🐞Pluto🐞

23 she/her sub!billie enthusiast

[daysnlimbo]

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼 when she holds me...*ೃ༄⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[malaya-s-diner]

Draw me

Pairing - Artist Reader x Billie Eilish

Warning - nude drawing, fingering, waiting for it, desperation, strap, edging kinda, use of mommy one time, squirting, etc

A/n - inspired by titanic also Ik drawing takes a long time but let’s ignore that, hope u gays enjoy

The first time she asked, it was barely a whisper against your ear, her breath hot and desperate. "Please. I need you to see me. All of me."

You're sitting on the edge of her bed, sketchbook open in your lap, pencil already in your hand. She's kneeling in front of you, still fully dressed in that thin white tank top and denim baggy shorts, but her fingers are already pinching the hem of the top.

"Please," she repeats, voice cracking. "Draw me. I want you to watch me take it all off, and then I'll hold still for you. I promise. Just tell me how you want me."

You nod, and a shudder runs through her. She pulls the tank top over her head in one slow, deliberate motion, letting it fall to the floor. Nipples already hard from the cool air—or from the intensity of your gaze. She reaches for the button on her shorts. The zipper hisses down. She shimmies out of them, kicking them aside, and now she's just in a tiny pair of black lace panties.

She hooks her thumbs under the waistband and pushes them down her thighs, letting them drop to her ankles. She steps out of them, completely naked now, and stands before you with her arms slightly away from her body, as if offering herself up.

"Where do you want me?" she asks, her voice trembling.

"On the bed. On your back. One hand behind your head, the other resting on your stomach. Legs slightly apart."

She moves quickly, positioning herself exactly as you described. Her back hits the mattress, her left arm bends behind her head, her right hand rests flat on her belly. Her legs part just enough to show the curve of her inner thighs, the soft shadow between them. She's already glistening, a faint sheen on her folds, but she holds perfectly still.

You begin to draw. The pencil scratches across the paper, capturing the line of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist. She stays frozen, but her eyes never leave your face, watching you watch her.

"Like this?" she asks after a minute.

"Yes. Don't move."

She lets out a shaky breath. Her chest rises and falls a little faster. Her fingers twitch on her stomach, wanting to touch herself, but she forces them still.

"How much longer?" she whispers.

"Almost done with the outline."

Her thighs press together slightly, then relax again. She's struggling—you can see it in the tension in her jaw, the way her hips want to shift. Her cunt is getting wetter, a thin line of moisture starting to slide down her inner thigh.

"I'm trying," she breathes. "I'm trying to be good for you."

You don't answer. You just keep drawing, your eyes flicking from her body to the page, capturing every detail. The way her nipple is pebbled and dark. The way her stomach flutters with each shallow breath. The way her sex is slowly, growing slick.

"Please," she whimpers. "I can't—I need—"

"Hold."

She squeezes her eyes shut. A small moan escapes her lips. Her right hand clenches into a fist on her stomach, knuckles white. She's trembling now, her whole body aching with the effort of staying still.

You set the pencil down. The sketch is finished.

"Okay," you say softly. "You can move now."

She doesn't. She just lies there, panting, looking up at you with desperate, glassy eyes.

"Please," she begs. "Please touch me. I've been so good. I waited."

You crawl onto the bed, hovering over her, your knees on either side of her hips. You lean down and press a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then her lips—soft, teasing.

"You were so patient," you murmur against her mouth. “I'm going to reward you for it."

Your hand slides down her stomach, fingers trailing through the slickness between her thighs. She gasps, her hips jerking up into your touch.

"Yes—god yes—finally—"

You circle her clit with your thumb, once, twice, then press two fingers into her wet heat. She cries out, her back arching, her nails digging into your shoulders. She's so tight, so hot, so ready.

"Fuck me," she begs. "Please fuck me with your fingers."

You do. You thrust into her slow and deep, curling your fingers against that spongy spot inside her, making her moan with every stroke. Your thumb keeps working her clit in tight, wet circles.

"That's it," you whisper. "You waited so beautifully for me. Now let go."

She comes undone. Her body clenches around your fingers, a gush of liquid heat flooding your hand, and she screams your name—a raw, broken sound that fills the room. You keep pumping her through it, slowing only when her hips stop bucking and she collapses onto the mattress, limp and trembling.

