Reader is streaming on twitch with her small community. Billie sees that sheâs live and decides to mess with her as sheâs feeling horny. As readerâs interacting with her chat, Billie sends her a few nudes and a video, and reader is trying so hard to keep her cool and not let her blush show (fails miserably btw đ¤) or make a fool of herself. After a while, Billie is tired of waiting and sneaks into readerâs gaming room. Billie gets under readerâs desk and eats her out while she uses a toy on herself.
âNEEDYâ - dom!billie x gamer!reader
contains: fingering, cunnilingus, public?, gxg smut, strap on sex, overstimulation.
the stream glows soft blue on your face, the only light in the dim room. your fingers dance across the keyboard, voice low and teasing as you read donations aloud to the handful of regulars in chat.
the room smells faintly of vanilla candle and warm electronics, your thighs already sticky under loose cotton shorts from the slow ache thatâs been building all evening.
your phone buzzes on the desk, face-down. you ignore it at firstâanother sub notification, probablyâbut it buzzes again.
no username you recognize. just a single photo.
sheâs in frame from collarbones to thighs, black lace panties pushed aside, two fingers buried deep, your eyes flicked to her face, she was biting her lips, her fingers her soaked, glossy from how wet she is.
the next message is a videoâno soundâjust her hips rolling slow, biting her lip so hard itâs swollen red, eyes locked on the camera like sheâs staring straight through the screen into you.
your breath catches hard enough that chat notices.
âeverything okay, y/n?â
you force a laugh, shift in your chair, feel the seam of your shorts press right against your clit.
âyeah, just⌠someone being a menace.â
a new photo: her tongue out, saliva dripping onto her own breasts, caption just one word.
you type back fast, thumbs shaking: you started it.
âkeep streaming pretty girl. donât let them see you fall apart.â
your face burns. you glance at the webcam light, steady red, and roll your lips together, trying to look normal.
chatâs spamming question marks. you clear your throat, read the next donation like nothingâs happening, but your voice cracks on the last word.
under the desk your knees are already parting.
billie sends one more thing.
sheâs in your apartment.
you can tell by the playboy poster on the wall behind her. sheâs crouched by your bedroom door, hoodie unzipped, nothing underneath, phone angled so you see the shine on her inner thighs. she mouths two words you can read perfectly.
your heart slams against your ribs. the chat is oblivious, laughing about something in game.
you mute your mic for one secondâjust oneâand let out the shakiest exhale of your life.
cool air kisses the backs of your thighs first. gentle fingers hooking under the legs of your gaming chair, tugging it back an inch. you freeze. your camera only shows you from chest up; no one can see whatâs happening below frame.
billieâs breath ghosts over your knee. then higher. her lips brush the sensitive skin just above your sock, open-mouthed, wet. you feel her smile against you when your leg jerks.
you unmute, voice trembling. âs-sorry, dropped my controller.â
her tongue traces a slow line up your inner thigh. stops just before the hem of your shorts. you clench so hard the chair creaks.
chat: you good queen? youâre mad red
âitâs hot in here.â
billieâs fingers curl into the waistband of your shorts and panties both, dragging them down just enough.
cool air hits slick, swollen skin and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stay quiet.
she spreads you with two fingers, gentle but firm, and the first slow lick drags from your entrance to your clit like sheâs savoring you.
your hips try to chase her mouth. she pins them down with one hand, nails digging in just enough. the second lick is firmer, parting you, tongue flat and hot.
the third circles your clit so perfectly your vision tunnels.
youâre reading donations, the words slurring. someone tips 500 bits with the message make her moan.
billie hears it somehowâshe must be watching the overlay on her phone.
she sucks your clit into her mouth hard, flicks it twice, releases with a soft pop you swear the mic picks up.
your hand flies to cover your mouth.
