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[cookiezini]

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[joszns]

first time for everything ✭

virgin!ellie x virgin!reader

cw: scissoring, some fingering, cuteness! ellie and fem!reader just being silly and sexy

today was the day.

you had showered, styled your hair, shaved, lotioned, the works.

a lacy set of lingerie was laid out by you, the thought of ellie seeing you in it making your heart flutter.

after putting it on, you stood in the mirror.

you admired your choice, the sheer floral pattern on the bra adorning your breasts and covering up just the right places, leaving a perfect amount to the imagination. a delicate silver heart bedazzled from the center of the bra, sparkling in the light of your bathroom. the bottoms were cheeky, completely see through fabric save for the gusset and a black heart in the same floral pattern at the center of the crotch. the straps on the thong were bedazzled, matching the sparkly bra.

satisfied with how you looked, you put your outfit on and texted ellie you were on the way.

when you arrived, you were nervous. sure, it was just a movie night, but you were secretly planning so much more.

“you look cute,” ellie greets, kissing you softly and bringing you inside. “what’s the occasion?”

you flush red. “what, can I not dress up nice to hang out with my girlfriend?” you say with a laugh, taking off your shoes and settling into her bed.

she rolls her eyes in response and sits next to you, arm over your shoulder as she picks up your legs and drapes them over her own.

“let’s watch a haunting in venice! heard it’s good.” ellie says excitedly. she eagerly puts the movie on and pulls you even closer, making your heart beat faster.

the movie starts, but you aren’t interested. you turn to ellie, admiring her face. you felt different this time, the warm feeling of love that typically stayed in your heart beginning to bloom somewhere else.

“what is it? do you wanna watch something else?” ellie asks, noticing how you haven’t once looked at the screen. you meet her gaze before flicking your eyes down to her lips, then back up again. she does the same, leaning in for a kiss.

eagerly, you reciprocate, your hand rising to cup her face as the kiss begins to intensify quickly. tongues sliding against the others own, sloppy smacking, a desperate whine from you as you began to be needy for her. you position your legs and sit up, straddling ellie as you two make out. her hands rose to your body and gently squeezed your upper thighs.

you felt bold, beginning to grind down on ellie. she broke the kiss, pupils blown wide and breathing heavily as a string of saliva connected your swollen lips to eachother.

“what…fffuuuckk….what are you doing…” ellie said, watching as your hips rutted down into her own, her clit throbbing.

“i…im ready. im ready to go all the way, if you are..” you said nervously. she looked up at you, lips parted slightly.

“are you sure? i…” she starts, searching your face for any signs of doubt.

anxiously, you take hold of her hand and tenderly place it on your clothed breast. ellie flushes red and squeezes softly, causing you to let out a breathy whine. you lean down to her neck, kissing gently at first.

“‘s this okay?” you mumble against her skin.

“yes.” ellie responds, leaning to the opposite side to expose more of her hot skin. you began to pepper open mouthed kisses on her skin, suckling and leaving soft purpley marks behind. ellie moans quietly, your cunt absolutely dripping at her sweet sweet sounds.

her hands began to grope at your body, hesitant but needy, traveling from your plush, gyrating hips to your tits, squeezing at them. you moaned against her neck, the grinding not providing the friction you desperately craved.

you pulled away from ellie’s neck, which made her whine quietly at the loss of contact.

“should…can we start undressing?” you asked nervously.

“please…” ellie responds.

you grab the end of your shirt, stepping off the bed and staring into her lush green eyes, batting your eyelashes as you slowly took it off. she watched intensely, almost like if she turned away for just a moment you would disappear. you unbuttoned your jeans as well, sliding off the denim. her greedy eyes traveled down your torso, face turning red at the sight of your lingerie set.

“were you planning this?” ellie asked, kissing your collarbone.

“maybe.”

she draws in a breath, heart beating faster as the tension in the room grows.

“your turn.” you say, looking into ellie’s eyes once more.

ellie takes off her tank top, her chest bare underneath. her small but perky breasts, now exposed to you, pale, freckled, and perfect.

“sorry…typically i don’t wear a bra.” ellie said nervously, raising an arm to cover her bare skin.

you stopped her.

“don’t cover up, you’re perfect.” you said softly, kissing her after. ellie melted into the kiss, kissing you back desperately as she pulled you impossibly closer. your tongues slid against eachother sloppily, lewd smacking sounds echoing in the dim room.

ellie’s hand tenderly slid from your hips to your inner thigh, her thumb rubbing the softest circles on your clit through your panties.

“can i do this?” she asked softly against your reddened lips.

you bit your lip, a soft whine trying to break from your lips. “yes.”

ellie kisses you roughly, slightly increasing the pressure on your swollen bud through the sheer lace. you whimpered against her lips, pushing into her thumbs pushing.

“more..” you mumbled into the kiss.

ellie pushed you into the bed, slotting her knee between your legs and pressing it against your damp panties.

you moaned on her lips, rutting your hips on her knee. her hand groped your breast, lips kissing from your cheek to your neck, then your chest.

“can I take this off…?” she asked.

you nodded in response.

she fumbled with the clasp, brows furrowing in frustration as it wouldn’t unhook.

“ah fuck…sorry, this is so bad..” she apologized, finally unhooking the damn thing.

you giggled in response.

“you’re so cute…”

she blushed.

you discarded the bra, breasts now exposed like her own. ellie stared at them for a moment before connecting her lips on your hot skin, sucking dark marks into your flesh as her tongue swirled around your perky nipple.

her hot tongue pressed against your skin drove you insane. you moaned softly, arching into her mouth. her hand slowly trailed down your body and once again began to apply slight pressure to your swollen clit through your lingerie.

you bucked your hips against her hand, a sharp whine breaking past your lips at the quick burst of pleasure that gave you. you started grinding on her hand, desperate for her touch.

“fuck…” ellie said quietly, her own clit throbbing beneath her jeans and boxers. she watched you getting off on her hand, lips slightly parted.

“need you…” you mumbled. you dropped down to ellie’s hand and shoved it beneath your panties, shivering at the touch of her cold fingers on your warm slick. she froze.

“are…are you sure?” ellie asked awkwardly, heart beating fast.

“i need you ellie. please….” you said, kissing her.

she quickly fumbled her jeans and boxers off, removing your own underwear as well. she pressed her chest against your own, hand making its way back to your sloppy cunt and-ohmygod she’s inside-curling her long, cool fingers upwards.

you nervously reach for ellies cunt, fingers awkwardly rubbing her puffy clit. she bucks her hips forward, whimpering softly at the sudden contact.

“baby…i need to feel you…” she said, catching your eyes. your heart beats faster, clenching down on her fingers.

“fuck…,” ellie whispers under her breath. “so…tight..can I?”

you nod in response, parting your legs as she slips between them and settles on top of you.

“are you sure?” she asked quietly, staring into your eyes.

you drew in a breath, blushing. admiring the beautiful girl infront of-well more like on top of- you, freckles decorating her toned body.

“im sure ellie.”

she looks downwards and begins to grind into you slowly, exhaling softly as your slick mixes with her own. you buck your hips, awkwardly trying your best to match her rhythm. her hands grip your legs as she speeds up, grunting occasionally. she didn’t care how out of sync it was, you felt so fucking good pressed against her clit and fuck she’s close-

“baby fuck…” she moaned, picking up the pace again. lucky for both of you, you were able to catch on. your body trembled as your clits aggressively rubbed together, sloppy wet sounds echoing between the two of you.

your chest lifted and sunk rapidly, careless whines and gasps escaping your lips as you stared at the girl on top of you.

“i…i love you, i lo-fuck-love you so much, ellie.” you moaned, eyes closing in pleasure as you neared your peak. “im so close, don’t stop.”

ellie grunted in response, hips shuddering as she continued her pace.

you both managed to find the perfect rhythm, the pressure and synchronization driving you both over the edge. you moaned her name, and she whimpered yours, both of you coming down from your highs pressed against the other.

she unhooked her leg from your torso, eyeing you up and down with a soft smile and loving look. you pulled her close, her sweat and scent mixing with your own.

“that was so…oh my god! haha..” you said with a giggle. ellie blushed.

“i uh…i learned a thing or two from porn. you’re also my first.” she confessed. you kissed her sweetly, the feeling of her lips on your own being one of the best things you’d ever known.

well, second best now.

[pastel-dolly1]

Your work is FANTASTIC!!! I'd looove to see your take on Domestic!Ellie what life is like with her, and maybe she would have a breeding kink too.... Much to think about, loveee your work!!!!

Thank you!! this means so much to me🥹. here you go! I hope you like it <33 no use of y/n

domestic wife Ellie! who insists that every Friday night you guys cuddle on the couch to watch whatever movie catches y’all interest. 

domestic wife Ellie! Who loves giving you massages and just pamper you in general. She will find any excuse to treat you like a princess. One time you complained that your feet where hurting and she was quick to get on her knees to massage them.

domestic wife Ellie! Who made a whole PowerPoint explaining reasons on why you guys should add a new member to the family: a dog. It took her a lot of convincing for you to finally agree on one. later that same week you guys found yourselves at an animal shelter.

domestic wife Ellie! Who fixes every broken thing around the house. you even enjoy watching her considering she always wears a white tank top and baggy jeans when she works around the house.

domestic wife Ellie! who will build anything for you. One time you talked to her about wanting a different coffee table for the living room. You were then woken up to a loud noise the next morning coming from in the garage from Ellie cutting plywood. 

domestic wife Ellie! Who gets turned on just by you cooking or doing little tasks around the house. One time you were folding laundry bent over at the waist picking a pile of clothes up when she came up behind you and slapped your ass. Mumbling praises about how good your ass looked up in the air on full display for her.

domestic wife Ellie! Who has a huge breeding kink. She would spend hours drawing in her sketchbook pictures of you being pregnant with her babies. At first, she didn’t tell you about how the thought of you being filled with her kids never left her mind. She would do other things giving you hints. 

She would send you videos of cute babies with a small message saying something like: ‘imagine if that was our baby.’ 

One time when she was fucking you with her strap it slipped. She was too tired and didn’t even realize what was coming out of her mouth. You would whisper things like: ‘gonna fill this pussy so good. I can’t wait for you to be pregnant with my baby.’ 

The kink only got worse when you started to play into it teasing her at first but then you started to become obsessed with the idea of you having her kid. 

[meretzini]

OBEY. 𓂃 ⸝⸝⸝. d. avanzini

nsfw. possessive!daniela. oblivious!fem r. mean girl!dani. exhibitionism. masturbation. sex toys. pussy eating. orgasm denial. bondage. a lot of profanity. i think that’s it..

wc 1.7k

you were dragged out of the car and into the house by your fuming girlfriend. "i told you time after time to watch who you fucking talk to." daniela huffs. "i knew i should have left your ass at home. get the fuck upstairs, i’ll be there in a minute." she mumbles with a pissed off tone.

you hurried upstairs. you knew you were in trouble.

you and daniela went to a party for a friend. daniela was already wary about letting you go, you were too friendly, way too friendly for daniela. you wanted to get along with everyone.

at the party, a random girl encountered you and became a little too touchy for daniela’s liking. she watched from afar to see how long it would be until you got the fucking hint that that girl was trying to make a move on you.

daniela was very possessive over her woman.

her friends would say she's just fucking obsessive but daniela begs to differ. she’s just protecting you from all of the weirdos who try to come onto you because you’re always so oblivious to see it.

daniela waited and waited until she had enough.

for about 20 minutes, she had to sit there and watch some drunk bitch feel all over her girlfriend. daniela told herself she wouldn't cause a scene but she just couldn't take it anymore.

the fuming latina marched over to you and the girl. she yanked the girl off of you and stood in her face. "i watched your ass sit here since the beginning. you know damn well who she belongs to. shit everyone in here knows that she is mine.” daniela ranted to the girl angrily. “get away from my girlfriend before i embarrass you in front of everyone.” she spat.

you stood there watching the scene unfold with a shocked expression. of course you didn’t realize that the girl was flirting with you. you’re so in love with daniela that you never bothered to know if someone else wanted you.

the drunk—well now sober girl scurried away and then daniela turned to meet your face. her eyes looked different, it wasn't the pretty brown shade anymore.

pitch black.

"you knew that girl was trying to make a fucking move on you. you fucking let her feel all over you." daniela cursed.

"n-no dani, i swear-"

"cut the bullshit. we're going home." daniela gritted as she grabbed you by the arm and dragged you out of the party.

"it’s time i teach you a valuable lesson. i try to hold back, to control myself but you keep triggering me." daniela spoke as you two made it to the car.

"get the fuck in."

now you were upstairs, anticipating for daniela to meet you. the longer it took daniela to come upstairs, the more nervous you became.

finally, you heard her heels click. you quickly moved to the back of the bed as daniela walked into the room.

"bring your ass up here," daniela demanded.

you climbed off the bed and walked up to daniela. daniela’s dark eyes scanned your body up and down. "get down on your knees. now."

you were confused, caught off guard by the order, "do i have to repeat myself? do what i fucking asked you to do." she barked.

daniela’s tone made you flinch, you quickly dropped to your knees. you couldn’t lie, a wave a shame came over your body as you were down to the floor with your eyes staring at the carpet.

"look at me."

you brought your head up, looking up at daniela in fear and well, daniela enjoyed it.

"i tell you time after time what to do if someone approaches you like that, but instead you continue to ignore my instruction and you did what you wanted. and now i’m going to make sure this won't happen again."

daniela walked into the closet, rummaging a little before coming out with a couple of things in her hand.

sex toys.

she laid them on the bed and looked down at you with a smirk. "remember how we both said we didn't like it when we pleasured ourselves.” daniela chuckled. “well, guess what you're about to watch me do."

your eyes widened. what did she just say? you couldn’t help the whine escaped from your lips.

"no, i don't want to hear it." daniela said as she bent down to your level. "when we came back from the party, i had a fun night in store for us. but instead, i have to spend the night punishing you."

she stood back on her feet, her eyes not leaving yours as she started undressing herself.

daniela was left in nothing but long white socks. she sat on the bed and picked up a vibrator of her choice. you watched her instensly as she turned up the speed to where she wanted it to be before looking at her now pathetic girlfriend.

"enjoy the show!" she teased.

daniela’s legs were now spread, displaying herself just for you. she began rubbing the vibrator up and down her folds, a low groan fell from her lips. she teased herself just a little more before placing the toy on her growing clit. daniela threw her head back at the already electrifying pleasure.

you didn't even want to look, but your eyes were completely stuck on daniela’s body. you felt the arousal brewing in your panties, pussy now just as wet as daniela’s.

another pathetic whine left your mouth alerting daniela to open her eyes. "aw, look at you. you want my pussy so bad.” a lazy smile painted across daniela’s lips as the vibratior continued to attack her now swollen bud. “too bad you can't get it." she laughed.

daniela continued abusing her clit, her moans loud and dramatic as you watched her from the floor. your pussy was aching, throbbing from need as your wet cunt clenched around emptiness. you needed to do something, you needed to relieve some of this ache.

"touch yourself and i promise you this will be the worst night of your life. keep your hands behind your fucking back." daniela ordered as if she read your scheming mind.

you hands flew behind your back, following daniela’s orders as you continued to watch her please herself.

"now watch me fuck my hole."

daniela used her other hand as she teased her entrance before sinking her middle and ring finger inside of her pussy.

she bit her lip in pleasure as she pumped her fingers in and out, making sure she fucked herself good just for you to see. daniela moaned loudly, "fuck this feels so nice."

you ached for daniela’s touch.

"daniela please." you begged. daniela ignored you while she continued to thrust her fingers.

the vibrator still against her clit while she finger-fucked herself caused daniela’s orgasm to hit earlier than she expected. her legs began to shake, her back arched as she reached the peak of her orgasm.

"f-fuck, oh my-" she didn't get to finish her sentence before cum leaked out of her. daniela’s fingers didn’t stop, she continued pumping her fingers as rode out her high.

once her orgasm subsided, she took a deep breath. her chest rising and falling rapidly after taking her own breath.

she finally looked down at you, smirking at your needy stare. "look at you. looking so hot and bothered." daniela’s fingers rubbed up and down her pussy, collecting her sweet cum seeping from her entrance.

she scooted more to the edge of the bed, her coated fingers now in front of your pouted lips. "here, have a taste, baby. i know you want it." daniela purred. you wasted no time, immediately opening your mouth and wrapping your lips around daniela’s wet fingers.

"you could've had way more, only if you didn't disobey me." daniela shrugged. you whined with daniela’s fingers still in your mouth. her fingers were removed with a soft pop. "i didn't mean to dani, i swear."

"bullshit."

"please, dani, please."you begged for pleasure. "i don't think you deserve any, after what you did."

"you deserve to stay on your knees like this for the rest of the night. untouched and left in your pathetic state.“

you whimpered at those words, the thought of being left untouched for the night, not being able to touch daniela, it sounded like hell. "daniela, please i’m begging-"

"shut up and come make me cum again in 5 minutes.. for your sake." daniela ordered as she laid back on the bed. she didn’t have to tell you twice. you quickly stood on your feet, wobbling a tad before quickly meeting daniela on the bed.

daniela then spread her legs open for you. "your five minutes start now."

your face dropped down to daniela’s pussy. licking up and down her cunt. "fuck" she cursed as she grabbed onto your hair. you stuck your tongue in daniela’s went, pumping your tongue in and out, resulting in an overwhelmed moan to leave daniela’s lips.

"oh my fuck." daniela moaned as you sucked on her clit. it didn’t take long at all before daniela’s body started shaking again.

she then came for the second time, letting go of your hair. your face was a mess, covered in daniela’s juices. she smirked.