You pull your fingers out, glistening, and bring them to your lips. You taste her—sweet and salty and utterly her.

She stares up at you, dazed, a lazy smile spreading across her face.

"Now," she says, her voice hoarse, "let me see the drawing."

You pick up the sketchbook and hand it to her. She props herself up on her elbows, studying the image of herself—naked, posed, waiting. A blush creeps up her cheeks.

"It's perfect," she whispers. "But you missed one thing."

"What?"

She pulls you down, rolling on top of you, her slick thighs straddling your hips.

"You haven't drawn me with your cock inside me yet."

And then her mouth meets yours, hungry and demanding.

you reach for the harness you keep in your nightstand—black leather, soft but firm, with a silicone cock already attached. You strap it on slowly, deliberately, letting her watch.

Her breath hitches. Her hips twitch, wanting to rise.

"you're going to ride me. And you're going to hold still while I draw you like that."

A shudder runs through her. She nods, biting her lip.

The head of the silicone cock presses against her slick entrance, and she moans, already lowering herself.

You reach between her legs and guide the tip inside her—just the tip. She gasps, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Lower," you command.

She sinks down, inch by inch, taking the entire length of the strap into her. When her ass finally rests against your pelvis, she lets out a long, shaky sigh.

"Fuck," she whispers. "You're so deep."

"Good. Now don't move."

You pick up the pencil and sketchbook again. She's on top of you, impaled, her body trembling with the effort of staying still. Her breasts are full and round, her nipples hard. Her stomach flutters with each shallow breath. Her cunt is gripping the silicone, clenching and releasing in tiny, involuntary pulses.

"Please," she begs. "Please hurry. I'll be so still. I promise."

You start sketching. The pencil scratches across the paper, capturing the curve of her waist, the way her thighs splay over your hips, the glisten of moisture at the base of the strap where she's already leaking onto you.

She holds perfectly still, but her whole body is a taut wire. Small tremors run through her legs. Her fingers dig into her own thighs. She bites her lip so hard it turns white.

"You're doing so well," you murmur, not looking up from the page.

"Please," she whispers again. "Please let me move. I can't—I need to—"

"Not yet. I'm almost done with your face."

Your pencil traces her expression—the desperate, hungry look in her eyes, the parted lips, the flush spreading across her cheeks. She's beautiful like this, caught between pleasure and restraint.

A drop of sweat rolls down her collarbone. Her inner muscles clench around the strap again, and she stifles a moan.

"I can feel you," you say softly. "You're so wet. You're dripping onto me."

"I can't help it," she whimpers. "You're inside me. I can feel you everywhere."

"Just a little longer. Hold."

She squeezes her eyes shut. Her breath comes in ragged gasps. Her hips start to twitch, almost unconsciously, wanting to grind against you.

"Don't," you warn.

She forces her hips still. A tear slips from the corner of her eye.

"Please," she begs, voice cracking. "Please, mommy. I've been so good. I waited. I held still. Please let me move."

You set the pencil down. The drawing is finished.

"Okay," you say. "Now you can move."

She shudders, a sob of relief escaping her. And then she starts to ride you—slow at first, then faster, her hips rocking forward and backward, taking the strap deep inside her with every thrust. Her hand drops to her clit, rubbing frantically.

"Yes—yes—thank you—"

You grab her hips and thrust up into her, matching her rhythm. She cries out, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing.

She comes with a scream, her cunt clenching around the silicone, a gush of fluid wetting your stomach.

When she collapses onto your chest, panting, you wrap your arms around her.

“Show me the drawing”

You hand it to her. She looks at it—herself on top of you, the strap buried inside her.

"Perfect," she breathes. "Now let me return the favor."

She reaches for the harness's buckle.

[daysnlimbo]

I really do just open this app to read the dirtiest post, clinch my thighs, and close the app again for fun everyday...

[malaya-s-diner]

Quiet

Pairing - Wife!Reader x Wife!CEO!BillieEilish

Warning - strap (Billie receiving), switch Billie and reader a little, you guys have a daughter, having to be quiet, from the back, tit play , strap sucking

A/n - I’m backkk hope you gays enjoy

The front door clicks shut, the deadbolt sliding home with a soft thunk. You hear Billie's keys drop into the ceramic bowl on the entry table, followed by the heavy sigh of a long day finally ending. The house is dim, lit only by the muted glow of a single lamp in the corner of the living room, casting long, soft shadows across the carpet.

