Too Intoxicated To Be Scared
-`♡´- : billie eilish x fem!reader
⋆✮ : A supportive girlfriend is what you’ve always been towards Billie. But after being invited to one of her after-party events, you got a little drunk—a little is an understatement ; you were probably too inebriated to even dance.
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ᝰ.ᐟ a/n: Xanny reference yasss. Anyways, I don’t even know. Read at your own risk :D p.s. This is my first time writing, be nice world here she comes ˙ᵕ˙
It was a long day of supporting your girlfriend on the sidelines of some red carpet event you can’t even remember what for; it’s honestly a surprise how she manages to keep track of her own schedule in your own eyes. She looked gorgeous as ever—wearing that sleek black dress with lacy garments as details around her bust that made you drool every time you even stared at it for one second.
It was excruciating having to wait around and just stand like a piece of decoration being dragged along the red carpet with her crew, disguised as one of her makeup artists or stylists. Nonetheless, nobody would really care if she’s out there looking like a goddess and posing for the cameras. You could already see the headlines and pictures flooding your Instagram feed tomorrow or maybe in just a few hours after this event, and you couldn’t wait to fixate and stare at them like an idiot—eyes wide, lips parted, heart beating so loudly in your chest that you could hear it in your own ears.
A few hours have passed, and she would sometimes shoot you glances, smirks, and that beautiful smile that showed her dimples; you can’t help but blush and smile back as well. It was this secret world in between you and her, amidst the flashing lights of the cameras and the constant chattering of fans and journalists around you. There was not a moment where you did not get lost in the depths of her ocean blue eyes.
Once inside the event, you still maintained a few feet away from her, letting her shine and bask in her own success that she deserved and made you the luckiest and proudest girlfriend out there. Your eyes were just glued to her, and she could feel it too. Because every time you stared for five seconds or more, she would briefly glance back and pierce you with those eyes that said ‘hi, baby’ in that sweet voice she only reserved for you.
You both had to be extra cautious around each other now, especially after that paparazzi incident of some pictures floating around the internet where she had her arm around your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you blushed and giggled with her on the dim sidewalks of New York. It was two or three pictures; it looked innocent, but it served a small gap inside the secret you both had to protect from the prying eyes of the media and fans.
The night dragged on for so long, you could barely remember details about it, except for her longing looks across the room and some conversation you had to begrudgingly go along with to blend in. After the event, there was an after-party she was invited to. She convinced you once or twice and bargained with her manager to let her come with you for the night. And before you know it, you’re wearing another dress for the after-party, with your makeup done and hair styled. She herself changed into her signature look after a day of being in that dress that she pulled off on the red carpet, and now she easily transformed into a whole new persona and look with her baggy pants, varsity jacket, hat, and those rimmed glasses that just made her eyes look more compelling.
The party was buzzing with life; loudspeakers and music echoed around the room, so loud you could feel the bass hit you in the chest. She had your hand in a tight grip, navigating the room with ease. Eventually you both made it to the bar, and you knew too well how she’s not much of a drinker. But, on the other hand, you drink like a man who got divorced by his wife and is having an existential crisis every five minutes. You drank and drank, the burn of vodka stinging and settling in your throat; it was familiar and oddly soothing you down. She looked at you with amusement and, of course, concern.
It wasn’t long enough before you started to slur and ramble about Labubu’s and how pointless and ugly they looked to the small group you and Billie spent the night with. You cackled and spilled drinks all over the floor every now and then. “Hey, hey, that’s enough…” her stern yet caring voice whispered in your ear while her hand took away the champagne glass you were holding onto too loosely. “Mmm… No, one more.” She just glared at you and grabbed your wrist, seeing how you were about to reach for a bottle of whiskey by the nearest table. She stood up and pulled you closer. “We’re gonna get your drunk ass home. now.,” she stated simply, leaving no room for arguments.
You were too drunk to argue anyways, so you just let your drunk ass get dragged away from the party with her. In a split second you were in the back of her car, staring blankly at the road while you heard her say things to her driver to get you back to the hotel she was staying at. As soon as the lock clicked inside her hotel room, she helped you take off your heels and set you down on the cold sheets of the bed. Unlike you, she was sober and too responsible. “You act like my mom…” you slurred and giggled. “You mean ‘Mommy’? ” she teased and unzipped your dress from behind. You blushed and just shook your head in disbelief. “Come on, Mama’s… let’s get you out of this dress and get some sleep, yeah? ” She slowly pulled down your dress until it pooled down on your ankles and the floor beneath your feet. You sat on the edge of the hotel bed, slumped and drunk, mumbling words that she can’t even begin to understand.
The sound of her rummaging through her luggage and pulling out an oversized shirt of her own caught your attention. “Put this on,” she ordered and tossed it on your lap. You complied, your brain was blank, and honestly, you were just exhausted. The dizziness hit you like a gust of wind while you struggled to stand up straight and slip the shirt over your head without falling over. “Nope, too difficult.” The cold sheets felt like heaven to your heated-up skin, and you just lay like a dead corpse on her hotel bed, giving up on putting on her shirt and just accepting the fact you’re going to sleep half-naked on her bed.
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She sighed and ran a hand through her dark hair. Slowly but gently she hovered over your body and brushed away some hair on your flushed face with her fingers. “You look like a mess…” she whispered, her features soft under the mellow light of the hotel room. Your eyes were magnetized with hers, and your heart started reacting before you could realize it. Beating faster and faster with her proximity, without a single thought, you grabbed her by the collar and pressed your lips with her soft ones. She groaned into the kiss, her resolve weakening instantly at your drunk affection and need. She pressed her body against yours, one hand coming up to cup your cheek while the other gripped your hip tightly. “You're drunk and horny right now, aren't you? ” She smiled and went back to kiss you again.
