QUIET BACKSTAGE 𓂃 billie eilish
⤷ smut, billie x fem!reader, dom!billie, kissing, fingering, boob play, dirty talk, slight degradation, teasing, clit play, oral sex
you’re pressed against the cold wall backstage as billie wraps up the first act of her show, sweat already beading on your skin from the packed house below. the air thick with the smell of hairspray, perfume, and something else. something sharper, hotter. billie’s there. she didn’t have to say a word. her hair catches the dim backstage light, tousled, like she just ran fingers through it. ripped jeans clinging to her hips, the waistband digging into your thigh. you feel the vibration of the music even through the wall. a low, thrumming bass that makes your clit twitch as she walks backstage, the interlude music and lights beginning, you knew you only had a few minutes so you needed to make this quick.
you gasp as billie takes your wrist, slowly leading you to a secluded, dimly lit area backstage. she leans in, her mouth finding yours, and it’s not gentle. it’s hungry, demanding. her tongue scrapes against yours, tasting the faint salt of yourself, the fainter sweetness of something else entirely. you moan into her mouth, a low, guttural sound swallowed immediately. “shhh,” she whispers against your lips, her voice raspy, close to breaking. “keep it down. the show’s not over.”
her hand slides down your body, under the thin fabric of your shirt, cupping your breast. the palm is rough, calloused maybe from guitar strings, yet it feels incredible. she pinches your nipple hard, rolling her thumb across it, making you gasp. you grab at her shoulders, trying to pull her closer, but she pushes you gently against the wall again.
“mmm, be patient,” she murmurs, her lips trailing down your neck, leaving wet, burning kisses. her fingers are quicker than her mouth. they find the waistband of your jeans, then the button, yanking them down roughly. your jeans puddle around your ankles, and she doesn’t bother with underwear. she wastes no time, kneeling before you. her thumb finds your clit immediately, circling it, pressing, relentless. “fuck, billie,” you whisper, your voice thick with lust. “what are you doing?”
“getting you ready,” she says, her breath hot against your center. “making you feel good.” her fingers delve inside you, pushing past your folds. you’re so wet, so ready. she knows. she pulls them out slowly, teasingly, before pushing them back in, deeper this time. you can feel your hips lifting off the ground, your body betraying you, begging for more.
she’s fingering you, fast and hard, her thumb constantly teasing your clit. it’s like a drug. your head starts to spin. you see spots. your vision blurs, focused only on her face, her eyes dark with desire, fixed on you. her nose is inches from your own, her lips slightly parted, breathing you in.
you can feel yourself clenching around her fingers, around the sheer friction of her hand. you’re so close, so close to coming, and you don’t want her to know how close you are. but you can’t help the little whimper that escapes you. she stops fingering you for a second, her gaze intense. “you like that, huh? you’re so wet for me.”
she pulls her fingers out slowly, deliberately, making you gasp at the loss. then, her mouth descends. it’s even better than you imagined. her tongue flicks out, long and thick, teasing the lips of your cunt before diving straight in. you cry out, a choked sound that dies in your throat as pleasure washes over you.
“oh god, billie,” you sob, your hands tangling in her hair. “fuck me. just fuck me.” she doesn’t, she just hushes you instead. she licks you with agonizing slowness, her tongue tracing every inch of your clit, your folds, your opening. she sucks you into her mouth, filling it completely, her nose rubbing against your clit, sending shockwaves through you.
“don’t… don’t stop,” you plead, your voice raw. she doesn’t stop. she licks and sucks and tongues you until you’re trembling, until you feel that familiar, mind-shattering climax building inside you. you throw your head back against the wall, crying out her name, your body convulsing around her mouth as you cum.
it takes a moment for you to come down. billie pulls back slowly, licking the remnants of you from her lips. her hand finds your hip, steadying you. “there we go,” she says, her voice still rough. “all quiet now?” you nod, too shaky to speak, still breathing heavily. she helps you pull your jeans up, her touch lingering on your skin.
“you’re gonna be quiet now,” she says, her eyes locking with yours, daring you to argue. “you’re gonna stand here. still. and you’re gonna enjoy it.”she kisses you again, softer this time, but no less intense. then, she leans in close to your ear, her hot breath tickling your skin. “you look so fucking hot like this,” she whispers. “so vulnerable. so ready.”
you don’t reply. you just stand there, rooted to the spot, waiting for whatever she decides next, a shiver running down your spine mixed with the lingering heat of your orgasm. the music still pounds through the wall, a constant reminder of the forbidden, the raw, the electric connection between you two in this chaotic, steamy backstage hell. and let’s just say, billie was a few minutes late for her next entrance on stage.
💌: why is this like….not good….
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