She pads into the room, her work blouse untucked, the top two buttons already undone, exposing the sharp line of her collarbone and the swell of her breasts pressed against a black bra. Her eyes find you on the couch, and there's a raw, immediate hunger there, a tiredness that melts into something far more primal.

"Hey," she breathes, her voice a low rasp. She doesn't ask about your daughter. She already knows.

You hold a finger to your lips, tilting your head toward the baby monitor on the end table. A soft, even breathing fills the small speaker. She's out cold.

Without a word, Billie drops her handbag. It lands with a muffled thud. She crosses the room, her stride purposeful, and sinks to her knees in front of you, between your legs on the plush rug. She looks up, her hands finding your thighs, squeezing.

"I need you," she whispers, her breath warm against your jeans. "All day, I couldn't stop thinking about this."

Your hand moves to her hair, tangling in the soft strands. She leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before snapping open, filled with that same desperate need.

You guide her head down, and she doesn't resist. Her mouth finds the button of your jeans, her teeth tugging it free with practiced ease. The zipper sounds impossibly loud in the silent room. You hiss a warning.

"Shhh," you breathe, your fingers tightening in her hair.

She smiles against your belly, a wicked, silent promise, as she peels the denim down your hips. She helps you lift your ass, pulling the jeans and your panties down to your knees. The air is cool on your exposed skin.

She looks at the harness you're already wearing, the black silicone cock standing firm and proud against your stomach. Her eyes darken. She licks her lips, a slow, deliberate motion.

"Good girl," she murmurs, her voice barely a vibration. "You knew."

She leans in, her tongue tracing a wet stripe along the underside of the shaft, from the base to the tip. A shudder runs through you. You clench your jaw, forcing the moan down. She does it again, slower this time, taking the head into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks gently. The wet, obscene sound of it fills the quiet space between you.

"Billie..." you warn, your grip in her hair tightening.

She pulls off with a soft pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. "I know," she whispers. "I just needed a taste."

She moves then. She crawls up your body, her knees pressing into the couch cushions on either side of your hips. She hovers over you, her blouse falling open. Her breasts, still bound in that practical black bra, brush against your lips. You take the hint, your mouth finding a nipple through the lace, sucking hard. She bites her lip, a choked gasp escaping her. Her hips roll against the length of the strap-on, the silicone sliding against her clothed cunt.

Desperate. Hungry.

She reaches down between you, her own fingers fumbling with the button of her slacks. You help, pushing the fabric down over the swell of her ass. Her panties are a damp, dark patch at the apex of her thighs.

"Here," you command, your voice a low, firm whisper. "On the floor."

She slides off you, her knees hitting the rug with a soft thud. She turns, her back to you, and lowers herself to her hands and knees. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded, her back arched, presenting herself to you completely.

"Please," she mouths, the word silent but deafening.

You move behind her, your knees on the rug. The baby monitor hisses quietly. One hand grips her hip, the other guides the slick head of the strap-on to the entrance of her cunt. She's soaked. The silicone slides through her wet lips, coating itself, before you press forward.

A sharp, sharp intake of breath from her is the only sound. She pushes back, meeting you, taking all of you inside her in one slow, devastating inch. The stretch is visible, her body gripping you.

You start to move, a slow, deep. Your hips meet the firm, soft flesh of her ass. The sound of it is a quiet, wet slap of skin on skin, amplified in the stillness. Thrust. Slap. Thrust. Slap.

Your hand comes from her hip, pressing flat against the small of her back, increasing the arch. Your other hand snakes around her body, finding her clit. It's hard and swollen. You pinch it gently, rubbing circles around it as you fuck her from behind.

Her head drops, her forehead resting on the carpet. Her mouth is open, her breath coming in ragged, quiet pants. She's fucking herself back onto you, matching your rhythm, chasing that peak.

"I'm close," she hisses, her voice strained. "Fuck, don't stop."

You don't. You drive into her harder, faster, the rug muffling the sound of your fucking. Your fingers work her clit relentlessly, pressing, rubbing, until her thighs start to shake.