"your punishment isn't over yet." she spoke.

"get up and remove your skirt and panties." she ordered and of course you obliged.

she then picked up another vibrator and handcuffs. "move to the back of the bed." she ordered once again. you were hesitant but you made your way to the back.

daniela crawled to the back as well, grabbing the handcuffs and handcuffing your hands to each bedpost.

she took the vibrator and upped it to the highest level. "spread your legs for me." you did as told. she took the vibrator and planted it right onto your stubby clit. you gasped out loud at the intensity from the vibrating toy.

daniela hummed at the scene in front of her. her pathetic, oblivious girl. "you’re going to stay just like this while i go have a nice bath. we could've been taking one together but you had other options tonight. if i come out of the bath and i see that you came. that’s your ass do you understand me?"

you whined daniela’s words, knowing how longgg daniela’s were. you nodded in defeat.

"good." she said as she crawled out of the bed, walking into the bathroom. leaving you there miserable and hopeless with a vibrating pussy. you yanked on your restraints, curled your feet—shit you did almost anything to help you not squirt all over the bed.

© m e r e t z i n i

mean girl!dani come corrupt meeeuhhh.

[pastel-dolly1]

feral girlfriend ellie! headcanons

pairing: Ellie williams x fem! reader smut

cw: mention of strap sucking, masturbation, lingering touches, wearing a vibrator in public, humping, face sitting, wet dreams. Ellie is just super horny, no use of y/n

authors note: hi! likes, reblogs, and comments are deeply appreciated. please send me some Ellie x reader requests. I was thinking about writing ghostface! ellie🙈 and thank you for reading. <33

Feral girlfriend! Ellie who will come up behind you when you are bent over at the waist to buck her hips up against your ass. Her hands would settle at your hips, and her bottom lip would be in between her teeth as she admired the view.

Feral girlfriend! Ellie who gets a rush of adrenaline when you guys do anything in public. One time she convinced you to wear a vibrator inside of your underwear and she swore from that day on it was the best day ever. The memory of you coming in your pants looking directly at her was stuck in her mind for weeks, and even months.

Feral girlfriend! Ellie who cannot keep her hands to herself to save her life.

Feral girlfriend! Ellie who watches the sex tapes you guys made specifically for when you guys were away from each other. She would even video herself playing with her clit and fingering herself, coming on camera before sending it directly to you saying: 'I wish it was your fingers inside of me.'

Feral girlfriend! Ellie who loves giving you back shots. She loved watching the way your ass moved when she pounded into you with her strap. And the way your back would arch beautifully for her—God it drove her crazy.

Feral girlfriend! Ellie who will draw naked pictures of you in her sketchbook in her free time. She would spend hours on drawing your boobs making sure they looked exactly how they did in real life.

Feral girlfriend! Ellie who loves it when you suck her strap. She swore that she could feel everything when you would deep throat her.

feral girlfriend! Ellie who has been caught humping your thigh in her sleep countless of times. "Hmph-," Ellie moaned, grinding her hips harder onto your bare thigh.

you woke up confused not knowing what was going on and there was a wet sensation that you would feel on your thigh. When you looked down you were shocked. "Ellie! Ellie, wake up," you whispered into her ear.

Ellie woke up on high alert like someone had broken into the house. "What? I was having such an amazing dream," she groaned with a pout.

You looked down at your thigh and then at her. "Oh, I bet." You teased, bringing your hand in between her legs to feel how wet she was. "Fuck? What were you dreaming about?" you asked, not believing how wet she was at the moment.

Feral girlfriend! Ellie who always shower with you. (She actually insisted on showing with you, saying that it ‘saves water.’

Feral girlfriend! Ellie who had to bribe you to sit on her face. At first, you were nervous because of how you haven’t done with before. Ellie had to actually beg on her knees, pleading for you to at least try out the position. (it turns out it was actually one of your favorite sex positions. That position was at number two. number one was doggy style.

authors note: Please leave me anons on ideas I should write! Thank you again for reading. I had so much fun writing these.

[retrobutterflies]

Nectar | billie eilish

Billie Eilish x Female!Reader

Summary: You both admit the extent of your feelings between soft teasing and pretty kisses.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Sickening, cotton candy fluff

Part I

A/N: A silly little addendum to Ambrosia.

“You look tired.” 

It took you a moment to acknowledge her words, her voice a low melody, lips brushing the curve of your ear. Your eyes had been blinking slowly, feeling the weight of sleep lulling at you for the past half hour but you were fighting to keep them open, determined not to let yourself fall asleep for fear that you would wake up and realize it had all been some sort of cruel dream. 

“I can stay up,” you replied, swallowing back a yawn that was creeping up your throat. 

Her eyes narrowed at you, scanning around your face. The room was dim, the only light coming from your desk lamp and the moonlight seeping in through the window but her eyes had no trouble admiring the contours of your face.

“Your eyes are drooping,” she said, the corners of her mouth ticking up in amusement as a pout formed on your lips.

“My eyes don’t droop,” you argued, meeting her gaze. 

“No?” Her smirk widened. 

She reached her hand up to smooth her thumb between your eyebrows, dragging over your brow bone and then the other one, melting away the tension that lingered on your face. You hummed, eyes fluttering closed at the affection. She let out a soft chuckle before you felt her lips press softly into the plush of your cheek.

“Come on, at least let’s get ready for bed?” she suggested and you opened your eyes to see hers still analyzing your face, her desire to care for you seeming more and more blatant that you were surprised you hadn’t noticed it before.

With a conceding nod, she shifted you softly off of her, standing up and pulling you up along with her. She went to rummage in your dresser for something to sleep in and you opened your door to peak out into the hallway to see if the bathroom was free. You heard your roommate shout in fear as a scream erupted distantly from the TV and you grimaced at the sudden noise puncturing the bubble of peace you had created in your room.

You turned to see Billie already moving to pull her shirt off and you turned back around quickly, shutting the door.

“You didn’t want to give me a warning?” You huffed, embarrassment seeping into you. You had seen her in a bathing suit before and on those sweltering summer nights where wearing anything more than shorts and a cami was too hot, but for some reason seeing a sliver of her torso now in the soft glow of your bedside lamp was enough to make a ferocious blush arise on your cheeks.

“I can give you a show if you want,” she bit back and you could hear the grin in her voice.

“Billie,” you whined, somewhat breathless, fighting the urge to turn around and glare at her. She let out a laugh.

“Okay, I’m done,” she said. You turned around and felt your heart squeeze.

Black sweatpants that pooled by her ankles and a large dark T-shirt that practically engulfed her whole. They were her clothes that she had left there, kept there for when she usually stayed over, and they stayed in the designated drawer of your dresser that only she was allowed to use. And you felt the soft creep of a blush crawl up your neck at the sight of her and the fact that you really couldn’t believe how blind you had been. 

“What?” she asked, her voice breaking you from your spell and you hoped she couldn’t see how hot your cheeks suddenly felt.

“Nothing,” you said back, a hint too quickly. She was already smirking again, her eyes charged with delight and mirth and a third emotion you couldn’t find the words to describe.

You opened up the top drawer of your dresser to pull out your own clothes but you could feel her heavy gaze on the side of your face. You turned to face her, clothes bunched in your hands, flush rising on your cheeks.

“I need to change,” you said, biting the inside of your cheek as you met her eyes.

She quirked an eyebrow, sly smile pulling at her pink lips.

“Do I have to turn around?” she asked and you felt silly with how bashful you suddenly felt even though barely a few minutes ago you were all over her.

“Yes,” you replied and she scrunched up her nose.

“Why?” She was practically pouting and you were starting to grow worried at how the rest of the night would go if every little thing she did had your insides setting ablaze. “We’ve always changed in front of each other.”

“Because it’s different now,” you said and she couldn’t hold back the playful roll of her eyes.

“Why, because I’m your girlfriend?” she said and you felt the wind get knocked out of your chest for a moment.

Girlfriend? Were you girlfriends now? It hadn’t even crossed your mind that this was the next step. You had just assumed after your month of panic and self-isolation that she would reject you once she finally realized why you had been acting so strange. It hadn’t crossed your mind that she would reciprocate your feelings and then want to turn your friendship into something more. 

“Are you?” you breathed, blinking owlishly at her. She blinked back at you and let out a breathy chuckle.

“Well we just confessed our love for each other . . .” she trailed off, as if suddenly realizing she might’ve jumped the gun. 

“I mean, if you’re not comfortable I totally understand. Sorry, I just, my mind is kinda moving a mile a minute right now,” she let out a sheepish laugh, moving her hand up to rub the side of her face.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, “That was fast. I wasn’t even thinking,” her words were quick, mashed together in a mix of embarrassment and panic. 

“We can just, um, see how it goes?” she winced at her own words, looking like she regretted them instantly. Her hand moved over her jaw and she let out a quiet exhale of frustration.

You didn’t mean to be silent for so long or make her squirm but you were taken aback. Billie had been your friend for years. You had watched her date and fall in love and break up and mess around and date again. It was nearly impossible for people around her not to fall in love with her. But you? Billie dating you? Wanting to date you? Wanting to stop dating other people?

“I thought . . .” you struggled to find the words, “you didn’t want a serious relationship anymore?”

She grimaced at your words, her tongue poking the side of her cheek as she stared at you. She nodded and then dropped her head into her hands, groaning as she rubbed her palms into her eyes.

“That’s because you guys kept trying to set me up with people,” she confessed. She pulled her face back up, nose scrunched.

“Oh,” you murmured, eyebrows pulling together, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize . . .” you trailed off.

She looked up at you, meeting your eyes and let out a sigh.

“No, it’s not–You didn’t do anything wrong,” she puffed out her cheeks that were starting to color a soft rose. She let out another sigh.

“It’s just, I didn’t want to date anyone–,” she started, her eyes now holding yours. The light of the moon was shining through the window, illuminating her eyes so they flashed a cold azure. You could feel her unsaid words in the air, your breath stalling in your chest as you waited for her to continue, “except you.”

She had already confessed to loving you when she couldn’t bare to separate her lips from yours but hearing this confession, the depth of her admiration, had your insides swirling.

“You stopped dating . . . because of me?” you asked, wide eyed as you stared at her.

“Yeah,” she let out a sheepish chuckle, “I mean, I tried to get over you. But you kinda . . . messed me up.”

“I messed you up?” you gasped, an airy, incredulous laugh leaving your lips as you blinked at her.

“Dude, I literally–,” she let out another groan, rubbing her face again, “You don’t get it. I’m literally so obsessed with you I couldn’t even pretend to like someone else.”

“You’re kidding,” you replied, a smile creeping onto your face as you gaped at her.

“I wish I was,” she huffed.

“No, wait, because what about a couple of weeks ago, at that party on Sinclair? You left with that girl?” you questioned, narrowing your eyes at her.

“What girl?” she cocked her head.

“The one with the long dark hair and she had that cool new Coach bag I’ve been wanting and she was flirting with you all night and you seemed more than happy flirting back and then you left together. I watched you,” you said, moving your arms to cross over your chest. 

She blinked at you. Then she let out a musical laugh.

“Jordan?” she questioned, incredulously. 

“I don’t need to know her name,” you huffed, wrinkling your nose at her. She laughed again, taking a step closer to you. 

“Oh my god, you’re insane,” she muttered, but her lips were pulling into a grin and she seemed pleased at the sudden jealousy radiating off of you.

“Wow, you really know how to compliment a girl,” you snipped back and she laughed again, stepping closer until you could smell the soft swirls of her perfume.

“It’s because you are. You’re so out of touch from reality I’m genuinely shocked,” she said and you gasped at her.

“You are digging yourself a hole,” you grumbled, glaring at her grinning face but she persisted.

“Jordan is a friend who is straight and has a boyfriend,” she emphasized for good measure, “And she was giving me advice about you because you were ignoring me.”

You stared at her, mulling over her words and trying to reel in your jealousy but your mind flashed back to that party and Jordan putting her hand on Billie’s arm as she led them out of the door. 

“But you left with her.”

“No, her boyfriend and some of his friends were hanging outside so we went to get some fresh air. I never left. But when I came back in, you, however, did.”

You winced at her words. You had left shortly after that because the thought of Billie bringing another girl home made you feel so nauseous you thought you were going to puke all over that 2000s Tuscan kitchen.

“Oh,” you mumbled, “I didn’t realize.”

“You were jealous,” she said, almost gleefully, her smirk deepening.

You rolled your eyes, trying to stop the smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.

“Hardly,” you replied, tasting the lie on your tongue. She grinned further.

“You’re practically green,” she said and stepped close enough that you could lightly swat her arm.

“Stop,” you groaned, moving your hands to cover your face. She reached her hands out to wrap them around your wrists, softly tugging them away from your face.

“You look like the Grinch,” she added.

“Billie!”

Before you could protest further, her lips were on yours, soft and warm. Her hands were wrapped around your wrists, tugging them into her chest so she could pull you closer. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let out a dazed breath in between her ardent kisses. Your body relaxed, leaning into her touch, soaking in her affection like a flower to the sun. She smiled against your lips and then she pulled back to admire your flushed face, biting her lower lip as her eyes darted around your face.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” she mused, her words soothing her earlier teasing. “But you have no reason to be. I promise.”

You hummed in response, eyes flickering back to her lips before you were leaning in again. She kissed you back eagerly, hands moving from your wrists to wrap around your back, tugging you in closer. Your arms snaked around her neck, leaning your weight into her. Her lips were inebriating, moving against yours in a delicate dance that had your head feeling like TV static. One of your hands burrowed in her hair, silky strands curling around your fingers. She sighed in contentment, her breath fanning over your face, catching your lips quickly again like you would disappear if she wasn’t careful.

Slowly, your kisses softened, each one dragging out longer and longer until you were both catching your breath and she was pressing her forehead against yours.

“I would though,” she said, her voice rasping as she broke the silence, “like you to be my girlfriend. If you want.”

Your cheeks burned like fire and your stomach felt like a butterfly vivarium. You moved your hand up to cup her cheek, pulling away so you could look at her properly. Your eyes flickered between hers, seeing the sincerity and vulnerability reflecting in her glass eyes. 

“I would like that too,” you murmured. She pressed her cheek into your hand before turning her head to touch her lips to your palm.

You stayed like that for a moment, soaking in the fresh feelings, her eyes holding yours before she was leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek, and then another, and then eight more until she was content. And you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face even if you tried.

It took everything in you to separate from her but you could see her eyes now starting to blink sleepily at you and you knew after your emotional evening you were both close to crashing.

You went to the bathroom to change your clothes, hurrying through your night routine. When you returned to the room, she was stretched on your bed, hair dangling off the side as she stared up at the ceiling seemingly lost in thought. Your heart squeezed at the sight. You had missed her making herself comfortable in your room like it was her second home. It had been painful not having her here and pretending like you were okay without her but seeing her there, as if the past month hadn’t happened, made you feel a sense of relief you didn’t realize you needed.

When she noticed you were done, she pulled herself off the bed and took a few steps towards you. She gave you a sleepy smile and pressed another few kisses to your cheek before she slipped by to the bathroom.

You sunk down onto the mattress, slipping under your comforter and resting your head against your pillow. Your eyes strayed to the other side of the bed. Billie had spent many nights there, sleeping next to you. A few times you had woken up closer than you had fallen asleep. And you used to think that your desire to scoot closer to her on the bed, feel some part of her touching you before you slept, was nothing more than your platonic love for her. But now, sifting back through those memories, you knew it had always been different. Everything had been different with her. 

None of your friends were allowed to cuddle up to you like she was. None of them could be as touchy or affectionate as she was. Only she could call you silly pet names or lean her full body weight on to you while watching a movie or have designated closet space in your room. You realized now that you had had feelings for her for so much longer than you let yourself know and now after experiencing her unfiltered affection for you, you couldn’t believe you had waited this long to face it.

“What are you thinking about?” Her voice was soft, breaking you out of your thoughts. She had already turned the lamp off and shut the door and was slipping into the bed next to you. You hadn’t even heard her come in.

“You,” you confessed, feeling little desire to conceal the last bits of your feelings. Tonight had been the night to lay everything out on the table.

“Oh really?” she mused, shuffling close so her face rested on the part of her pillow that was closest to yours.

You turned on your side to face her, tugging the covers up the both of you. She was fresh faced now, her skin rosy from the cold water she always used to wash her skin, plush from your moisturizer that she liked to steel that you started buying two of each time just for her. 

She reached out her hand to brush your hair back from your face, her nails lightly dragging on your skin and into your scalp, leaving a trail of tingles. 

“Just how,” you shuffled a touch closer to her until you could feel her chest touch yours and you could feel the warmth of her breath graze your lips, “I’ve had feelings for you longer than I realized.”

“Yeah?” she hummed, her eyes hooded as she stared at you, her other hand finding yours under the sheets and linking your fingers together. “How long?”

“I’m not sure,” you admitted, eyes blinking slowly at her, lulled by her soft touches and sleepy gaze. “But I think a really long time.”

She stared at you for a long moment, silent but continuing to stroke the side of your head. You wanted to know what she was thinking. You could see the thoughts whirring behind her eyes.

“I know when I realized,” she finally said, puncturing the silence. You squeezed her hand.

“When?” you asked.

She smiled at you, so softly you felt yourself turn nearly liquid under her gaze. Her eyes flickered to your lips but she stayed where she was, as if she was resisting the temptation so she could continue.

“Three years ago,” she said, eyes flickering back up to yours, “When we went to that diner at 1am and it was just the two of us. I don’t know what it was but something just clicked that night and I couldn’t see you any differently anymore.”

Her confession hung in the air and you let out a sigh, the words causing your heart to squeeze.