âthank you for the bitsâoh my godââ
under the desk sheâs relentless now.
tongue fucking into you in slow, deliberate strokes, nose brushing your clit on every push in.
your thighs are shaking so bad the chair rolls an inch. she humsâactually humsâand the vibration makes you choke on air.
hear the soft click of plastic. your favourite toy, the curved silicone one you keep in the drawer right there.
the low buzz starts and your eyes flutter shut for half a second.
she teases the tip up and down your slit, coating it until itâs dripping with you, then eases it inside in one smooth push.
your back arches hard. but you disguise it as stretching.
the toy curls right against that spot and turns on a low, pulsing pattern.
billieâs mouth seals over your clit again, sucking in time with every throb of the vibe.
so close, your voice is cracking on every word, thighs clamped around her head. she knows. she always knows.
she pulls off just long enough to whisper against you, lips brushing swollen flesh.
then sheâs backâtongue lashing fast, toy cranked higher, fingers digging bruises into your hipsâand you break.
your orgasm hits, sharp and blinding. you turn it into a cough, slam the mute button, ride her face in tiny, desperate jerks while she drinks every pulse, every shudder. the toy keeps going until youâre whimpering, oversensitive and boneless.
chatâs spamming â???â and ââ¤ď¸â emotes.
billie slides the toy out slow, licks it clean with a filthy little moan you feel more than hear.
she presses one last kiss to your clitâsoft, reverentâthen crawls out from under the desk, hoodie zipped now, cheeks flushed, lips shiny.
she leans over you, chest to your back, and unmutes the mic herself.
your voice comes out wrecked.
âsorry guys, technical difficulties. iâll be back tomorrow.â
billie ends the stream for you. the moment the overlay goes dark she spins your chair, straddles your lap, and kisses you so deep you taste yourself all over her tongue.
âgood girl,â she whispers against your mouth.
ânow turn around. weâre not done.â
billie smiles, slow, dangerous, and stands from your lap. the hoodie she zipped for four seconds of pretend modesty slips off one shoulder. nothing underneath. nipples hard, silver bars glinting. fresh hickey high on her left tit from two nights ago and faint red scratches across her hip from earlier this week.
sheâs a living record of every place youâve touched her.
your gaming chair creaks when you try to speak. she doesnât wait.
âbedroom,â she says. not a question.
you stand. knees almost fold the second cool air hits the mess between your legs.
billie grabs your elbow, steadies you, then uses it to tug you down the hallway.
every one feels underwater.
bedroom door already cracked. window open, curtains breathing.
vanilla candle burned low on the dresser, throwing gold shadows everywhere.
the sheets were twisted from this morning when she woke you with her tongue inside you and wouldnât let you come till you screamed her name loud enough for the whole building to hear.
billie stops at the foot of the bed, spins you, pushes your shoulders. you fall back with a bounce. sheâs on you instantly, knees bracketing your hips, hands caging your head.
âlook at you,â she murmurs, eyes dragging down.
tank top shoved up under your arms, tits spilling out, nipples tight and begging.
stomach fluttering with every breath. thighs shiny all the way to your knees.
âcompletely fucked. and weâre just getting started.â
you reach for her waist. she lets you drag her down, lets you kiss her deeper.
you taste yourself heavy on her tongue, salt and sweet. she moans when you suck her bottom lip, bite just hard enough to sting.
her hips roll once, bare cunt dragging over the soft skin just above your mound.
you feel it smear hot across you.
she does it again, slower, clit catching perfectly, breath hitching.
âbeen dripping since that first pic,â she whispers against your jaw.
âsat right outside your door fingering myself listening to you try to sound normal. almost came just from your little stutters.â
your hands slide to her ass, spread her, yank her harder against you.
her clit catches again and she whines.
âshh.â she sits up, straddling you proper.
she grabs your wrists, pins them above your head with one hand. sheâs stronger than she looks.
âkeep them here. move them and i stop. got it?â
you nod so fast you got so dizzy.
she leans in, licks up your neck, bites your earlobe. âwords, baby.â
she lets go slow, testing.
you curl your fingers into the pillow and donât move. satisfied, she slides lower.
spends forever on your tits, mouthing everywhere except your nipples, sucking little purple bruises into the soft skin around them. every time you arch trying to get her where you need she pulls back just enough to make you cry.
finally she flicks her tongue over one aching peak.
your back bows hard. she hums, happy, and sucks it into her mouth, hard. her hand cups your other breast, thumb circling the nipple till youâre babbling her name.
she switches sides, teeth grazing, and you feel fresh slick leak out of you onto the sheets.
when sheâs happy with the mess sheâs made âboth tits red and swollen and wetâshe moves lower.
there were kisses over your ribs, your stomach, the little silver bar in your navel. tongue traces it, teasing, before she keeps going.
your legs fall open on their own.
she settles between them like itâs home. spreads you with gentle thumbs and just stares. youâre puffy and pink and glistening, clit twitching every time her breath hits it.