“Please..” you muttered under your breath needily.
She just kissed you even deeper in response, her tongue slipping into your mouth to dance with yours. Her hand slid up to your side, brushing against the soft skin of your stomach before cupping your breast over your bra. “So needy for me, Ma…”
You whimpered and whined; desire was eating you alive, and you couldn’t wait for that feeling of being unraveled by her.
“Just-... please..”
With a low groan, Billie took off your bra so easily, like she had done it a thousand times now and she probably had. She captured your nipple in her mouth, sucking hard as her hand traveled down south to rub and find your panties wet already. “Fuck… you’re soaking… so wet for me…” Her voice was now low and husky with desire—it took every strength of her control to not just pounce on you immediately. She hooked her fingers in the sides of your lingerie and pulled them down roughly.
Billie hummed around your nipples, making you moan louder. Her hands kept roaming and squeezing every part it landed on your soft and supple skin. She pushed your legs apart and let her fingers go down to spread your wetness around your throbbing entrance. She slowly slid one finger inside you, watching your face contort with pleasure. “You’re so drunk, baby… You needy? ”
You bit your lips harshly; the feeling of her finger inside your wet and tight heat made your back arch, showing how desperate you are for more of her. “Yes, yes, please…” you babbled, too lost and dazed in desire and pleasure.
She added another finger, pumping them in and out slowly while her thumb circled your clit. You instantly became a whimpering mess, bucking your hips desperately against her hand. But then, she suddenly removed her fingers whilst you were already teetering near the edge, and a whine escaped your lips. “Shh…turn over,” she commanded softly, “on your stomach.”
In those few seconds you tried catching your breath, but it was no use. Anticipation ran through your blood, and without any hesitation, you laid flat on your stomach, propping up your pliant body on all fours for her. Her eyes darkened as she watched you, back arched slightly, perfect round ass up in the air, and she bit her lip hard. “You know what you look like right now? ” she asked softly, spanking one of your cheeks sharply. “Answer me.”
You yelped, “No... No, tell me please.”
She leaned down, kissing your ass cheek softly where she had spanked you. “You look like a fucking slut, baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. She ran her hand over your ass, squeezing it hard, and you could already feel the marks it would leave the next morning after, like you could even remember it. “Is that what you are? A little drunk slut? ”
You just whimpered; her words alone made you even wetter and aroused. “Yes, just for you… Only for you… please.” She groaned, her fingers digging into your flesh, showing how little restraint she had left for you—but you didn’t want that. She muttered something underneath her breath, and you suddenly felt another spank hit your ass, soft lips trailing along your back, and her hand snaked around your body and in between your legs to rub your clit gently. “You want me to fuck you like one? ” she asks, whispering harshly near your ear.
“Yes, please… Daddy, need you so bad…” Your body was shivering, and your mouth just said that in the heat of the moment, knowing deep inside that word will make her lose every control she had, threading on thin ice because of you.
Her breath caught, and she quickly stood up, opening her luggage again to grab her pink silicone strap-on. Without wasting any second, she buckled it on quickly, kneeling behind you. “Spread wider,” she commanded, and you did as she said in an instant.
She teasingly rubbed the thick tip of the toy along your slit and clit, whines and whimpers escaping your parted lips. “Last chance to back out before I fuck this drunk pussy.” You could just imagine what she looked like behind you as she said those words. That smirk and smug face while she bit her lips to suppress the satisfaction of her reducing you into a needy mess, desperate for her to ruin you.
“No, please… Just fuck me, Daddy, please… I need you.” You arched up your back even more, trying to impale your needy cunt on her strap impatiently. She chuckled and grabbed your hips hard as she thrust forward without warning, filling you completely. “That’s my slut…” Your cries filled the room, hands gripping the sheets tightly. “Take it.” She would pull out slowly before slamming back in hard, her hips slapping against your ass, and she would moan along with you every time the base of her strap-on would rub against her sensitive clit.
She pounded into you hard, spanking your cheeks sharply, making the hotel room noisy and full of your loud moans. She grunted, her hips moving even faster, and you could feel yourself clenching and squeezing her in even deeper every time the tip of her strap-on brushed against your G-spot with precision. Her fingers found your clit once again and started to press and rub firm circles. “Gonna cum for me, baby? Hm? Make a mess on Daddy’s dick? ” she asked in between thrusts that just went deeper inside you.
Your body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending active and sensitive from her touch. And without a doubt you were nearing your orgasm faster and faster. Your head suddenly flings back; the pain of your hair getting pulled by her from behind mixing in with your impending release was too unbearable to handle. Her eyes rolled back, feeling her own orgasm near her too—she started slurring curse words from behind you, but she was determined to make you cum first, and you did without fail.
“Fuck Daddy! ‘M gonna cum…” you whimpered out loudly, walls fluttering and clenching around the toy like a vice. Her hips started to jerk and move erratically, her own release crashing against her as the base of the strap-on rubbed continuously too firmly on her clit from fucking you from behind. Heavy breaths filled the room while both of you came down and rode out the highs of ecstasy. She slowly pulled out of you, watching the silicone toy be soaked with your juices and cum. She removed it carefully, setting it aside before flipping you onto your back gently.
“Get your drunk ass to bed.” She chuckled and pressed a loving kiss on your lips—in complete contrast to her rough handling just a few minutes ago. “You did so good, baby girl…” she murmured and spooned you from behind, both of you succumbing to sleep and letting the sounds of you and her soft and steady breaths be a lullaby to the much-needed rest from being utterly ruined by your girlfriend in your inebriated state.