“That long?” you asked, an uncomfortable feeling settling low in your chest.

“Yeah,” she breathed and you wondered for a moment if she was nervous admitting it, like she hadn’t admitted it to anyone before.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize,” you murmured, a frown forming on your face. She moved her hand to swipe away the tension forming between your eyebrows.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” she replied, a breathy laugh leaving her lips. “It not hard to fall in love with you.”

“But you had to hide it for this long,” you retorted, unable to stop your frown as you thought about how long she had to go acting like everything was normal when you cracked in a month.

“I wasn’t hiding it very well. I think you’re just unobservant,” she said and you let out a soft laugh at her words. 

Looking back, you realized she was right. As much as she got preferential treatment from you, you got the same from her. You were the only one she let drive her car. Only you were ever allowed to do her makeup or her skincare. Every night out she was always checking in on you and only you, making sure you were feeling well, staying sober enough to always drive you home. And only you were allowed to cross into her personal space, hug her, lay on her, or cuddle up to her in bed.

“I’m really dumb, aren’t I?” you muttered, feeling heat rush to your cheeks in embarrassment. 

She laughed, her hand moving to cup the back of your neck, thumb brushing the curve of your jaw.

“Yeah,” she affirmed and you tried to glare at her but your lips were ticking up at the sides in a smile. 

You were quiet for another breath, feeling her leg brush up against yours. 

“Were you ever gonna tell me?” you finally asked the question that had been hanging over your head.

She stared at you, face contemplative as if she wasn’t even sure she knew the answer. Her hand found a loose strand of your hair and she brushed it through her fingers, coiling it around her pointer finger, tugging on it and then letting it loosen. She used to hesitate before she would touch you, like she had to be strategic about showing glimpses of affection, but now she was being open with her fondness, seeming to take any chance she could to touch you or kiss you or stare at you unabashed.

“I’m not sure,” she finally admitted, curling the hair back behind your ear. She let out a soft sigh, letting her thumb graze the softness of your cheek.

“There were times that I wanted to. And times I got really close,” she breathed into the quiet of the room, her voice soft and honeyed and layered with buried emotion.

“But I always got too scared. Or something would get in the way. Or I just found an excuse because . . .” She didn’t finish her sentence but you knew what she was going to say. Because you would’ve rejected her.

Your heart clenched at the thought. You weren’t sure what you would’ve done had she confessed her feelings for you before you realized your own. It might’ve affected your friendship, which would’ve torn you both apart or it might’ve made you confront your feelings much quicker, avoiding this last painful month.

“But I was okay with just staying your friend. I just wanted you in my life somehow,” she confessed, a melancholic smile pulling at her lips.

“Even when I was seeing other people?” She grimaced at the thought but gave a small nod. 

“I mean, I didn’t love it. But I wanted you to be happy. I was gonna take whatever you were willing to give me.”

You felt your eyes start to sting, overwhelmed by the sudden flush of emotions at her words. 

“Are you crying again?” she breathed, surprise woven together with concern. 

“No, just, that was so sweet. I–,” you lost your words, moving to wipe the sudden tears threatening to spill from your lashes.

She let out a melodic laugh, moving her hand to cup the back of your head and pulling you in closer so she could press her lips to your cheek. You tilted your head and she took the hint to press her lips delicately against yours.

Her kiss tasted like mint and you could smell the jasmine moisturizer on her skin. Her hand trailed from your neck down over the curve of your hip until she was tugging you ever closer, urging your leg to drape over her side, her leg fitting seamlessly in between yours. For a fleeting moment when her lips strayed from yours to find the velvet juncture of your neck, you wondered if this was going too quickly, if the awkwardness of the unknown and freshness of your relationship would catch up with you but then her mouth found a sweet spot below your jaw and your head quieted down to a pleasant buzz.

“No more tears tonight,” she murmured against your skin, dragging the edge of her canines over goose bumped skin, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest.

Her hand pressed into the small of your back to urge you even closer, getting rid of any space left that had lingered between you. You barely had time to feel anxious at these new sensations, her lips tracing your neck like a map.

“I would’ve waited even longer for you so stop worrying about it,” she mumbled, pulling back for a brief moment to gaze at you through half-lidded ocean eyes.

Your heart was so beating rapidly in your chest you wondered if she had felt your pulse against her lips.

“I don’t worry,” you quipped, voice breathy and face hot.

“No?” Her eyebrows quirked and a sly smile tugged at her lips.

“Never,” you replied, swallowing hard as you felt your insides swim and flip at her heavy gaze.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, biting down on her lower lip, her eyes flickering back to yours. “If you say so.”

You would’ve retorted, another teasing comment or sarcastic quip to ease the feeling of anticipation growing in your stomach, but her lips had found yours again and you couldn’t remember much past that.

billie masterlist ✩

[naotopia]

— ⠀ ⠀⠀𝑇𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸⠀ ⠀ ❤︎⁠︎⠀⠀⠀𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐸 𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐴𝑀𝑆

synopsis ♱ you ask ellie to rank boobs, ass and thighs in order.

tags ♱ no mentions of y/n, mix of fluff/sfw & nsfw headcanons, 18+ (minors don't interact), girlfriend!ellie, fem!reader, afab anatomy, mostly subtop!ellie and dombottom!reader, tit sucking & playing, face sitting & riding, let me know if i've missed anything :)

a/n ♱ i just recently watched spiderman bnd + started the glory and oh my god those r the bestest things ive watched this week,,, i hate yeonjin with a passion but god shes fine as hell 😭😭 also these headcanons are short im sorry 🥲 divider crds 2 @/suupersonic.

1. BOOBS

probably what she'd actually pick out of all 3 choices imo #boobloverellietruther

she loves every part of you but boobs just do something to her, kind of like a drug and she gets insanely addicted.

genuinely doesn't care about the size. boobs are still boobs!!

she stares at your chest a lot (especially when you're wearing low cut tops) and gets insanely embarrassed and awkward when someone catches her staring.

and don't get me started on when she sees your boobs for the first time. god she'd get so shy and awkward, face all flushed and everything.

you notice her staring at your boobs a lot so one day, you decide to guide her first because you know she'll never initiate the first move lol

to start, you took both of her wrists to place her hands on your breasts and ellie started slightly pulling her hands away by instinct.

she would then mutter, "shit, sorry. are you sure this is okay?"

she's an absolute muncher, eater, squeezer, sucker, biter, whatever.

gets slightly bolder when she gets fully comfortable, whether if it's sucking your tits, pinching your nipples, etc.

then has the audacity to ask, "is this okay?" you know damn well.

tits in face. genuinely that's all i have to say.

if you have nipple piercings, ellie is completely GONE.

it doesn't even have to be sexual too. she likes laying her head on your boobs for comfort, especially when she's exhausted after a long day.

sometimes she would slide her hands under your shirt to cup your breasts and just lays them there, she doesn't play with your breasts or anything.

she also likes squeezing your tits. most of the time it isn't even in a sexual manner.

like your tits are just so soft. how could she not?

genuinely you could be doing anything and ellie would walk towards you until she's standing in front of you just to squeeze them with a proud smile on her face.

afterwards she just leaves awkwardly, leaving you confused.

2. THIGHS

was lowkey hard to decide between boobs or thighs for her first pick but ive settled on boobs. she still loves thighs tho!!

ellie likes to lay her head down on them, and especially likes it when you scratch her scalp, nails gently digging through her hair.

she likes to trace lazy circles with her fingers on your thighs, mainly when she's feeling tired/bored and she's laying her head down on them.

she also likes to squeeze thighs as well.

she would definitely have a thing for being strangled by your thighs

or just having her head between your thighs in general but wouldn't admit any of that lol

especially when she's sitting on the floor while you're sitting on the couch and you wrap your thighs around her, playing with her hair while watching whatever was on the tv.

yeah she's #downbad

with thighs, she also gets pussy so #doublewin for her

she gropes your thighs as she practically devours your cunt.

and when you squeeze your thighs around her head as she sucks your cunt, it's over for her.

she definitely kisses your inner thighs and marks them with a bunch of hickeys.

overall she'd be like 50/50 with your thighs, like one half cute about it and the other half a MUNCHER.

3. ASS

ngl i don't see ellie picking ass as her first option or anything

but that's probably because she prefers parts where she can somewhat see your face as well

but she doesn't really care cuz it's you

she likes squeezing and slapping your ass whenever she gets the opportunity to do so.

and there's literally no reason for her to do it either but does it anyway

she shamelessly stares at your ass, especially when you're wearing shorts, skirts or when you're in an oversized t-shirt along with your panties.

her love for your ass is mostly just cute but there's still some moments where she gets horny so she pretty much eats up anything.

she's definitely into face-sitting oh my goddd.

like girl stop hesitating and just sit on her face. ellie is literally right where she wants to be.

if anything, she'll try to pull you down so that you're fully sitting on her.

technically with ass, she also gets pussy in a way #allroadsleadtopussy

she eats you out while you're riding her face.

god ellie can die happy now.

a/n the way the hcs kept getting shorter and shorter all the way down im ctfu

[ruya4four]

scaredy cat ₍^. .^₎⟆ aang x reader

₍^. .^₎⟆ synopsis: aang reassures you there's nothing to be scared of when you're with him!

₍^. .^₎⟆ content warningsﾉtags: NSFWﾉ18+ (MDNI), softcore smut, fem!reader, clothed grinding, body worship, mutual climax, aang basically comes on your panties :p, not proofread, lowercase intended

₍^. .^₎⟆ author's note: the atla party may be over but i'm still here. aang is so husband i love him i love writing him aaaaa!!! i wrote this pretty quickly to cleanse my blog cause i feel like everything is depressing and it's making me sad. </3

aang murmurs a stream of broken, soft praise against your skin, punctuating every "i love you" with a lingering kiss that feels like it’s trying to anchor his soul to yours. 

his voice is a gravelly hum that vibrates through your chest, sounding thick with an emotion he can barely contain. the air in the room is still, smelling faintly of the incense he burns and the clean, mandarin scent that always clings to him. he looks at you with a gaze so intense it’s almost overwhelming, his stormy eyes tracking every shift in your expression as your lips trail lower and lower down the expanse of his pale torso.

he swears this is his own version of peace—being pressed back into the dark sheets of his bed while you shower him with an adoration that can only be described as desperate . he feels like literal putty under your wandering hands, his muscles jumping with an electric tension every time your mouth finds another patch of skin to claim. as you trace the subtle lines of his body, aang lets out a ragged, shaky breath, his fingers curling into the fabric of the pillows until his knuckles turn white. he is so focused on the sensation of you that the rest of the world feels like it’s ceased to exist.

friction becomes his only reality when his hips instinctively lift off the mattress, seeking more of the heat you’re providing. his breathing stutters, becoming a series of short, uneven gasps when your lips brush over the rougher texture of his lower stomach . he closes his eyes tight, his head falling back as his fingers find their way into your hair, gently guiding you. his heartbeat is a frantic drum in his ears, and for a second, he thinks he might actually break apart from the immense pressure of how much he loves you.

suddenly, your mouth moves back up, retreating toward the familiar territory of his chest and neck as if you’re rushing away from a ledge. it’s a quick, telltale motion that lets him know you aren't just trying to tease him or draw things out. 

aang’s eyes flutter open, the vibrant tattoo on his forehead standing out even more starkly against his skin in his state of hazy daze. he tries to pull his thoughts back from the edge of his waistband, his focus shifting entirely to the way your shoulders are hunched and your gaze is fixed anywhere but on him.

"baby, you scared to go lower?"

his voice is a soft rasp that carries a deep and genuine concern that makes your throat tighten . he isn't being pushy, and there isn't a single hint of disappointment or frustration in the way he looks at you. he’s just checking in, his brow furrowing slightly as he waits for you to find your words. you feel a hot, prickly flush creep up your neck and over your cheeks, your nod being slow and incredibly sheepish as you finally meet his eyes.

"uhm, yeah," you whisper, the words feeling small in the quiet room. you bite your lip, feeling a bit ridiculous for the admission. "it's... scary down there. i don't really know what to do with... all that.”

aang can't help the small, surprised snort that escapes him at your choice of words. a faint, lopsided smile tugs at his lips, his expression softening into something so tender it hurts to look at. he finds the idea of you being intimidated by him almost too sweet to handle, especially since he feels like he’s the one who should be intimidated by your hold over him. in his mind, there is absolutely nothing you could do wrong as long as you’re the one doing it.

he is the last person who would ever force you into a position where you felt uncomfortable or pressured . if all you ever wanted was to kiss him until your lips were sore, he would happily spend the rest of his life doing exactly that . he reaches up, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek to wipe away the trace of worry he sees lingering there.

"that's totally fine," he hums, his voice a soothing vibration that settles the nerves in your stomach. he watches you closely, his eyes full of devotion. "we can try some other time. or we can never try again. whatever you'd like.”

the sincerity in his tone makes you want to crawl back into him, and you’re quick to tell him that you definitely don't want to stop everything. you have urges too, a magnetic pull toward him that refuses to be ignored. aang doesn't need to be told twice; he leans in, greedily licking into your mouth and devouring your lips until every other thought just melts away. he’s quick to flip the both of you over, his larger frame hovering above you as he makes pretty, broken little sounds of pleasure that get lost against your skin.

his body molds perfectly against yours, the weight of him a familiar and welcome pressure that makes your head swim . a slow roll of his hips is enough to leave you dazed, your hands clenching into his shoulders as you try to catch your breath . by the time he’s finished kissing your face, your lips are shiny and swollen, and the lopsided smile he gives you makes your heart do a frantic little flip in your chest.

he doesn't give you a moment to breathe before he’s on you again, his movements gentle but persistent. he begins to thrust in a rhythmic motion against your clothed pussy, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches the way your pupils dilate . the sheer gentleness of the act is what overwhelms you most, making your own hips buckle desperately against his in an attempt to get closer. aang watches in a kind of stunned awe as your legs open wider for him, an unspoken beckoning that he is all too eager to answer.

he doesn't need anything else; he prefers you exactly like this—sprawled open and eager for him to take care of you . when your hand seeks out his, he is quick to interlock his fingers with yours, pressing your hand into the mattress right beside your head. he holds it there, his grip firm, as he continues the steady grind of his hips. he feels a wave of fervor wash over him, almost embarrassed by the friction and the way he is reacting to you.

a wet, squelching patch begins to form where he keeps rubbing his tip through your panties, and the sight of your fucked out face makes him lose any sense of hesitation. his eyes find yours again, his gaze searching for the signs that you’re reaching your peak.

"it's okay, i've got you," he coos gently, his voice an anchor in the storm of your pleasure. he knows you're close; he can see it in the way you swallow thickly and the way you can't seem to look anywhere but at him . his muscles ripple and move with every thrust, and the sight of him so focused on you makes you feel dizzy with love.

"aang—" your breath hitches as you feel your body start to tremble, your walls fluttering around nothing as the tension reaches a breaking point . you’re so close, yet still just a hair's breadth away from the edge.

"i know, i know," he whispers, your little whine making his hand tighten around yours . he grinds harder against you, his own breathing coming in ragged, desperate hitches because he is right there with you, caught in the same heady pull. finally, his hand comes down to rub firmly over the fabric where your clit is hidden underneath.

you whine, a high, broken sound that fills the small space between your mouths, and you moan softly as the first wave of your climax washes over you.

aang leans down to kiss you, his mouth catching your breathless cries. you remove your hands from his grip, your fingers feeling heavy and clumsy as you wrap your arms around his neck . you pull him closer, your chest heaving against his, bringing his body into yours as you cum.

he is shaking now, his muscles corded and rigid with a tension that looks almost painful . aang is so close to the edge, his breathing coming in shallow bursts that puff against your damp skin. he lets out a choked sound, his hips jerking back instinctively as he starts to pull away from you .he’s trying to be careful, his protective nature overriding his own desire because he doesn't want to bust all over you or leave a mess on your clothes.

"no, please," you whisper, your voice thick and needy. you tighten your hold on his neck, your legs hooking around his waist to anchor him in place. you plead with him, looking into his blown-out, grey eyes, telling him that you want him and to please not stop.

aang lets out a pathetic, broken whimper directly into your mouth, his resolve crumbling at the sound of your voice. he stops fighting the urge and collapses back against you, his weight grounding and heavy. he kisses you with a messy, desperate ardor, his tongue licking inside your mouth while his body finally gives in.

he shudders violently in your arms, whimpering pathetically as he cums all over your panties. the load of him soaks through the fabric, a wet, warm weight that marks the end of his restraint. 

he stays there for a long time afterward, his forehead resting against yours and his breath slowly evening out.

aang eventually pulls back just enough to press a chaste, lingering kiss to your nose, his eyes finally regaining a bit of their usual spark when he’s with you as he watches the blush deepen on your face. he lets out a usual aang-like giggle that vibrates against your chest before he speaks. "you know," he hums, his voice still thick and hazy from the afterglow, "it's pretty funny that you were so worried about 'all that' being scary, but you're perfectly fine with me making a mess like this". 

[gooseraider]

face masks with ellie

“can we do face masks again, i like how soft my skin felt afterwards?”

you look over at ellie, sitting up to get a better view of her. “sure! you wanna do a sheet mask or a peel off one?”

ellie’s laying horizontally on your bed, tossing one of the plushies from your bed up and down.

