night air.
The drive home is silent. The engine of her car hums, the only sound besides your own thrumming heart. She drives a little too fast, her knuckles white on the steering wheel, her other hand locked with yours in your lap. She doesn’t look at you, but you can feel her. The anger has crystallized into something else, something potent and focused entirely on you.
The second you’re inside your apartment, the door slamming shut behind you, she’s on you. The bag with your dress from earlier falls from your shoulder, forgotten on the floor. She pins you against the door, her hands framing your face, her body pressing into yours. There’s no gentleness, no preamble. Her kiss is punishing, desperate, a mix of leftover anger and pure, unadulterated lust. She tastes like mint and the faint trace of the shitty lemonade you’d been drinking.
“Did you like it?” she pants against your lips, her hands moving down to grip your hips, her fingers digging into your flesh. “Her attention? Did it make you feel good?”
The question is a taunt, a test. You know what she wants to hear.
“No,” you gasp as her mouth moves to your neck, her teeth scraping over your pulse point. “It was annoying. I only want you.”
That’s the answer she needs. With a groan, she hauls you up, your legs automatically wrapping around her waist. She carries you like you weigh nothing, her hands gripping your ass, heading straight for the bedroom. She doesn’t bother with the light, just dumps you onto the bed.
You land in a tangle of limbs, bouncing slightly on the mattress. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch her. She stands at the foot of the bed, her chest heaving, her silhouette stark in the moonlight filtering through the window. She yanks her hoodie over her head, tossing it aside, revealing the simple black sports bra underneath and the intricate web of tattoos on her arms and torso. She looks like a fucking goddess. A vengeful, beautiful goddess who’s about to ruin you.
“Lose the dress,” she commands. Her voice is low, rough.
You don’t hesitate. You sit up, reach behind you to pull the zipper, and shimmy out of the thin fabric. It pools around your waist, leaving you in just your black lace panties. Her eyes sweep over you, dark and hungry.
“All of it,” she says, taking a step closer. “I want you naked. Now.”
You hook your thumbs into your panties and slide them down your legs, kicking them off. You’re completely exposed to her, the cool air raising goosebumps on your skin. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the line of your hip, her touch leaving a trail of fire.
“Look at you,” she murmurs, almost to herself. “So fucking pretty. All mine.”
She kneels on the bed, crawling over you, caging you in with her arms. Her hair falls around you, creating a private, shadowed world. She lowers her head, her lips hovering just above yours.
“Gonna show you who you belong to,” she whispers—and then she kisses you again, a deep, filthy kiss that steals the air from your lungs. One of her hands slides down your stomach, through the curls at the apex of your thighs, finding you already wet and wanting.
She doesn’t tease. She doesn’t hesitate. Two of her long, deft fingers push inside you in one smooth, deliberate stroke. You arch off the bed with a choked cry, your hands flying to her shoulders to hold on.
“Fuck,” you gasp. “Billie.”
“Yeah,” she grunts, starting a slow, punishing rhythm. “That’s it. Say my name. Let everyone know who’s fucking you.”
She sets a devastating pace, her palm grinding against your clit with each thrust. Her other hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. Her mouth is everywhere, on your neck, your collarbone, your jaw, sucking marks into your skin, little purple bruises that scream possession.
“She couldn’t make you feel like this,” she pants against your ear, her fingers crooking inside you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. “No one can. Only me.”
She’s right. She’s so fucking right. Every nerve ending is on fire, electricity zinging through your veins. You can feel the tension coiling in your belly, a tight, winding spring.
“Please,” you whimper, completely lost to it. “Please, Billie. I’m close.”
“What do you want, baby?” she asks, her voice a wicked taunt. “Use your words.”
“You,” you gasp, your hips bucking to meet her hand. “I want you to make me come. Please, I need it.”
“Good girl.”
She shifts, moving down your body, her fingers never stopping their relentless assault. You feel her breath on your inner thigh, a hot, wet promise. And then her mouth is on you, her tongue replacing her palm on your clit.
The sensation is overwhelming. The dual stimulation is too much, not enough. Her tongue is clever and insistent, swirling and flicking, her lips sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. You’re babbling now, a stream of nonsense and her name, your hands fisted in the sheets.
“That’s it,” she murmurs against you, the vibrations sending another jolt through you. “Come for me. Let go. Show me who you belong to.”
With a final, desperate cry, you shatter. The orgasm rips through you, blinding and all-consuming. Your back bows, your thighs shaking, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you. She works you through it, her fingers and tongue slowing, drawing out every last drop of sensation until you’re a boneless, gasping mess on the bed.
When you finally come back to yourself, she’s hovering over you, a smirk playing on her lips. Her chin is glistening. She looks smug. Satisfied. Like a predator that’s just devoured its prey.
She leans down and kisses you, deep and slow, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.
“Mine,” she whispers against your lips, a final, possessive claim.