âprettiest pussy iâve ever seen,â she says, almost praying.
âevery time i think iâm done i look at you like this and iâm starving again.â billie says and you whimper. actually whimper.
she licks you once, slow and flat, gathering wetness from entrance to clit.
until youâre rolling up to meet her mouth and she has to pin your hips down.
then the teasing stops. she eats you like sheâs trying to crawl inside. tongue pushing deep, curling, fucking in and out while her nose grinds your clit.
hands slide under your ass, lift you higher, spread you wider.
the angle lets her tongue fuck deeper and you cry out, fingers scrabbling for the headboard.
she moans into you. the vibration makes your thighs clamp around her head. she pushes your legs open, her tongue flattens, drags up, starts tight and fast circles around your clit.
two fingers slide in easyâyouâre so wet they sink to the knuckleâ and curl hard.
your second orgasm builds closer and tighter. she knows every inch of you, spent months learning exactly how to break you apart.
she adds a third finger, stretches you open, thrusts in time with her tongue. her other thumb presses just above your rim, not inside, just pressure, and it snaps you.
you come hard, back arching off the bed, thighs shaking, a broken moan tearing out of you.
she doesnât stop. just softens her tongue, laps you through every pulse till youâre twitching, then pulls her fingers out slow and licks them clean while watching your face fall apart.
youâre floating. boneless.
she crawls back up, kisses you soft and deep so you taste yourself again.
âturn over,â she whispers.
you roll onto your stomach without thinking. she lifts your hips till youâre on your knees, chest pressed to the mattress, ass up. you feel filthy and perfect.
nightstand drawer opens. clink of the harness. your cunt clenches around nothing.
billie presses against your back, chest to spine, and you feel cool silicone nudge your thigh.
midnight blue, thick, curved just right. sheâs already wearing it.
âcolor?â she asks low in your ear.
âgreen,â you breathe.
she kisses the back of your neck, sits back. spreads you again, drags the head through your folds, coating it.
teases youâup and down, tapping your clit till youâre pushing back with a whine.
slow. so slow you feel every inch splitting you open.
breath catches. sheâs thick and youâre swollen from coming twice and it burns perfect. when her hips meet your ass you both groan.
she gives you a second, hands stroking your back, your sides, your thighs. then she pulls out just as slow and thrusts back in.
again and again. deep and relentless.
the room fills with wet sounds, your broken moans, her ragged breathing.
she leans over you, one hand sliding under to cup your breast, the other finding your clit.
âcome whenever you want, baby,â she pants against your shoulder. âiâve got you.â
she speeds up, hips snapping, fingers circling tight and perfect.
every thrust drags the head across your g-spot and your eyes waters.
you come again, clenching so hard around the silicone she has to fight to keep moving. she fucks you through it till youâre sobbing into the pillow.
just slows, lets you breathe, then starts again. long deep strokes that make your arms give out. you collapse to your elbows, ass still high.
she follows you down, blanketing your back.
mouth at your ear. âone more,â she whispers.
âwant you to come on my cock while iâm inside you.â you didnât think you had another one. you were wrong.
you hear the soft buzz. she presses your vibe to your clit without warning.
the sudden vibration makes you scream into the mattress.
she fucks you steady and hard, vibe merciless, her own breath hitching as the base grinds against her clit with every thrust.
you feel her start to shake first âthighs trembling, rhythm stuttering. she buries her face in your neck, teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle her moan as she comes from the strap friction as it was pressing against her own clit, hips jerking.
knowing sheâs coming while the strap was buried inside you sends you over again.
fourth orgasm rips through you, turns you inside out.
you squirt, hot and sudden, soaking her thighs, the sheets, everything.
she curses reverent against your skin.
she rides it out with you, both shaking, until the vibe is too much and you reach back blind to kill it.
you collapse fully, roll to your side. she unclips the harness, lets it thud to the floor, crawls in behind you and pulls you close.
both of you sweaty, sticky and ruined. she kisses your shoulder. she moves your hair to the side, kissing your neck, the shell of your ear.
you manage a weak âhmm?â
âyouâre never streaming again without me under that desk.â
you laugh, hoarse and breathless, twist around and kiss her slow.
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