“not the sheet one, it makes my face feel itchy.” her face scrunches as she speaks.

moving off the bed, you head towards the bathroom. “you wanna headband?” you ask from the other side of the room.

she nods as you rummage through your bathroom draws to find both a face mask and headbands.

you find ellie still tossing the plushie up and down, throwing the headband at her to grab her attention.

moving to stand in front of her on the bed, you put your own headband on. ellie follows suit, putting her own headband on as she sits up.

as giggle escapes your mouth when you notice some of her baby hairs and bangs still sticking to her forehead.

she’s looking directly at you now. “what?”

you move closer to her, “can i fix your headband baby?”

she smiles and nods, moving closer to the edge of the bed. you gently take the headband off her head, using both hands to comb through her hair and push it back.

you put the headband back on her head, gently patting her cheeks once you’re finished. “there, you’re all fixed up.”

you take a seat next to ellie, opening the container with black gloop in it. now face to face with ellie you begin applying the face mask to her face.

“ew its cold!” she says as she jerks away from you.

you place a hand on her jaw to keep her in place, “stop moving, i don’t want to get it in your eyes.”

ellie manages to stay still for the remainder of the application, “how do i look?” she asks batting her eyes.

“cute.” you mutter.

“your turn now!” she says, grabbing the container and brush from your hand.

ellie somehow moves even closer to you, her hand resting on your leg as she starts applying the face mask.

her eyes never leave yours, making you shrink slightly under her gaze. “stop looking at me like that, close your eyes or something.”

“you close your eyes! it’s not my fault i make you nervous.”

you roll your eyes, “you don’t make me nervous.”

“sure i don’t.” she says sarcastically.

“okay you’re done now.”

“how do i look?” you ask, making your cutest face.

“absolutely adorable.”

“let’s take a photo.” you say, grabbing your phone off the bedside table.

you move close to ellie, shoulder to shoulder with her. her cheek touches yours and you push her away. “ellie stop you’re going to mess up the face masks.”

she groans, “ugh you hate me.”

you move in front of her face, placing a kiss to her lips. “i love you.”

[suntaxi]

Needy Puppy

~ request here

~ no smut just fluff, hopefully this’ll get me out of my writing block (ᵕ,,¬﹏¬,,)

You scratched lightly at Sophia’s door—too whiny to listen to her scolding you through the door.

“Puppy, I don’t want you getting sick too.” Sophia coughs.

“But I miss you, Sophie.” You whine. “I haven’t seen you in so longgg.”

“You saw me in the kitchen an hour ago, puppy.”

“That’s a long time! I just wanna spend time with you.” You continue scratching at her door. Your nails tap against the wood in a rhythm Sophia would sample for a song if she was feeling better.

“Only for a few minutes, okay?” Sophia sighs. “I need to disinfect everything before you come in.”

“No! I can’t smell you when you use the spray.” Your scratching gets faster, and you can hear Sophia sigh again before cracking the door open the tiniest bit.

Sophia didn’t feel good at all. Her appearance reflected that—her outfit was a mix of comfort and warmth, but you could tell she had chills from how her sweatpants were rolled up to her knees. Sophia’s normal straight hair was all tousled like she’d been in bed all day—which she probably was.

But that didn’t matter to you. All you saw was your Sophia in pain—and you didn’t know what to do about it.

Pushing the door open, you jump into Sophia’s arms despite her warnings. Your nose finds the base of her neck, and you become increasingly grateful she didn’t Lysol the entire room before you came in.

Sophia can’t find the strength to push you off. Partially because she was feeling weak, partially because she just wanted to be selfish and hold you.

Despite the ‘responsible mother’ persona Sophia was used to, sometimes she didn’t want to be the responsible one. Only on rare occasions did she let herself go, and one of those occasions was right now.

She’d scold herself later if you got sick. Right now she just wanted to cuddle with her puppy.

“Your tail is wagging so hard, mahal ko.” Sophia presses a kiss to the side of your head. “Did you miss me that much?”

“Mhmm.” You pull Sophia impossibly closer to you. But a switch in your head is flipped, and suddenly you’re ushering Sophia back into bed.

The sight of Sophia being sick must’ve awakened something in you, because you’ve never had a stronger urge to take care of someone in your life.

Despite all of your puppy tendencies, you were damn good at doing chores. It was all probably a prerequisite for this exact moment—playing nurse for your Sophia.

You cross Sophia’s room with energy usually reserved for zoomies—tidying whatever you can see. Stripped clothes on her floor from trying to find something comfortable, her laundry basket she hadn’t gotten to do, and the various cups of liquid on her desk she used to stay hydrated.

But while you ran around with a newfound fervor, Sophia just wanted to cuddle. That’s why she let you in in the first place, but here you were, doing everything but.

Growing tired of waiting for you to come back to bed, Sophia tries to find the strength to find you again, but she eventually gives up after taking two steps and ends up in bed. This time, she falls asleep.

One you finally lose the energy to clean, you’re left with a spotless room and an asleep Sophia. Only then do your puppy instincts come back, and suddenly you’re back to wanting Sophia to cuddle you.

But now she was resting. You didn’t want to disturb her, but the selfish part of your brain did.

You find yourself next to Sophia’s bed—kneeling at the side to try and stop yourself from jumping on her and waking her up for cuddles.

Your tail wags slowly as you miss Sophia’s touch, and you turn your head just enough to look at her expression while she’s sleeping. Your ears flop over one another as you let out the tiniest whine.

You find Sophia’s hand under her blanket, clutching a stuffed animal to her chest. You’d do anything to replace it with yourself, but you knew the movement would wake her up. Instead, you take her hand to your head—like she’s the one petting you.

The sight was a bit pathetic, but you didn’t really mind. Her hand felt nice against your cheek.

You can’t stop the needy little whimpers escaping your throat. They just came naturally when you wanted Sophia’s attention.

You’re busy basking in Sophia’s faux touches, when you feel her fingers slightly twitch. Then you feel it—her hand starts moving on its own without you needing to control it. Your eyes shoot to Sophia’s face, who’s smiling despite her sickness.

“You’re so needy, puppy.” Sophia mumbles sleepily. Her voice was rough in the way that made you shiver. The same roughness when she was possessive and wanted you to herself.

“Your knees are going to get bruised, mahal ko. Come here.” Sophia pulls you up and lets you crawl into her arms under the blanket. You find your place with your head against her chest and your ears tickling the underside of her chin. “Wake me up next time, okay?”

“You looked so sleepy, I didn’t want to.” You whine.

Sophia moves back so she can look at you properly. “I would rather you wake me up than you being sad.” She boops your nose. “Even though your eyes get all big and wet and cute when you’re sad, I don’t like seeing it.”

You giggle as Sophia starts to tickle your tummy.

“You got that?” She smiles.

“Mhm!” You manage to hum in between giggles.

“You’re probably so tired, puppy. From all that running around you did earlier.” Sophia pulls you back against her chest.

“You did so good, cleaning up for me.” She presses a kiss against your temple. “I’ll give you a treat when we’re done napping, how’s that sound?”

You nod against her chest between yawns, in which Sophia coos in response.

It doesn’t take a long time for you to fall asleep. Especially because now you were certain that your Sophia was going to be okay.

[isaellie]

sub!ellie hcs ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀minors do not interact with this post

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who swears up and down that she is not a bottom, despite your incessant teasing about how whiny she ends up—it’s a miracle how her voice isn’t gone by the end of every night.

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who has a mommy kink who said that?? actually i did! she doesn’t say it repeatedly, but as she teeters closer and closer to the edge of euphoria it will come out of her mouth as her eyes start to roll back and as her hips start to instinctively buck.

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who rarely ever receives first, contrary to how she acts. she insists on letting you finish first, even if that means edging herself with a hand down her boxers, moaning and whimpering as she eats you out.

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who is the biggest fan of #bringbackfingersinmouths. whether it’s your fingers covered in her slick or her fingers finding their way to your lips, she’s all over it.

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who, in early stages of your relationship, got increasingly more obvious when sneaking off to fuck herself. it almost became pointless for her to say anything other than “i’m way too needy to deal with this right now.”

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who is always hesitant to send any sort of lewd photo when you two are apart, but she loves when you do—and she needs you to know that. so, in return, she’ll send you voice messages getting off to them in replacement of her own pics.

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who is the horniest girlfriend alive when she’s on her period. period sex isn’t her thing, however, so she’ll opt to grind on your thigh to satiate her needs—or fuck you until she cums untouched.

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who instantly mewls whenever you even get close to her neck. sucking marks into it, kissing, licking, biting, all of it will make her whine. and don’t even get me started on her collarbones and ears.

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who first finds out she has a praise kink in some unconventional way. you weren’t even trying to get her riled up, but a simple just like that or atta girl falling from your lips was enough to make her bite down a groan.

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who is the most giggly mf during foreplay, she cannot take anything serious, up until her desperation starts to kick in and the light messing around turns into agonizingly slow teasing.

⠀⟡⠀condescending praise and sub!ellie is obsessed, mostly about the way your tone shifts while saying anything slightly two-sided, but who needs to know that.

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who prefers face to face positions. call her boring or plain or whatever, but she likes loving on you and kissing down your jaw, whatever it is that you’re doing to her (or vice versa).

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who actually isn’t all over pet names in bed like you would’ve thought her to be. a simple babe/baby is her go-to.

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who, on some nights, enjoys the making out more than the actual sex—only on some nights, where she’s feeling more intimately vulnerable with you, not needing to actually touch each other for her to feel satisfied.

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who, on those same nights, gets too tired after making out for a good thirty minutes, meaning you two will just cuddle and fall asleep not long after.

⠀⟡⠀sleepy morning sex and sub!ellie is absolutely first in line. waking up to you absolutely needing her and still in a dazed half-asleep state that she surprises even herself when she finishes so insanely quickly? who the hell wouldn’t want that? — ellie, probably.

⠀⟡⠀sub!ellie who doesn’t want anyone else in the world but you.

── ⟡ ˙ 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙼 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 ̟ ⊹ @starduszt @thechocodoll @elliexbuckets @hersuniverse @m0on1ight1 @merquriie

— hi i’m working on an angst oneshot and anons request so i decided to release these in the meantime!! i don’t plan on writing much smut but i have thoughts that need to be shared ok thank you

[dearbaes]

𐔌  .  ALL YOUR LOVE  !  ୧

this is inspired by this post!!

synopsis: when she’s on her period and needs your care and love

content: soft abby, fluff and comfort, period cramps, abby’s on her period, cuddles

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You and Abby were outside, the semi-busy mall was bustling. You both had been out on a date before suddenly she excused herself off to the restroom. 

You stood outside, tapping your foot and scrolling on your phone. 

Then a text from her—

“Hey… I leaked through my clothes.”

You blinked at the text. You walked straight to the stall she was in, and knocked gently.

“Baby, can you come out?”

“... I don’t want to. It’s embarrassing.”

“Take my jacket.”

“But—”

“Just take it for the time being.”

The door opened and Abby peeked out, eyebrows curled up in frustration and a little pout on her lips. She looked absolutely miserable. 

You handed over your jacket which she took hesitantly. 

“Come out, you’re gonna die of the heat in there.” 

“... Okay.”

Abby slowly stepped out of the cubicle and followed you out, fastening the sleeves of the hoodie around her waist to cover herself. 

You got her a bottle of water, and uncapped it for her, “I’m gonna be right back, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

“Okay… be fast, please. I don’t… wanna be here alone.” 

You smiled gently, “don’t worry, I won’t be long, baby.”

-

“I’m here!” 

“Oh, where were you?”

“Nowhere,” you shrugged with a smile as you gave her a bag, “you can change into those clothes and I’ve also got you a—”

“—my favourite smoothie…” She looked ready to cry. “You remembered?”

“Well, yeah, why won’t I remember your favourite?” 

“No one’s ever really that considerate…” 

You chuckled, “baby, I’m your girlfriend.”

“The best one at that.”

You looked around, then handed her the bag of clothes and pads, “I’m gonna hold onto this, go get changed.”

“You didn’t have to buy new clothes, y’know?”

“I’m not gonna just stand by when you’re uncomfortable.”

“... You’re too sweet.”

You giggled, “just go, change.”

She nodded and took the bag before she gingerly walked back to the stall. It took her a little bit to get changed and clean before she stepped out of the stall, your jacket draped over one arm as she walked back towards you. 

You handed her the smoothie and took your jacket back, “come on, let’s go home.”

“We can keep walking, I’m fine—”

“Cramps?”

“... No.”

“Abby.”

“... Okay, maybe. Just a little bit.”

“Abby,” you sighed and took her hand in yours, “you don’t have to pretend to be fine. We can redo this date some other day. What matters is we’re both comfortable and happy.”

Abby nodded, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s okay.”

You both walked out of the mall, and back to the parking lot. You could see how Abby nervously drank her smoothie and followed you to your car. You opened the door for her. She got in, and you did too at the driver’s side. 

“You can talk to me if there’s something on your mind.”

She hesitated. As if opening up might somehow make her seem weak.  

“No one’s actually bothered to take care of me like this. Usually, I just… get a heat pad and curl up in my room until it’s over.”

Your fingers curled around the steering wheel a little tighter. 

“Abby, I don’t know what douchebags you’ve dated in the past. But I promise you I wanna actually take care of you.” 

“But…”

“But nothing. You’re my girlfriend.” 

She blushed and looked away. “I am…”

You smiled faintly. “So your happiness is my responsibility.”

You revved out of the parking spot, the other hand connecting your phone to the speaker. You tossed it onto Abby’s lap. 

“Play whatever you want.”

“Me?”

“Yes, who else is in the car with me,” you laughed softly. 

The drive back home was oddly comforting for Abby. Music played in the car and every now and then, Abby stole a glance at you. Just quietly admiring how you looked as you drove. Sunlight poured in, highlighting your features even more than before, it only makes Abby stare more. 

You knew she was staring, but you didn’t point it out. Sometimes it was better to just know and let her be. 

One hand remained on the steering wheel, the other opening up invitingly for Abby. She placed her hand in, interlacing fingers. 

“I’m sorry if I ruined today’s date.”

“You didn’t,” you replied, “you really didn’t.”

“I hope so,” Abby smiled. 

-

Back at home, you prepared a warm bath for Abby. She didn’t expect it at all, she couldn’t help how her heart fluttered when you guided her carefully into the tub. She sat there as you gently poured water over her, working your hand down her back and massaging her scalp. 

“You’re so pretty, baby,” you whispered as your hands played with her wet hair for a bit. 

“I’m not,” she retorted, voice softer than before. She didn’t know how but you managed to make her feel so soft, so taken care of. 

“Sure.” You giggled. 

The bath was warm, perfect. 

You let Abby dress up herself before you sat her in front of you, back facing you. 

First, you dried her hair, holding the hairdryer at a good distance as you made sure every inch of her hair was properly dried. Next, you moved to brushing her hair. 

You had a hairbrush in hand, gently working the bristles through her blond hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of your fingers carding through her hair. 

No one had ever done something like this for her. 

“You’re amazing,” she murmured under her breath as you finished brushing. 

“Is that so? Tell me more,” you joked, giggling as you gathered sections of her hair to braid. 

Once you were done, you tossed it over one of her shoulders and pulled the blanket over her body. 

“You should get some rest,” you got up, putting the hairbrush away, “do you need anything? The heating pad?”

“No, I’m fine,” she curled up, “I want… you. Come here.”

You got in bed with her, gently wrapping your arms around her. “How’re you feeling, baby?”

“I feel good. Amazing now that you’re here.” Abby said, voice quiet, “can you just lay here with me?”

“Yeah, of course, baby.”

She smiled and closed her eyes, slowly drifting off. You waited until her breathing evened out. Then—carefully you pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“Sleep tight, my angel.”

[nayloni]

wife!daniela x wife!reader | smau | adopted daughter: darla avenzini {yes the little girl from the little rascals i love her}

[byeilish]

FUCK THE BEAT INTO YOU billie eilish

synopsis; You’re stiff, nervous, you need to learn the rhythm of the song you’re making with Billie for a collab, when she notices, she decides to help you both, learn it and calm yourself.

warnings; Gip!Billie, dirty talk, no ask for permission, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, degrading if you squint, you tell me if there’s anything else I should put.

The studio in Billie's LA house felt like a cocoon of creativity and quiet intensity, tucked away in the sprawling modern home she called her sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the twinkling city lights, but heavy curtains were drawn, keeping the outside world at bay. Inside, the air hummed with the faint scent of incense and fresh coffee, mixed with the subtle musk of long hours spent chasing perfection. The grand screen set up dominated the space, its polished black surface reflecting the soft amber glow from the desk lamps. Posters of Billie's past tours and album covers adorned the walls, a testament to her empire, while scattered notebooks and a half-empty bottle of water cluttered the nearby table.

You'd arrived that afternoon, nerves buzzing like the synth lines in the track you were building together. As industry colleagues, your paths had crossed at industry events—quick hellos at the Grammys, nods during producer meetings—but this was different. This was intimate, collaborative, just the two of you hammering out a song that blended her edgy vocals with your piano-driven melody. The track was sultry, pulsating with a rhythm that demanded precision, especially from the keys. You'd been at it for what felt like eternity, your fingers aching from repeated attempts, but every run-through ended in frustration. The notes slipped, the timing fractured, and the whole piece fell apart.

Billie lounged against the edge of the piano, her black hair falling in loose waves over her forehead, those striking blue eyes fixed on you with a mix of amusement and impatience. She wore her usual oversized aesthetic—a baggy black hoodie that swallowed her slim frame, loose sweats that hung low on her hips, and chunky sneakers kicked off by the door. At 24, she carried an effortless cool, but up close, there was a raw energy about her, something magnetic that made the room feel smaller.

"Alright, let's take it from the bridge again," she said, her voice that signature low rasp, laced with a teasing edge. She pushed off the piano and paced a slow circle around you, hands tucked into her pockets. "You're overthinking it. The rhythm isn't in your head—it's in your body. You gotta feel it, like it's breathing through you."

You nodded, wiping sweat from your brow, and positioned your hands over the keys. The melody started strong in your mind: a steady pulse building to a crescendo, evoking late-night drives through the city, hearts racing in sync. But as you pressed down, your timing wavered. A note hung too long, another came too soon, and the whole sequence crumbled into dissonance. You slammed your palm lightly on the wood in defeat, exhaling sharply.

Billie stopped pacing, her smirk widening as she leaned in close, her breath warm against your shoulder. "See? Too stiff. You're like a robot trying to dance. Loosen up, yeah? Let me help you find the groove." Her tone was playful, almost mocking, but there was an undercurrent of something hotter, more insistent. Before you could respond, her hands were on your hips, firm and guiding, steering you to bend forward over the piano bench. The cool surface of the keys brushed your forearms as you braced yourself, heart pounding not just from the failure but from the sudden proximity.

"Billie, what are you—" you began, voice catching as you felt her press against your back. The bulge in her sweats was unmistakable, hard and unyielding, nestling right against the curve of your ass. She was different—everyone in the inner circles whispered about it, but feeling it was another thing entirely. A girl with a cock and balls, thick and ready, hidden under that casual exterior.

"Shh," she murmured, lips brushing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "I'm gonna show you the rhythm. Trust me, it'll stick this time." Her fingers hooked into the waistband of your skirt, tugging it up slowly, exposing the soft skin of your thighs. The air in the studio felt thicker now, charged, as she slid your panties to the side with a casual flick. You were already damp—frustration and her teasing presence had done that much—and she let out a soft hum of approval.

She freed herself from her sweats, the sound of fabric rustling followed by the heavy drop of her length against your skin. Her cock was impressive—thick at the base, veined along its length, the head flushed and leaking a bead of precum. Her balls hung low, full and swaying slightly as she gripped your hip with one hand. She dragged the tip along your folds, coating it in your arousal, teasing your entrance without mercy. "Look at you, already wet for the lesson," she whispered, voice dripping with that small, dirty tease. "Think you can play while I fuck the beat into this pretty pussy?"

You gasped, gripping the edge of the piano, but nodded, determined to try. With a single, deliberate thrust, she pushed inside, stretching your walls inch by inch. The fullness was overwhelming, her girth filling you completely as she bottomed out, balls pressing flush against your clit. She held there for a moment, letting you adjust, her breath hot on your neck. "That's the intro," she said, starting a slow, measured pump—deep in, slow out, mirroring the song's opening pulse.

Your fingers trembled as you tried to match it, pressing the first notes. The keys responded under your touch, but her movement disrupted everything. Each slide of her cock dragged against your inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. She picked up the pace slightly, hips snapping in time with the required rhythm—steady, insistent thrusts that had her balls slapping lightly against you. "Feel that?" she teased, one hand sliding up your side to cup your breast, thumb brushing your nipple through the fabric. "That's the groove. Sync to me."

But you couldn't. The sensation built too fast, her thickness hitting deep with every drive, coiling heat in your core. Your hands faltered, keys clashing as a moan escaped your lips. She didn't stop, pounding steadily from behind, her free hand now gripping your waist to pull you back onto her. The wet sounds of her cock plunging into your pussy filled the studio, mingling with your ragged breaths. Pleasure crested, and your first orgasm hit like a wave—your walls clenching around her shaft, milking it as tremors shook your body. You slumped forward, fingers splaying across random keys, the piano emitting a chaotic jumble.

Billie slowed, but didn't pull out, grinding deep as you rode the aftershocks. "Fail," she said with a chuckle, voice husky from the effort. "Not even close. Restart from the top." She withdrew slowly, her cock slick and shining with your release, a string of your juices connecting you for a moment before snapping. You were panting, thighs quivering, but she gave you no time to recover. Positioning you again—ass up, bent over the bench—she rubbed her tip along your soaked entrance, teasing your swollen folds. "Dripping down your legs. Let's see if you learn."

She thrust back in with ease, the glide smoother now from your wetness. Her balls tapped your skin rhythmically as she resumed the pace, hips rolling in that perfect, unyielding tempo. You braced your hands on the keys, trying harder this time, forcing your fingers to follow the melody. The notes came tentatively—close, but not quite. Her cock filled you over and over, the head nudging that sensitive spot inside, making your focus shatter. "Come on," she urged, breath teasing your ear, "play for me. Or is this pussy too greedy, sucking me in like that?"

The dirty words fueled the fire, and soon your body tensed again. Her thrusts grew firmer, balls smacking with each drive, the friction building unbearably. Your second climax tore through you, stronger than the first—pussy spasming around her length, juices squirting lightly as you cried out, hands pounding the keys in a discordant frenzy. The piano wailed under the assault, the song lost once more.

"Nope," Billie murmured, pulling out with a wet schlick, her cock throbbing visibly, veins pulsing. She stroked herself once, smearing your essence along her shaft, before lining up again. "Restart. You're making me work for it, but fuck, you feel good." Her voice had lost some of the tease, edged with raw desire now, but she kept it light, professional almost, like this was just part of the session.

Third attempt: She sank in deep, the stretch still intense despite your slickness. Her body molded to yours from behind, sweat-slick skin sliding as she began pumping. The rhythm was hypnotic—thrust, withdraw, thrust—her balls heavy against you, swinging with momentum. You managed a full bar this time, fingers dancing in sync for precious seconds, the melody peeking through. But then she shifted her angle, grinding harder, her cock dragging along your g-spot relentlessly. "That's it, almost," she whispered, hand slipping between your legs to rub your clit in slow circles. The added touch was devastating.

Heat pooled low, your breaths coming in gasps as you fought to keep playing. But the dual pleasure overwhelmed—her thumb flicking, cock pounding, balls tapping—and your third orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy clenched vise-like, pulling her deeper as waves of ecstasy pulsed through, leaving you shaking, a keen escaping your throat. Keys blurred under your faltering grip, the music dissolving into noise.

Billie groaned softly, hips stuttering for the first time as your release coated her length. She eased out, giving you a moment to breathe, but her hand stayed on your hip, possessive. "Getting closer, but still a fail. Look at you, cumming so easy. Restart." She plunged back in without warning, the sudden fullness drawing a whimper from you. Your pussy was sensitive now, every inch of her cock sending jolts through your overstimulated nerves.

Fourth round: The pace was the same, always from behind, her chest pressed to your back, one arm wrapping around to steady you. She thrust steadily, balls slapping wetly now from the mess between you. "Feel how your body's learning?" she said, voice low and encouraging, the teasing softened but still there. "Tighten around me like that—match the beat." You tried, syncing a few more measures, the piano's notes flowing smoother, almost capturing the sultry pulse of the track.

But her hand returned to your clit, rubbing firmer, and the building tension snapped. Her cock throbbed inside, stretching you wide with each drive, the head kissing your cervix. Your fourth orgasm built slower but hit harder—body arching, pussy fluttering wildly around her as pleasure bordered on pain, tears pricking your eyes. You screamed softly, fingers slipping off the keys entirely, the bench creaking under your weight.

"Damn," Billie breathed, withdrawing carefully, her cock glistening, balls drawn tight. She was close herself, you could tell from the way she panted, but she held back, ever the teacher. "One more push. You're soaked, pussy begging for it. Restart." She entered you again, the slide effortless, your walls welcoming despite the ache. The studio smelled of sex now, heavy and intoxicating, the air thick with your shared heat.

Fifth attempt: Her thrusts were precise, hips snapping in perfect time, balls colliding with your clit in a rhythm that echoed the song. Sweat dripped from her brow onto your skin, mixing with yours. You focused through the haze, fingers finding the keys, pressing down with renewed determination. Notes emerged—clean, flowing, syncing to her movements. She noticed, a soft "Yes" escaping her lips, her hand on your breast squeezing gently.

But the pleasure mounted relentlessly. Her cock filled you completely, dragging out with a twist before slamming back, her balls heavy and full against you. The friction was too much; your body betrayed you one last time. The fifth orgasm ripped through, intense and shattering—pussy convulsing, milking her shaft as you wailed, but miraculously, your hands stayed true. The piano sang unbroken, the melody soaring in perfect harmony with her final, deep thrusts.

Billie followed seconds later, groaning low as she buried herself to the hilt. Her cock pulsed, hot cum erupting in thick ropes, flooding your pussy, her balls contracting against your skin. She jerked her hips, riding out the release, filling you until it leaked out around her base. You both trembled, the music fading as she stilled, breath ragged.

Slowly, she pulled out, a gush of her seed following, trickling down your thighs. She helped you upright, steadying you with hands on your shoulders, that smirk returning but softer now. Tucking herself away, she met your eyes, pride shining through. "See? I knew you could do it."

The words hung in the air, simple and affirming, as the studio settled into quiet satisfaction. The track was alive now, etched into your bodies as much as the keys. As colleagues, this was just another layer to the collaboration—intense, unforgettable, but professional at its core. Billie grabbed a water bottle, handing it to you with a wink. "Let's record that for real now. No distractions."

But the echo of her rhythm lingered, a secret beat only you two shared.

an; its my first time writting smut, i’m sorry cause it SuCkS so big omg, but i hope you at least enjoyed it. btw, someone, fuck me like that. please and thank you.

🏷️; @ovrhaetedd @thecuntiestangel @b1lsvrq

[heavensoutofsight]

need a hand? | b.e.

SYNOPSIS: you tell your roommate and best friend, billie, about how stressed you've been lately with all your assignments and projects from school piling up. it seems like nothing can relieve you of that stress--until billie offers up a unique solution. all in the name of being a good friend.

WORD COUNT: 8,720

TAGS/WARNINGS: MDNI! college au, rommmate!billie, friends to more than friends(?), reader is inexperienced with self-pleasure (not innocent, tho), softdom!billie (my fave), making out, use of a sex toy (vibrator), penetration with said sex toy, fingering, cunnilingus, a little overstimulation, squirting

AUTHOR'S NOTE: sorry i've been dead again. here's this to make up for it 🩷 enjoyyyy

[ taglist: @hannahluvsbillie, @bilssturns, @billiesrighthand, @weluvwbb, @belleishot, @wilfdflwr8, @likefirenrain, @amara-eilish, @sevikasleftbicep ]

You had been rather stressed lately. And that was putting it lightly.

Everyday, you came home to your shared apartment mentally and physically exhausted. Your schedule this semester was extremely demanding; you were on your feet pretty much the entire day, going from class to class, barely having enough time to even eat anything in between. And even when classes were finally over, your day still wasn't done—you were drowning in assignments and projects and always made sure to diligently study for each class, which often meant being glued to your desk in your bedroom for hours at a time. 

Your roommate, Billie, who's schedule was far less intense than yours, was growing concerned. She took note of how you walked through the door like a zombie everyday, your eyes lifeless and lacking the enthusiasm you had on your first day of classes. She doesn't even have enough fingers to count the number of times you fell asleep at your desk, still in your day clothes, snack wrappers littered around your desk. You will always be eternally grateful for Billie, who often cooked for you since she knew you frequently forgot to eat. She would also remind you to take breaks, sometimes having to physically drag you away from your textbooks to get you to even watch a few episodes of The Office with her. 

You truly appreciated Billie's help, but unfortunately, there seemed to be little that actually relieved you of the immense amounts of stress you were feeling. Even when you were having a good time with Billie, playing a game or eating out somewhere, you couldn't fully relax. School was always in the back of your mind and the weight never completely left your shoulders. 

Luckily for you, you only had to survive a few more weeks, and then you'd be on a break. It was a short break, too short in your opinion, but you would cherish it nonetheless. You just had to live long enough for its arrival.

You currently found yourself at your desk, like always, nose buried in a textbook, your notebook open right next to it. You were reviewing your notes, highlighting things as needed and trying your best to store all of the important information in your brain for an upcoming exam. You weren't even sure how much time had passed, but one glance out the window told you that it must have been late afternoon, as you could see through your open blinds the pinks and oranges that painted the sky. 

At some point, your stomach rumbled, quickly reminding you that you hadn't eaten anything since you came home hours ago. You sighed, not wanting to get up and power through the remaining vocabulary words you had left to go through. 

Thankfully, though, you didn't have to get up anyway; as if on cue, Billie had knocked on your door just a few short minutes after your stomach started grumbling pathetically at you. 

“Come in,” you announced, still looking down at your textbook. You heard the telltale sound of your door hinges letting out a whiny creak as Billie opened it slowly. 

“I made you food again, because it seems you've forgotten that you're a human that needs it to live.” Billie said, but you could hear the playful tone in her voice. Your lips were already curving into a small smile just at her presence. 

You turned your head to meet her eyes, being greeted with Billie walking over to you to put a plate down on your desk. It was a simple sandwich with fries. When the smell hit your nose it only made your stomach noisier. That was your final cue to close your textbook, pushing it aside alongside several highlighters and your notebook, bringing the plate closer to you and not wasting another second to dig in. You heard Billie plop on your bed behind you, which you of course didn't mind at all.

“You need to take better care of yourself.” Billie stated, sounding like a worried mother. You turned around a bit in your seat to face her better, munching on a fry as you did so.

“Tell me something I don't know,” you replied dryly. “I know you're worried about me Bils, but I'm okay, really. I mean, I'm managing.” 

Upon looking at Billie's face, she didn't seem all that convinced by your answer. “Be honest with yourself.” She stated simply.

You were silent for a bit as you considered her words. You always told yourself that you were doing fine and that you didn't need any help at all --but given the fact that Billie always had to keep you from thinking about your assignments all the time, and that she often had to remind you to do basic human things, it occurred to you then that maybe you weren't doing all that great after all. You always thought you were decent at handling stress, which was true to an extent, but it almost always broke you eventually, leaving you feeling burnt out and hopeless. You definitely felt like you were on the brink of yet another burn-out episode. Like always, Billie always seemed to sense when you were at the edge, about to fall.

“Okay, maybe you're right,” you admitted. “I am more stressed than I ever have been in my entire life and I don't know what to do.” You said, the sincerity in your voice unmistakable. 

“Well, sadly it seems like nothing really helps you forget about school… although there is one thing I don't think you've tried.” Billie said. Your curiosity was immediately piqued, and you listened intently to what she would see you next. You observed her facial expressions, watching her concerned face slowly morph into a suggestive grin. 

“Oh yeah? What's that?” You encouraged. You definitely couldn't have predicted the words Billie would utter next. 

“Masturbation, duh.” She said confidently. You were thankful that you were mostly done with your food at that point and that you weren't actively chewing because you absolutely would have choked.

“What?” You said, even though you heard her loud and clear. Billie knew you didn't misunderstand her either, but she didn't mind repeating it one bit. 

“I said,” she cleared her throat for dramatic effect. “Masturbation.” 

“And that would help me how?” You inquired. Billie looked at you like you had three heads. 

“Girl, what do you mean ‘how’? There's like, a million articles online that talk about how masturbating helps with relieving stress. You know, like sex.” 

“Sure, but…” you trailed off. It had occurred to you at that moment that you never really talked about this kind of thing before. Billie seemed to figure out rather quickly that this conversation was unfamiliar territory to you, based on your sudden change in demeanor and the timidness that had found its way to your voice. 

“Have you… never touched yourself before? It's perfectly okay if you haven't.” She said softly. 

You thought about it, but didn't have to think for very long. You never dabbled in the art or self-pleasure growing up simply because you were always far too scared. When you became an adult, it quickly became something that you pushed in the far back of your mind. Suddenly, you felt embarrassment overcome you. You weren't exactly sure why you were feeling embarrassed – it could've been the nature of the conversation itself, or perhaps you were feeling a bit insecure, having been reminded of your inexperience when it came to the act of touching yourself. 

“No, I haven't. I don't even… where would I even–” 

“I'd be happy to act as a guide of sorts. I'm by no means an expert and obviously I don't know what you like, but I can introduce you to it. If you want.” Billie suggested. You met her gaze and noticed the intensity of her stare. She was fully serious, waiting patiently for your response. 

You don't know what took over you in that moment, but you found yourself agreeing. 

“Okay. I'm down.” You told her, to which Billie just grinned widely, seemingly very pleased with your choice. 

“Great. Let me start with some advice–” 

“Wait.” You interjected. You felt heat rush to your face. “We're just gonna… get into it now?” 

Billie laughed, her infectious giggles filling the room. “Well, yeah? Don't tell me you wanna get back to studying. It's getting late and I know you'd rather do anything else, so why not now?”

Fair point, you thought. You sighed, and then nodded. 

“Yeah, okay, you're not wrong about that.” You replied. 

“I know. So, listen closely.” 

“Okay, Professor Eilish.” You said jokingly. 

“I'd say the most important thing is setting the mood. A dim room is great, or a dark room with candles. You could even have music playing if you want. The right atmosphere helps with feeling aroused and whatnot.” 

You nodded, listening intently, your cheeks still burning due to the conversation you were having right now. 

“And then,” Billie continued, “You need to find something that turns you on. It can be anything. You already know that there's porn you can watch, but there's also porn you can read, and listen to. Or you could just use your imagination.” She said.

Upon hearing her words, you mind began wandering. You realized in that moment that you had no clue what turns you on. You've watched porn before when you were a teenager, but it wasn't to get off, it was purely out of a naive curiosity. You genuinely had no idea what you truly liked, and the idea of trying to search for something seemed daunting since there was so much out there and you had no idea where to start. 

Billie seemed to take note of your far away gaze, pausing before continuing her lecture. “Okay, it seems like you have a million thoughts running through your mind right now. I can answer any questions you might have.” With a smirk, she added, “Don't be shy.” 

You cleared your throat, shifting a bit in your seat. 

“Um… I guess I just… I mean, how do I…” 

“Go about finding something that you like?” Billie finished for you. You were grateful she knew you well enough to finish the sentences you just couldn't seem to verbalize yourself.

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth nervously, you nodded. “Yeah. How do I do… that. I mean… where do I start?” Your voice came out small.

Billie let out another series of chuckles. “God, you're so cute,” she muttered under her breath, but you managed to just barely hear it. Your already warm cheeks just continued to burn hotter. 

“Shut up.” You said with no real malice, a small, bashful smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Sorry, sorry– to answer your question, I have a website I can show you that I usually go to when I need to release some steam. You can just browse the different categories and go from there.” 

“Okay. Seems simple enough.” You said. 

“Anything else you're wondering about?” Billie inquired. 

“Actually, yeah…” you began, another question popping into your mind then, one that you contemplated asking; but curiosity got the best of you and the question slipped out anyway. 

“What… what do you like?” You asked. You weren't sure why you wanted to know. Billie didn't seem to answer right away and your mind quickly began spiraling as you instantly felt regretful of the words that just escaped you.

“Sorry, I– you don't have to answer. I don't know why I asked–” 

“Oh my god, it's totally okay, relax.” Billie said through laughter. “My taste is kinda all over the place, I'll watch almost anything, within limits, of course. Nothing straight up insane. And I don't like to watch the cheesy, scripted stuff, either. I like the authentic stuff. And there needs to be passion. Hunger. I don't like it too slow, either – I like a little bit of… intensity.” 

“Oh,” was all you could say in response, feeling a strange fluttery feeling in your stomach. Suddenly, your mind began conjuring images of Billie watching the kinds of videos she just described, head thrown back, eyes closed–

You very quickly snapped out of it when you heard another one of Billie's giggles, the sound pulling you out of the dirty recesses of your mind. 

“What on earth are you thinking about over there? I saw your eyes widen a bit.” Billie teased. 

“Nothing,” you lied. “I just… never had this conversation with anyone before so it's… a little weird for me. Unfamiliar territory, y'know.”

“I totally get it,” Billie replied. “There's no need to feel embarrassed or ashamed, okay? You know me, I'm like an open book. You can ask me whatever you want. I mean it. There are no dumb questions when it comes to this stuff.” 

You felt your heart warm at Billie's genuine willingness to ease any uncertainties you had regarding this topic. It reminded you of just how grateful you were to have a friend and a roommate so transparent and honest. 

“Thanks, Billie,” you said with a smile. “I appreciate it.” 

“Of course. Now, I just have one more thing I wanna tell you.” 

You met her gaze curiously. “And that is?” 

“Well, there are many ways to go about actually masturbating and I just wanted to give you some options. You're probably familiar with fingering already, but you don't have to do that if you don't wanna dive into penetration just yet.”

“Oh… okay.” You said quietly. 

“You could try humping a pillow. Or just the mattress. That works really well for some people. Personally, though, I like to use my vibrator.” 

Your eyebrows raised in slight surprise before remembering when she bought it months ago. You honestly had forgotten she owned one, because she never used it when you were around– she never used it when you were sleeping either, because in her words, she has a tendency to get loud and always wanted to be respectful of you.

Once again, Billie's laughter filled the room. “Your face is killing me. Seriously.” She said, clearly amused by the reactions you were giving her.

You glared at her playfully. “Stop laughing at me!” You exclaimed. 

“I'm sorry, it's just–” she took a moment to breathe. “Your facial expressions are just very entertaining.” 

“Obviously.” you replied with a small grin.

"Did... did you forget I had a vibrator? Didn't I literally show you when it got here?"

“That was forever ago. You know my memory is awful. Cut me some slack.” You responded, earnestly; your memory truly was terrible. But upon having this conversation, you were taken back to that specific moment in time. You remember just studying like always when you heard Billie cheer excitedly from the living room. Curious, you wanted to see what had Billie so happy.

When you walked into the living room, you had seen Billie seated on the couch, in the middle of tearing open a plain brown box. It had no label on it or any other indication of what it could possibly be. But you quickly realized what it was when she picked it up and held it in her hands. 

Even though you had never really been exposed to sex toys prior to that moment, you knew what this object was. It was small, colored a vibrant blue, and it was a strange, organic shape, slightly curved at the end. It was, unmistakbly, a device solely designed for pleasure.

You remember Billie gushing about it and praising the device like it was some higher power.

“Alright, fair point. My mistake for relying on your memory.” She said teasingly. “Anyway, if you want, I can let you borrow it. You can… y'know… test it out.”

Now you were surprised for a different reason. “Really?” 

Billie nodded. "I'm dead serious. It's clean, so you don't even have to worry about that. I can lend it to you if you wanna use it tonight." She offered. 

You thought about your decision for a few moments, still feeling strangely nervous about the whole situation. For some reason, Billie’s vibrator intimidated you; it was a small, unassuming device, and yet it honestly scared you a little (and you were far too embarrassed to say that aloud).

“How about I show you how it works real quick?” Billie spoke, yet again pulling you out of your thoughts. Your eyebrows raised at her words, and Billie chuckled again at your emotiveness. 

“Not like that,” she said through amused laughter. “I literally just mean turning it on.”

“Oh. Okay.” You said, clearing your throat. “Sure, I guess.”

“Great. I’ll be back.” Billie replied, briefly leaving your room to go retrieve the item in question. She was only gone for a few seconds, returning with the small, compact object in her hand. You couldn’t tear your eyes off the object when she walked back in, intrigued by it. You were no doubt staring at the thing like it was a specimen in a petri dish, eyebrows furrowed, and Billie snorted, holding back some giggles as she took in your expression.

She gestured you over to her with a wave of her hand, and silently, you made your way over to the bed to sit next to her. 

“Okay. Give me your hand.” She instructed.

You looked at her quizzically. 

“Do you want me to show you or not?” She said teasingly, a light grin resting on her face. With a sigh, you eventually gave her your hand, still partially confused.

“I’m gonna show you the different power modes on this thing,” She said, holding your hand and placing the head of the toy on the back of it. She switched on a button, and immediately you felt a fairly strong vibration on your skin. Your eyes widened ever so slightly at the feeling.

“Shouldn’t you start with the lightest power mode?” You asked her, to which Billie just smirked.

“That is the lightest mode.”

Your eyes were big now. “That’s supposed to be light? That’s… starting kinda strong already.” You said, surprise lacing your tone. Billie just looked at you excitedly.

“But it feels nice, right?” She said, and before you could respond, she was already switching to the next mode. “This is medium now.”

The next vibration was just a bit more intense than the previous one, and you had a similar reaction. When Billie eventually switched to the strongest mode, the vibrations were so strong you had to pull your hand out of her grasp—you couldn’t image something with power like that going anywhere near your nether regions if your hand couldn’t even handle it.

“Billie, I don’t know…” you said shyly. “It seems like a bit much for my first time.”

Even though you saw a flicker of disappointment flash across Billie’s face, she didn’t press you. “I understand. You’re probably right,” she said. “But—I’ll just leave it with you, in case you change your mind.”

“Billie–”

“You totally don’t have to use it. But… it feels so good. I swear.”

You just chuckled to yourself, getting off the bed and returning to your least favorite spot in your room, your desk. 

“I should finish studying.” You said. “Thanks for the, uh… demonstration.”

Billie winked at you. “Anytime.”

“Oh my god, bye.” You said with a playful roll of your eyes. The last thing you heard as Billie left your room was the sound of her contagious giggles.

You only studied for a few more hours; by the time you finished, it was dark out, and exhaustion had fully settled into your bones. You had a feeling Billie was already asleep, and you decided to quickly wash up and get ready for bed yourself.

Upon standing up, though, it didn’t take you long to notice that Billie had in fact left the vibrator on your bedside table, like she said she would.

You eyed it curiously, observing it carefully, the same way you'd stare some exotic animal at at a zoo.

You walked over and sat down on the plush mattress of your bed, picking up the device and actually holding it for yourself. For something so powerful, it was pretty lightweight.

You replayed Billie's words in your head. She had talked about this thing like it solved every single one of life's problems, which definitely left quite the impression on you. You couldn't lie—you were extremely intrigued. Nervous, but intrigued.

"I guess I'll see what all the hype is about…" you muttered to yourself. You were simply going to do a little test run, and if you hated it, you'd hand it back to Billie and forget about it. Simple.

You thought back to Billie's advice from earlier. You first turned off the lights, leaving your bedside table lamp turned on so that the lighting was dim and not distracting. You then laid down on your bed, trying your best to be as relaxed as possible. You opted for not playing any music since you felt that would take you out of the moment.

The next step was to find something to actually get off to, and for several long minutes, you just laid there, racking your brain.

At first, you tried just browsing through a website. But there were too many pop-up ads and you really didn't like the videos that you were confronted with on the home page, so you quickly exited the site after only a couple minutes of parousing it.

You then turned to written erotica, but nothing was really hitting. You came across some wonderfully written posts but unfortunately, none of them struck a particular cord for you. Your last option was audio erotica, but you couldn't find anything that sounded interesting you after too many minutes of scrolling and filtering.

Tossing your phone to the side, you sighed, feeling a bit defeated; but you weren't going to give up yet.

"Fuck it. Just… go for it." You mumbled to yourself, finslly turning on the device and jumping a little when you heard the sounds of thr strong vibrations. Thankfully, it wasn't too terribly loud. Billie was somewhat of a heavy sleeper, anyway.

You remembered when Billie had tested it out on your hand and how strong it felt then. Now, you were going to be using it properly. You couldn't deny your nerves; you weren't even sure why you were nervous, but you could definitely feel the tension in your entire body, and you hadn't even begun using the toy yet.

You looked down at your body; you were still clothed, wearing some flimsy, thin pajama shorts and a white camisole. Still feeling a bit anxious about using the toy directly, you decided to keep the shorts on, assuming that it would still be pleasurable even without direct contact. The vibrations were still so intimidating to you that you felt like you still needed some kind of barrier.

You didn't place it directly over your center immediately, instead putting the toy near your inner thighs, trying to get yourself a little bit worked up first. You closed your eyes, allowing your mind to drift to whatever it wanted to in that moment; but even when you were given free reign to think about literally whatever you wanted, you just couldn't get yourself to feel anything other than the tension in your shoulders.

In frustration, you turned the toy off. You stared at it your hand, looking at it quizzically, as if something was wrong with the device itself and you weren't the reason you couldn't get off.

You got up, quietly stepping out of your room, wanting to see if Billie was up to give it back to her. You saw that her door was open just a crack, and you could tell her lamp was still on, so you made your presence known.

You knocked on the door while opening it, being met with the sight of Billie curled up under her covers, scribbling away in her journal. She looked up at you when she saw you walk in, looking slightly surprised.

"What's up?" She asked, setting her pencil down.

You wordlessly held out the vibrator. "Please, take this back."

Billie looked at the vibrator, and then back at you, sporting a small frown.

"It didn't die, did it? I swear I just charged that thing."

"No, Billie, it didn't die. It's just… nothing worked. Like, I couldn't… y'know."

Even with your extremely vague response, Billie was immediately able to read between the lines.

"Oh," She said, her expression morphing into something resembling pity. "You couldn't get turned on?"

Your cheeks heated up at her wording despite yourself. You sighed. "No. No, I couldn't. Maybe there's just something wrong with me, or—"

"No, don't speak like that," Billie interrupted, her voice soft. "It's alright. It can be kinda daunting trying to touch yourself for the first time. I felt the same way once. You just need to really allow yourself to relax." She kindly explained, shutting her journal shut as she did so and placing it on her bedside table.

You let out another sigh, this one heavier than the last. "I tried to relax. I just couldn't. I don't know why, but I was just… too nervous. It's so stupid." You spoke, gazing down at the plush carpet beneath your feet in mild embarrasment.

"It's totally okay to feel nervous, ___. It's not stupid. You know, I could, um…" Billie trailed off, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes drifted elsewhere.

You looked at her again, quirking one eyebrow, curious and patiently awaiting for her to finish her sentence.

"You could…?" You prompted, urging her to continue.

Billie chuckled to herself, as if what she was about to say was a little ridiculous.

"I could… help you?" She questioned, looking at you hesitantly. Your brows furrowed, face contorting in slight confusion.

"You've already helped me enough, Bils. I appreciate it, I really do, but—"

"No, I mean… like, physically help you." She corrected. That left you effectively speechless. You stared at her while wearing an incredulous expression, giggling nervously at her suggestion, immediately assuming she wasn't being serious.

"Girl, shut the fuck up." You spoke through awkward, breathy laughter. But when you looked at Billie, she wasn't giggling with you, instead sporting a light, amused smirk.

"I'm serious." She stated.

You felt yourself freeze. The smile that you had been sporting quickly disappeared from your face.

"What—how would you even—"

Billie stood up, already heading toward the door. "C'mon. I'll show you how."

You didn't follow her right away, still stood in place, caught completely off guard. You could feel your heart rate pick up, hearing the sound in your ears. You weren't sure if Billie's plan was going to work, because the thought of her being present during such a intimate act only made you more nervous.

But when you turned around and saw Billie standing by her door, waiting expectedly for you to follow her out with that same little grin resting on her lips… you threw all of your fucks out the window.

"Okay. Sure. Why the hell not." You said aloud, mostly to yourself. Billie chuckled at that, and then the two of you exited her bedroom and swiftly made it back to yours.

When you both were inside, you closed the door, even though it was only the two of you living here. Billie had walked to the other side of your bed with pep in her step, gesturing to it like she was presenting it to you.

"Lay down, c'mon." She spoke. Slowly, with hesitant steps, you walked to your bed, following her orders and lying down flat on your back; the same position you were in mere minutes ago.

You didn't miss the way Billie's eyes trailed down your body as she stood over you, lingering on your cotton pajama shorts that had a heart pattern on them. Despite still being clothed, you strangely felt exposed under her gaze.

"Cute shorts." She muttered. She complimented you all the time, but for some reason, this one felt a bit different, and you could feel in the way the tips of your ears felt hot.

"Uh… thanks. Bought them off Amazon like a week ago." You replied. Billie chuckled, the sound low and affecting you in a way it never had before.

"Well, I'd love to keep looking at them, but we don't really need them right now."

Your eyebrows raised ever so slightly. "You want them off?"

"Mhm. But keep your panties on." She instructed. There was something about the way she was speaking to you—she wasn't asking, but softly demanding. There were many ways in which Billie was dominant in your normal, day-to-day lives; she often ordered food for you, knowing your favorite dishes by heart. In public places with a lot of people, she liked having an arm around your waist. She of course loved making you food. It even extended to small tasks, like opening jars or carrying heavy grocery bags when you both went shopping. It's not that she thought you were incapable; you knew that. She just really loved taking care of you. Being in control was something Billie always fell into naturally—not in a degrading, toxic way, but in the way that made you feel deeply appreciated.

You couldn't help but notice how that same casual dominance was present in this moment, too. It was making you feel a familiar warmth, not the kind that you felt in your cheeks when you were embarrassed but the kind that made you feel as if you were slightly intoxicated.

Back in the present, you slowly nodded, removing your cotton shorts wordlessly. Billie's were locked onto every movement you made.

"Good," she praised. You felt a pleasant chill run up your spine; why did you want to hear that again?

"Now, we are going to get you to relax. I want you to close your eyes." She calmly instructed. You obeyed, letting your eyes softly fall shut.

"With your eyes closed, I want you to focus on comforting sensations. For example, the feeling of the soft comforter beneath you, or the pillow supporting your head."

Billie's low, sooting voice, paired with you focusing intently on those same sensations Billie had just described had you almost immediately relaxing your shoulders and releasing any tightness in your chest. Your breathing even slowed, and it became more gentle and controlled. It was like Billie was putting a spell on you, with the way she was so effectively getting you to such a peaceful state of mind.

"There you go… I can see the tension leaving your shoulders. You're doing so good for me," she encouraged. You didn't miss how she added for me at the end of that sentence. That made you feel a flutter in your stomach.

"What now?" You asked, voice quiet and tentative.

"Now," Billie began, and you could hear the mattress shifting under her weight as she sat down next to you. Her perfume that she always sprayed on before bed washed over you, making you fall even deeper into the dreamy headspace you were in.

"I'm going to gently touch you. Is that okay?"

It's more than okay, you thought. You didn't verbalize that, though. Instead, you opted for a simple "Go ahead."

When she got your permission, you felt her hand very softly caress your right arm. Her touch was featherlight, barely there, but it was nearly electrifying. You could feel her fingertips grazing your skin, leaving a ghostly trail of warmth, like she was slowly setting your skin ablaze.

"When it comes to touching yourself, you can't just dive straight in. You have to tease yourself; make yourself want it, y'know?" She spoke as she continued her ministrations, switching to your other arm every few minutes. You remained silent, just letting her voice flood your ears.

"Really caress yourself everywhere. This helps with finding your erogenous zones. For some people, it's less obvious areas, like the arms or legs…" she explained. She shifted attention away from your arms and ever so gently brushed your inner thighs.

"Erogenous zones are often down here, of course—but also near the breasts, and around the nipples. Can you take your shirt off for me?"

You felt your breathing pick up ever so slightly. Your lips parted, and with clumsy hands, you pulled your shirt over your head, Billie helping you with tugging it completely off. You had merely been wearing that thin camisole for bed, so you weren’t wearing a bra, fully exposed before your roommate's intense gaze (a gaze so intense that you could even feel with your eyes still shut).

You didn't feel Billie touch you for a couple minutes, and the pausing of her pleasurable ministrations almost had you whining, but you controlled yourself.

"Billie?" You called out, feeling the slightest bit of anxiety creep into your system. It immediately went away when you heard Billie's voice hit your ears again.

"Sorry," She said with a low giggle. "Was just admiring." She replied casually. You felt your heart skip a bit at how quietly she said it, voice barely above a whisper. It was only the two of you in the room and yet she still spoke in a way that felt like she didn't want anyone else to hear such words.

Her hands slowly trailed up your stomach before squeezing your breasts gently. The feeling had your back arching just a few millimeters off the bed. You couldn't stop the gasp from leaving your throat when she then used her fingers to circle your nipples, pulling them with the perfect amount of force; not too little, but not too much that it caused pain.

"You sound pretty," Billie complimented. "Do you like when I touch you here?" She asked, and you could hear the teasing smile in her voice.

You felt like you couldn't speak, so you just nodded fervently.

At that, Billie pulled one of your nipples with just a bit more pressure. The feeling had you biting your lip, the struggle to stay quiet feeling more and more like a losing battle with every second.

"Words." Was all Billie said, her tone the most firm you had heard it all night so far.

"I really like it, Billie." You eventually replied. You were squirming a bit more now, writhing under Billie's magical hands.

"Good. That's a good girl." She praised. This time, the small moan spilled out of you before you could stop it.

"Don't hold back, okay? I wanna hear you," Billie said, giving your breasts one last squeeze before removing her hands. You then felt and heard her reposition herself; she was still beside you, but now she must've been standing again.

"Spread your legs." She gently commanded. You listened, legs opening as if automatic.

You felt her crawl into bed and into the space your now spread legs had revealed. She went back to caressing your legs and inner thighs, still avoiding the spot you desired her most.

"Wish you could see what I see, baby…" She said, and the pet name only made the pool of desire in your stomach even stronger. It rolled off her tongue so naturally and casually that in the far back of your mind, you wondered if she had been waiting for the right moment to finally call you that.

It was something you'd have to think more about later, because the only thing you could focus on now was the sound of the vibrator switching on and suddenly feeling Billie's breath in front of your center. You still had your eyes closed tightly, honing in on every sensation, just like Billie had asked.

"Are you this wet just for me?" she asked, admiring the dark stain on your underwear; you could clearly hear the teasing smirk in her voice.

"Fuck—Billie, please." You whined. You didn't care if you sounded pathetic at this point. The desire you had for Billie had grown so strong that it was completely overwhelming you. Your body was aching for her in a way that you had never experienced before, and it was intoxicating.

"You sound so pretty when you beg… who am to deny you?" Billie replied, and without a second of hesitation, she placed the vibrator directly on top of your center, holding it there firmly and relentlessly. The reaction that came from you was instant—you immediately felt your back arch ever so slightly, hands fisting the sheets as pleasure shot through. Billie just maintained her eye contact, hooded blue eyes fixed on your every expression. When you started to buck your hips a little, she held them down, forcing you to feel every sensation.

"Does that feel good?" Billie asked, eyes hooded. You croaked out a "yes" to the best of your ability, squirming endlessly, your legs wanting to close but Billie forcefully kept them open.

"Mm, I bet it does," Billie replied, and you could still hear the smirk in her voice. "And what if I just moved it up a tiny bit…" She muttered, and for a second, you were confused, furrowing your eyebrows slightly, but you very quickly understood what she meant when suddenly the vibrations felt stronger than they ever did before. A high-pitched gasp escaped your throat as Billie held the vibrator directly on your clothed clit, pressing down firmly.

"That feels even better, right?" She questioned, knowing full well your ability to speak was being hindered. The fact that she was most likely enjoying how she was slowly ruining you only aroused you even more.

Suddenly, you felt her go up a power mode, the vibrations on your clit even stronger, and that was enough to have you trying to squirm away, but Billie never let you get very far, keeping the toy pressed down.

"Fuck, Billie—holy fuck—" you cursed, chest rising and falling rapidly as the speed of your breathing increased. You felt a strange sensation simmering in your abdomen; like a rope being pulled taut and being on the verge of snapping completely. You never experienced a feeling like that before but it didn't take you long to put 2 and 2 together. You were going to have your first orgasm and it only took a few minutes. You couldn't even get yourself aroused in that amount of time.

"Billie—I'm gonna—" You tried to warn her but you kept interrupting yourselves with gasps and cries, the pleasure overwhelming you. But little did you know, Billie already knew you were close, long before you came to that realization yourself.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me? Soak these panties all the way through?" Billie spoke, and you could feel her breath hitting your core, only adding to the sensations you were feeling. The rope in your abdomen only grew tighter and tighter and tighter—

Until Billie suddenly stopped, removing the vibrator from your clit and turning it off altogether.

In surprise and frustration, your eyes shot open. You looked down at Billie, who was still between your legs, with an expression that made you look like a kicked puppy.

Billie just laughed, amusement coloring her face. "I know, baby. I know. I just wanted to have a little fun." She said, and you groaned, your head falling back onto the pillow in annoyance.

"Bils… I was so close…" you whined, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout.

"When I do let you cum, it'll feel even better, okay? Just gotta be patient, mama." Billie replied.

"Please Billie, I need—" your pleas were cut off when you felt Billie's fingers rubbing your folds through the fabric of your underwear, keeping her movements slow and steady. A small gasp escaped you as you honed in on the feeling of Billie's fingers.

"I'm gonna take these panties off now, okay?" Billie said sweetly. You nodded, after which Billie began to slide the ruined fabric down your legs. Once they were completely removed, she threw them randomly in some corner of your bedroom.

You squirmed a bit at the feeling of cool air hitting your now entirely exposed cunt. Billie's fingers were quick to return to their previous ministrations, rubbing her fingers against your lips, spreading them apart every now and then. If you strained your ears, you could just faintly hear how wet you were, the noises making your face run hot.

"You have such a pretty pussy, baby. It's just aching for more, isn't it?"

You nodded fervently. "Yes, please, Billie. Please." You whined, uncaring of how pathetic you sounded in the moment.

"What are you begging for, mama? What do you want?"

You let out a pained sigh. "You know what I want, Bils."

Billie just chuckled, and to your complete surprise, she gave your pussy a hefty slap, the sound filling the room.

You let out a sharp yelp, hips flinching at the sensation that was a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Good girls ask nicely." She stated.

You tried to steady your breathing, willing yourself to calm down enough to reply. "Please make cum, Billie. Please." You spoke softly, voice still quivering from how high-strung you were from how close she had taken you to the edge before. You saw the faint smirk on Billie's face widen, seemingly pleased with your words.

"There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it?" She said, her low voice causing a shiver to crawl up your back. Upon hearing your polite request, Billie took the vibrator and began just gently teasing your entrance with the tip of it, pushing it a couple inches in and taking it out.

You released a sharp, high-pitched gasp, your head falling back into the pillows as you tried to mentally prepare for what was to come.

"Have you ever penetrated yourself before? With your fingers or anything else?"

You shook your head, hearing your heart pumping in your ears. "No…" you trailed off, bashful.

"That's okay, baby. I'm gonna push this vibrator into you, okay? It might feel weird at first. Tell me stop if it's too much." Billie said sincerely, looking at you with a firm, serious gaze.

"Okay." You replied, voice small. You swallowed nervously.

"Good," Billie spoke, teasing the toy in further. She let out a low chuckle as she watched herself push it in deeper, your hole taking it in greedily. "You're so wet, mama, it's going in so easily for me…"

When the toy was as deep as it could be, Billie didn't move, watching your expression carefully. "Still feel good?"

You adjusted your hips, trying to get used to the foreign sensation. There was no pain, fortunately, but like Billie had warned, it did feel strange—but not entirely unpleasant, either.

"It's okay, Billie. You can try moving."

Billie hesitated for a bit before nodding. "Okay, baby. I'm gonna move."

Billie, being ever so gentle, moved the toy in and out of you at a snail's pace, still studying your expressions for any sign of pain. At this point, your eyes had fluttered shut again, hyperfocused on the sensation of the toy being thrust in and out of you. It was uncomfortable for a good few minutes, but gradually, the feeling transformed into something more pleasurable. Your eyebrows furrowed as you began to squirm a bit. Billie noticed your slight movements, and because she hadn't heard you mention anything about pain, she prepared herself to go a little faster, readjusting the toy in her grip.

"I can go quicker, mama. Just tell me."

You nodded fervently. "Yes—please. A little faster."

Billie wasted no time in picking up the pace, her wrist moving at about a medium speed now. You went from being mostly silent to letting out a few whimpers here and there, biting your lip in attempts to control your volume. It wasn't until Billie had just slightly changed the angle of her thrusts that a sharp moan was ripped from you.

"Oh my god, Billie—what the fuck." You sputtered out, feeling the toy hit against a certain, special spot over and over again that almost had you levitating.

"That feel good? Hm?" Billie spoke, keeping her thrusts precise and steady. You nodded once more, trying to keep your sounds at a respectable volume.

"Yes—fuck—faster, Billie, please."

Billie wordlessly sped up her movements, the wet sounds being produced by the toy moving in and out of you loud and obvious now. You would have been embarrassed if it didn't feel like you were ascending to heaven at the moment.

"You've waited long enough, I think you deserve to cum now, hm? You wanna cum for me?"

Billie didn't even give you a chance to answer her as she suddenly turned the vibrator back on, at an even higher setting than before. You stopped caring about the neighbors at this point, moans pouring out of you as Billie kept at it, her movements relentless. To add fuel to the fire, you felt her thumb press directly onto her clit, rubbing it in firm circles while the other hand continued those steady thrusts. She almost seemed robotic with how precise she was.

Your hands had made their way to her hair now, your back a couple inches off the bed as you began to feel that rope in your stomach again, being pulled tighter and tighter with each second.

"Billie—holy fuck. Please, please, please." You begged, your eyes screwed shut.

"That's it, baby. That's it." Billie said lowly, feeling a slight soreness in her wrist but never stopping for so much as a second, addicted to the sounds that she was getting out of you. All she could picture in her head was the sight of you coming undone, the rope finally snapping.

That tightness in your stomach was unbearable now, and with just a few more calculated thrusts, your first orgasm washed over you in big, intense waves, a loud cry escaping you.

"Good fucking girl, that's right," Billie said, quickly removing the toy, turning it off, and tossing it aside. "My good girl can give me another one, can't she?"

For a split second, you were perplexed, still riding the aftershocks and not quite feeling like you were back on earth yet. But soon enough you understood what Billie meant when you felt two of her fingers enter you abruptly. Another loud moan spilled from you as she very quickly found that exact same spot inside of you with ease, rubbing against it with the tip of her fingers with deadly accuracy. You tried to close your legs again but once again she kept them pried open, completely overwhelming you. You tapped Billie's arm desperately.

"Billie, wait—oh fuck—"

She just chuckled, maintaining the same relentless speed, her fingers shiny with your essence that continued to spill out of you endlessly. Her eyes had gone from your face, contorted in pleasure, to the way your hole greedily sucked in her fingers with ease, watching with admiration.

"Give me another one, mama, c'mon." She said, biting her lip in concentration.

"I can't—fuck, Billie, I can't—"

"You will." Billie said firmly, suddenly wrapping her lips around your abused clit and sucking lightly, all while her fingers still kept up their intense movements, curling up bit more to hit that spot inside of you with even more intensity.

You couldn't fight the way your eyes rolled back into your head for a few blinding moments, your jaw hanging open in a silent scream.

"Shit—please, don't stop—fuck—!" You moaned, feeling that familiar tension yet again, just in the span of a couple minutes. Billie heeded your words, not stopping or slowing down for a second, keeping her eyes locked onto you. You tried your best to hold eye contact, but the second that rope snapped again, your head crashed into the pillows once more, seeing stars as your second orgasm crashed down on you even harder.

But this time, Billie didn't stop, pulling away from your clit and this time focusing entirely on her fingers still thrusting inside you, eyebrows stitched together in pure concentration. Your g-spot was being relentlessly attacked, and this time, you felt a slightly different feeling in your belly. It was a strange pressure, one that had your eyes widening.

"Billie—it feels like I'm gonna—"

"Let it happen, baby. It's okay."

Your vision began to blur, eyes watery from the intensity of the sensation you were feeling. Your face was twisted up in pleasure, but also in slight concern. The pressure continued to build, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you tried to obey Billie by not fighting it.

"I want you you to make a big fucking mess for me, yeah? Soak my fingers, my face, the bed, fucking everything. C'mon, mama."

Billie's words were enough to finally send you over, the pressure in your stomach abruptly bursting, and before you could even realize it, a clear liquid was gushing out of you like a waterfall, your back fully off the bed and legs twitching uncontrollably as a long moan escaped you.

Billie kept a satisfied smirk on her face throughout the whole thing, rubbing your clit furiously as you squirted, spraying it everywhere. She only stopped when you began tapping her arm weakly, finally removing her hand, but not before giving your oversensitive clit a few tiny slaps, chuckling at how your hips twitched at every one.

Finally, she moved from between your legs to next to you, resting her head on a pillow and watching you as you steadied your breathing. One of her hands went down to your stomach, comfortingly rubbing in slow circles.

You couldn't open your eyes for a while, but when you finally did, you immediately turned your head to face Billie, smiling lazily.

"Hey." Billie said softly, almost shyly, like she didn't just nearly make you pass out.

"Hi." you replied, matching her quiet tone, your voice now having an unmistakable rasp to it from how loud you were.

There was a comfortble silence that settled between the both of you as you just gazed at each other. You laid your hand on top of Billie's, which was now just resting on your stomach casually, your thumb caressing the back of it.

You were first to break the quiet after a few minutes had passed.

"Billie… what the hell even was that?" you said with an airy laugh, the reality of the situation just now dawning on you. Billie laughed alongside you, shrugging her shoulders.

"Just helping out my best friend. That helped you de-stress, right?"

You gave an enthusiastic nod of your head. "Oh yeah, definitely."

"Then my work here is done." Billie said, causing the both of you to erupt into giggles again.

But when the laughter subsided, your smile eventually began to fade as a thought entered your mind. Billie noticed.

"Hey, what's up?"

You sat up, the best you could anyway, with your legs feeling numb, leaning back against the headboard. Billie mimicked your movement, keeping her eyes on you.

"It's just… what does this mean? I mean—does this change anything?" You asked.

"Between us?"

You nodded.

Billie chuckled, leaning in close, eyes glancing at your lips. "It doesn't have to."

Slowly, a smile appeared on your face again. "Yeah, you're right. It doesn't."

One of Billie's hands came up to caress your cheek, and eventually, you caved into the urge to kiss her, closing the short distance between the two of you. It was slow and passionate and far from innocent, Billie's tongue immediately swiping at your bottom lip, silently asking for permission, which you didn't hesitate in granting. Your tongues brushed together, as the sound of your lips re-connecting filled the room. With every few seconds spent apart, the both of you were giggling into each other's mouths.

Billie pulled away briefly, lips swollen, resting her forehead against yours.

"Next time you need a distraction, I'll show you what else I can do." She said, the corners of her lips stretching into a knowing smile.

[cowmath]

“FUCK OUT THE ATTITUDE”. - BILLIE G!P *

synopsis: After you snap at Billie and refuse to apologize, the tension follows you home—until she decides to deal with your attitude herself.

WARNINGS : bratty reader, Billie g!p, vaginal sex, rough, spanking, degrading kink, breeding kink, no protection, sub reader.

Your phone was pressed to your ear while you paced across your room, frustration making your steps sharp against the floor.

“Can you just listen for a second?” Billie said through the phone, her voice calm but worn thin. “I told you the label moved the meeting last minute. I didn’t plan it like that.”

“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed. “Funny how your job always comes first.”

A tired pause filled the line.

“It’s not about it coming first,” she replied, voice quiet but steady. “This is literally my work. I can’t just skip meetings whenever I want.”

“You skipped dinner though, didn’t you?” you shot back. “The one thing we actually planned.”

“I didn’t skip it on purpose,” Billie said, sounding even more drained now. “I thought we could just move it to later tonight. I was trying to explain that if you’d just—”

“You always say that,” you interrupted. “There’s always another call, another studio session, another meeting. I’m sick of it.”

Another soft sigh.

“I know it’s frustrating,” she admitted gently. “But yelling at me isn’t going to fix it. I just want to talk about it like normal people instead of—”

“Oh my fucking god, shut the hell up,” you snapped before she could finish.

For a split second, there was nothing but quiet on the other end.

Then you hung up.

The call ended with a cold beep, and the room suddenly felt too still—like the only person who’d actually been trying to fix the argument was now gone from the line.

You stared at your phone for a second after the call dropped, the quiet in your room suddenly louder than the argument had been.

A sharp huff left your lips.

“Whatever,” you muttered to no one.

You tossed the phone onto your bed and pushed your hair back, irritation still buzzing under your skin. If she wanted to be busy with work all the time, fine. You had things to do too.

You moved around your room, straightening up the mess on your desk, shoving clothes back into drawers, opening folders on your computer to organize files you’d been putting off. The clicking of the keyboard slowly filled the space where the argument had been.

LATER

Hours passed like that.

By the time the front door finally opened, you were still sitting at your computer, the glow of the screen lighting your face while you sorted through documents.

Billie stepped inside quietly.

You heard the door shut. Heard the faint sound of her shoes on the floor.

But she didn’t say anything.

You glanced over your shoulder for a moment. She walked past your doorway without looking in, her expression blank, her shoulders stiff like she was carrying the whole day on them. She didn’t even glance at you as she moved down the hall toward the bedroom.

A few minutes later you heard drawers opening, the soft rustle of clothes.

Billie was getting ready for a shower.

You turned back to your screen, clicking through another folder.

For a while the apartment stayed quiet except for the small sounds of Billie moving around. Then her voice came from the doorway behind you.

Calm. But tighter than before.

“You really hurt my feelings earlier.”

You paused, but didn’t turn around.

“I was trying to talk to you,” Billie continued. “I wasn’t raising my voice. I wasn’t being disrespectful. I was just explaining what happened with work and you kept going off on me.”

She shifted slightly, arms crossing.

“And then you told me to shut the hell up and hung up on me.”

The room stayed still except for the faint hum of your computer.

“I’d like an apology,” she said finally.

You leaned back in your chair a little, shrugging like it didn’t matter.

“I’m not apologizing,” you replied flatly. “You’re the one who bailed on our plans. If anyone should apologize, it’s you.”

The silence that followed felt heavier this time.

Billie let out a quiet, frustrated huff.

“Alright,” she said under her breath.

You finally glanced back.

For a second your eyes met hers—and something in her expression had changed. The tiredness was still there, but now it sat behind something sharper. Colder. The look in her eyes had hardened, anger simmering just beneath the surface.

She didn’t argue again.

Billie just shook her head slightly and turned away, walking down the hall toward the bathroom.

A moment later the door shut, and the sound of the shower starting filled the apartment.

—

You ended up drifting away from the computer after a while. The sound of the shower running down the hall echoed faintly through the place as you moved into the bedroom.

The dresser drawers were half a mess anyway.

You pulled one open and started sorting through it, pulling shirts out and folding them properly, stacking them into neater piles. Some of them were Billie’s, some were yours—it didn’t really matter as you reorganized the space.

The shower was still running.

You moved to the next drawer, pushing clothes into cleaner rows, smoothing wrinkles out with your hands. Eventually you ended up on Billie’s side of the dresser, quietly folding one of her oversized shirts before placing it down with the others.

You didn’t hear the bathroom door open.

Didn’t hear the soft steps behind you either.

Your back stayed turned as you kept working in the drawer, focused on folding another piece of laundry.

Then suddenly—

Warm hands wrapped around your waist from behind.

Your body stiffened in surprise.

You looked up instinctively, your eyes catching the mirror sitting on top of the dresser in front of you. In the reflection, you saw Billie standing behind you, her hair still damp from the shower, a few drops of water sliding down her neck.

Before you could say anything, she leaned forward slightly and pressed a slow kiss against the back of your shoulder.

Your breath caught.

Her arms tightened around your waist just a little.

“Why were you talking to me like that earlier?” Billie asked quietly, her voice low and raspy from the shower steam and leftover tension.

Before you could respond—

smack. Her hand landed sharply against your ass.

A startled gasp slipped out of you.

Her eyes were fixed on you through the reflection. “Answer me.”

You swallowed. “I—.”

Smack.

Your body jolted again when her hand landed on your ass a second time, sharper than before.

A breathy moan slipped out of you.

Billie tilted her head slightly, brows lifting like she hadn’t heard what she wanted.

“Huh?” she said quietly.

You blinked, trying to gather your words. “I was just—”

Smack.

The third hit cut you off mid-sentence, harder than the last.

Your moan came out louder this time, your hands instinctively gripping the edge of the open drawer.

“Remember when I tried to speak,” Billie murmured. “and you wouldn’t let me?”

You were getting wet.

You opened your mouth again, trying to answer.

“Answer me,” she said.

“I’m Billie I’m trying, but you—” Smack. Another sharp strike landed, making your body jolt, moaning louder than before.

A strand of Billie’s wet hair slipped forward, the cool droplets brushing against your shoulder as it fell over you.

Without warning, she presses her hard cock firmly against your ass, the thick length grinding into the cleft through your clothes. The sudden pressure makes you gasp, your head falling back onto her shoulder as a shiver runs down your spine.

"Get on the bed and strip," Billie commands, her voice low, breath hot against your ear. “lay on your back, legs spread open for me."

You obey, your hands trembling slightly as you peel off your shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Your pants follow, sliding down your legs until you're stepping out of them, kicking them aside. Underwear comes last, revealing your naked body, your pussy already slick and wet with arousal. You climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight, and lie back, spreading your legs enough.

Billie approaches the bed, her pretty cock standing erect, balls hanging heavy beneath it. She climbs on, positioning herself between your open legs, her eyes locked on your dripping pussy. She grips her shaft and slaps it down onto your folds, the head of her cock connects with your clit.

"Why do you listen to me?" she asks, her tone laced with mock curiosity, slapping her cock against your pussy again. "And why do you keep disrespecting me like this? I work so hard for you, and this is how you treat me?"

Before you can answer, she lines up and slips her thick cock inside you, the stretch immediate and intense. You both moan loudly, yours a sharp cry of pleasure-pain, hers a deep growl of satisfaction—as she sinks in deep.

No pause, no time to adjust; Billie starts thrusting right away, her hips snapping forward to fuck you hard. Her breasts bounce with each stroke, swaying near your face, nipples hard and brushing close enough to tease.

"That's it, slut," she degrades, pounding into your wetness relentlessly, her cock dragging along your walls. "I'll fuck the attitude right out of you." Her pace quickens, balls slapping against your ass, the bed creaking under the force as she claims you completely.

her cock was stretching your walls with its girth, every ridge and vein pulsing against your insides. she was hitting spots that make your toes curl as she drills into you relentlessly. The slick slide of her shaft coated in your juices creates a good friction, pulling at your entrance with each withdrawal before slamming back in.

She watches herself fuck you, eyes fixed on where her cock disappears into your soaked pussy, mesmerized by the way you take her length, glistening with your arousal. “Look at that,” she growls, her voice rough with lust.

Your hands reach back instinctively, fingers digging into the firm cheeks of Billie's ass, pulling her closer, holding her deep inside as she thrusts. You don't want her to pull out, craving the fullness.

Billie smirks down at you, then hooks your legs over her shoulders in one swift motion, folding you nearly in half. The new angle drives her even deeper. “You love this, don't you? so damn pathetic,” she degrades, her hips snapping forward without mercy.

Your pussy clenches around her, so fucking wet that obscene squelching sounds fill the room, your arousal leaking down to soak the sheets. She fucks you so good, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you, her breasts still bouncing wildly near your face as she pounds away. “fuck—yes,” you groaned.

Billie smirks down at you, then hooks your legs over her shoulders in one swift motion, folding you nearly in half. The new angle drives her even deeper. '”You love this shit, don't you? So disgusting,” she degrades, her hips snapping forward without mercy.

Your pussy clenches around her, so fucking wet that obscene squelching sounds fill the room, your arousal leaking down to soak the sheets. She fucks you so good, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you, her breasts still bouncing wildly near your face as she pounds away. “Oh god, Billie,” you moan.

Billie slows her thrusts just enough to grind deep inside you, her thick cock buried to the hilt in you. She leans down. “You think I want to worry about work and the damn tour all the time?”

Her pre-cum leaks steadily from the tip, mixing with your slick arousal in your core, the warm fluid coating your walls as if she's already starting to breed you.

“Say you're sorry,” Billie demands, her voice a low growl as she holds still, her cock throbbing inside you. “Apologize for being a disrespectful bitch.”

You hesitate, biting your lip, the fullness of her stretching you making it hard to think, your body trembling under her. The wait stretches, her eyes boring into yours, until finally, the words tumble out in a whimper. “I'm sorry, Billie... I'm so sorry.”

A gentle grin spreads across her face, and she rewards you by giving you a tender kiss on the neck.

She started rotating her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, the motion grinding her cock against untouched spots deep within. Your back arches off the bed with a sharp gasp, your nails gripping more into her skin as pleasure rips through you.

Okay bye.

[cowmath]

“FUCK OUT THE ATTITUDE”. - BILLIE G!P *

synopsis: After you snap at Billie and refuse to apologize, the tension follows you home—until she decides to deal with your attitude herself.

WARNINGS : bratty reader, Billie g!p, vaginal sex, rough, spanking, degrading kink, breeding kink, no protection, sub reader.

Your phone was pressed to your ear while you paced across your room, frustration making your steps sharp against the floor.

“Can you just listen for a second?” Billie said through the phone, her voice calm but worn thin. “I told you the label moved the meeting last minute. I didn’t plan it like that.”

“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed. “Funny how your job always comes first.”

A tired pause filled the line.

“It’s not about it coming first,” she replied, voice quiet but steady. “This is literally my work. I can’t just skip meetings whenever I want.”

“You skipped dinner though, didn’t you?” you shot back. “The one thing we actually planned.”

“I didn’t skip it on purpose,” Billie said, sounding even more drained now. “I thought we could just move it to later tonight. I was trying to explain that if you’d just—”

“You always say that,” you interrupted. “There’s always another call, another studio session, another meeting. I’m sick of it.”

Another soft sigh.

“I know it’s frustrating,” she admitted gently. “But yelling at me isn’t going to fix it. I just want to talk about it like normal people instead of—”

“Oh my fucking god, shut the hell up,” you snapped before she could finish.

For a split second, there was nothing but quiet on the other end.

Then you hung up.

The call ended with a cold beep, and the room suddenly felt too still—like the only person who’d actually been trying to fix the argument was now gone from the line.

You stared at your phone for a second after the call dropped, the quiet in your room suddenly louder than the argument had been.

A sharp huff left your lips.

“Whatever,” you muttered to no one.

You tossed the phone onto your bed and pushed your hair back, irritation still buzzing under your skin. If she wanted to be busy with work all the time, fine. You had things to do too.

You moved around your room, straightening up the mess on your desk, shoving clothes back into drawers, opening folders on your computer to organize files you’d been putting off. The clicking of the keyboard slowly filled the space where the argument had been.

LATER

Hours passed like that.

By the time the front door finally opened, you were still sitting at your computer, the glow of the screen lighting your face while you sorted through documents.

Billie stepped inside quietly.

You heard the door shut. Heard the faint sound of her shoes on the floor.

But she didn’t say anything.

You glanced over your shoulder for a moment. She walked past your doorway without looking in, her expression blank, her shoulders stiff like she was carrying the whole day on them. She didn’t even glance at you as she moved down the hall toward the bedroom.

A few minutes later you heard drawers opening, the soft rustle of clothes.

Billie was getting ready for a shower.

You turned back to your screen, clicking through another folder.

For a while the apartment stayed quiet except for the small sounds of Billie moving around. Then her voice came from the doorway behind you.

Calm. But tighter than before.

“You really hurt my feelings earlier.”

You paused, but didn’t turn around.

“I was trying to talk to you,” Billie continued. “I wasn’t raising my voice. I wasn’t being disrespectful. I was just explaining what happened with work and you kept going off on me.”

She shifted slightly, arms crossing.

“And then you told me to shut the hell up and hung up on me.”

The room stayed still except for the faint hum of your computer.

“I’d like an apology,” she said finally.

You leaned back in your chair a little, shrugging like it didn’t matter.

“I’m not apologizing,” you replied flatly. “You’re the one who bailed on our plans. If anyone should apologize, it’s you.”

The silence that followed felt heavier this time.

Billie let out a quiet, frustrated huff.

“Alright,” she said under her breath.

You finally glanced back.

For a second your eyes met hers—and something in her expression had changed. The tiredness was still there, but now it sat behind something sharper. Colder. The look in her eyes had hardened, anger simmering just beneath the surface.

She didn’t argue again.

Billie just shook her head slightly and turned away, walking down the hall toward the bathroom.

A moment later the door shut, and the sound of the shower starting filled the apartment.

—

You ended up drifting away from the computer after a while. The sound of the shower running down the hall echoed faintly through the place as you moved into the bedroom.

The dresser drawers were half a mess anyway.

You pulled one open and started sorting through it, pulling shirts out and folding them properly, stacking them into neater piles. Some of them were Billie’s, some were yours—it didn’t really matter as you reorganized the space.

The shower was still running.

You moved to the next drawer, pushing clothes into cleaner rows, smoothing wrinkles out with your hands. Eventually you ended up on Billie’s side of the dresser, quietly folding one of her oversized shirts before placing it down with the others.

You didn’t hear the bathroom door open.

Didn’t hear the soft steps behind you either.

Your back stayed turned as you kept working in the drawer, focused on folding another piece of laundry.

Then suddenly—

Warm hands wrapped around your waist from behind.

Your body stiffened in surprise.

You looked up instinctively, your eyes catching the mirror sitting on top of the dresser in front of you. In the reflection, you saw Billie standing behind you, her hair still damp from the shower, a few drops of water sliding down her neck.

Before you could say anything, she leaned forward slightly and pressed a slow kiss against the back of your shoulder.

Your breath caught.

Her arms tightened around your waist just a little.

“Why were you talking to me like that earlier?” Billie asked quietly, her voice low and raspy from the shower steam and leftover tension.

Before you could respond—

smack. Her hand landed sharply against your ass.

A startled gasp slipped out of you.

Her eyes were fixed on you through the reflection. “Answer me.”

You swallowed. “I—.”

Smack.

Your body jolted again when her hand landed on your ass a second time, sharper than before.

A breathy moan slipped out of you.

Billie tilted her head slightly, brows lifting like she hadn’t heard what she wanted.

“Huh?” she said quietly.

You blinked, trying to gather your words. “I was just—”

Smack.

The third hit cut you off mid-sentence, harder than the last.

Your moan came out louder this time, your hands instinctively gripping the edge of the open drawer.

“Remember when I tried to speak,” Billie murmured. “and you wouldn’t let me?”

You were getting wet.

You opened your mouth again, trying to answer.

“Answer me,” she said.

“I’m Billie I’m trying, but you—” Smack. Another sharp strike landed, making your body jolt, moaning louder than before.

A strand of Billie’s wet hair slipped forward, the cool droplets brushing against your shoulder as it fell over you.

Without warning, she presses her hard cock firmly against your ass, the thick length grinding into the cleft through your clothes. The sudden pressure makes you gasp, your head falling back onto her shoulder as a shiver runs down your spine.

"Get on the bed and strip," Billie commands, her voice low, breath hot against your ear. “lay on your back, legs spread open for me."

You obey, your hands trembling slightly as you peel off your shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Your pants follow, sliding down your legs until you're stepping out of them, kicking them aside. Underwear comes last, revealing your naked body, your pussy already slick and wet with arousal. You climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight, and lie back, spreading your legs enough.

Billie approaches the bed, her pretty cock standing erect, balls hanging heavy beneath it. She climbs on, positioning herself between your open legs, her eyes locked on your dripping pussy. She grips her shaft and slaps it down onto your folds, the head of her cock connects with your clit.

"Why do you listen to me?" she asks, her tone laced with mock curiosity, slapping her cock against your pussy again. "And why do you keep disrespecting me like this? I work so hard for you, and this is how you treat me?"

Before you can answer, she lines up and slips her thick cock inside you, the stretch immediate and intense. You both moan loudly, yours a sharp cry of pleasure-pain, hers a deep growl of satisfaction—as she sinks in deep.

No pause, no time to adjust; Billie starts thrusting right away, her hips snapping forward to fuck you hard. Her breasts bounce with each stroke, swaying near your face, nipples hard and brushing close enough to tease.

"That's it, slut," she degrades, pounding into your wetness relentlessly, her cock dragging along your walls. "I'll fuck the attitude right out of you." Her pace quickens, balls slapping against your ass, the bed creaking under the force as she claims you completely.

her cock was stretching your walls with its girth, every ridge and vein pulsing against your insides. she was hitting spots that make your toes curl as she drills into you relentlessly. The slick slide of her shaft coated in your juices creates a good friction, pulling at your entrance with each withdrawal before slamming back in.

She watches herself fuck you, eyes fixed on where her cock disappears into your soaked pussy, mesmerized by the way you take her length, glistening with your arousal. “Look at that,” she growls, her voice rough with lust.

Your hands reach back instinctively, fingers digging into the firm cheeks of Billie's ass, pulling her closer, holding her deep inside as she thrusts. You don't want her to pull out, craving the fullness.

Billie smirks down at you, then hooks your legs over her shoulders in one swift motion, folding you nearly in half. The new angle drives her even deeper. “You love this, don't you? so damn pathetic,” she degrades, her hips snapping forward without mercy.

Your pussy clenches around her, so fucking wet that obscene squelching sounds fill the room, your arousal leaking down to soak the sheets. She fucks you so good, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you, her breasts still bouncing wildly near your face as she pounds away. “fuck—yes,” you groaned.

Billie smirks down at you, then hooks your legs over her shoulders in one swift motion, folding you nearly in half. The new angle drives her even deeper. '”You love this shit, don't you? So disgusting,” she degrades, her hips snapping forward without mercy.

Your pussy clenches around her, so fucking wet that obscene squelching sounds fill the room, your arousal leaking down to soak the sheets. She fucks you so good, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you, her breasts still bouncing wildly near your face as she pounds away. “Oh god, Billie,” you moan.

Billie slows her thrusts just enough to grind deep inside you, her thick cock buried to the hilt in you. She leans down. “You think I want to worry about work and the damn tour all the time?”

Her pre-cum leaks steadily from the tip, mixing with your slick arousal in your core, the warm fluid coating your walls as if she's already starting to breed you.

“Say you're sorry,” Billie demands, her voice a low growl as she holds still, her cock throbbing inside you. “Apologize for being a disrespectful bitch.”

You hesitate, biting your lip, the fullness of her stretching you making it hard to think, your body trembling under her. The wait stretches, her eyes boring into yours, until finally, the words tumble out in a whimper. “I'm sorry, Billie... I'm so sorry.”

A gentle grin spreads across her face, and she rewards you by giving you a tender kiss on the neck.

She started rotating her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, the motion grinding her cock against untouched spots deep within. Your back arches off the bed with a sharp gasp, your nails gripping more into her skin as pleasure rips through you.

Okay bye.