"And then she'll wake up," you whisper, the threat a part of the game.

A helpless, strangled noise tears from her throat. You clap your hand over her mouth just as her orgasm hits. Her body clamps down around the silicone, her cunt fluttering and gripping, her hips grinding back against you as she rides out the wave in a frantic, silent seizure of pleasure. You don't stop moving, fucking her through it, your hand still locked over her mouth, absorbing the sobs of her release.

Finally, after a long, slow moment, her body relaxes. She slumps forward onto the rug, a boneless heap. You pull out slowly, the wet sound obscene.

You lie down beside her, and she turns into your arms, burying her face in your neck. Her breath is hot and ragged against your skin.

The baby monitor remains silent. Just the quiet rhythm of your daughter's breathing, and the heavy, satisfied pulse of her mother's heart against yours.

[daysnlimbo]

✧*.ೃ࿔*:･Smells like Eilish *.ೃ࿔*‧₊˚*

A list of songs that remind me of Billie.

──────────── ୨୧ ────────────

● The Motive Used to Be The Melody ~ Sango, Xavier Omär

● When She Holds Me ~ Becky and the Birds

● Girl With The Tattoo ~ Miguel

● Ivy ~ Frank Ocean

● Runaway ~ Aurora

● Fake smile ~ Ariana Grande

● Lovers Rock ~ TV Girl

● Yellow ~ Coldplay

● You, Dear ~ Eloise

● Flaming Hot Cheetos ~ Clairo

● She ~ Dodie

● Vanilla Baby ~ Billie Marten

● I'll Come Too ~ James Blake

● Some ~ Steve Lacy

● Without You ~ Inhavit, Spooky Black

● Jealous ~ Labrinth

● Always ~ Ashe

[spiralingsapphic]

Baristsaillie!

hii i felt inspired by this tiktok and wanted to write a lil something for it (ended up being long asf but lmaoo)

mainly smut but there's a lot in the beginning n a little fluff before and after, then more smut

this is my first post so ngl Iim nervous asf anddd i have a part 2 cooking already so i hope this goes well lmao n u guys enjoy <3

i might’ve missed some tags bc i’ve never done this before lol

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pov: your fave barista that you've been crushing on comes over to help with your new machine and things get heated

18+

wc: 9142

tags: gxg, oral(r!receiving), fingering, subillie?? idk lowk switch, praise kink, tiny bit of deg, scissoring, fingering, squirting, use of feminine pet names, she/they billie, enby fem reader, bit of drinking, pure filth

You let out a frustrated sigh as you put down the instruction manual for your brand-new espresso machine and simultaneously pick up your phone. You anxiously chew your bottom lip as you open Instagram and go to your messages, your heart beating a little faster when you click your favorite barista’s DM. It’s a shot in the dark, but you spent too much money on this damn machine to just give up on it. 

billie

@billosaurusrex

—> hey!

You put your phone down on the counter as if you’re allergic to it, then you hear it vibrate a few seconds later.

billie

@billosaurusrex

hii

Wassup

Their quick replies make you both excited and anxious but you try to calm down and remind yourself she’s just a person. A very hot, charming, smart, talented—you snap yourself out of it and pick up your phone so you can reply.

billie

@billosaurusrex

—> so this is really random but I was wondering if you could help with this😭

You open your camera and snap a picture of the machine and its box.

billie

@billosaurusrex

hell yeah

want me to come over now?

—> like now now?

yeah

i’m not doing anything n i was kinda bored so

let’s set this bad boy up?

—> yess okay

—> it’s just kinda late so i wasn’t expecting that lmaoo

billie

@billosaurusrex

fair

—> i def want to tho

i’ll send you my address :)

billie

@billosaurusrex

perf

see u soon

i’ll msg when i’m omw

You met Billie a few months ago when the shop she worked at was still brand new. You’ve only kind of hung out once, and it was just you giving them a ride home one night. You’ve always wanted to get to know her beyond more than silly texts and quick cafe visits, but you’ve been too scared to make the first move. 

You like the last message and find yourself smiling as you send your address along with and number. You’re still surprised she’s willing to come over now, but you were open to it because you’re desperate to set this up and you want to see her.

“Oh shit.” You let out a small gasp and put your phone down, realizing you should probably clean up a bit. 

You rush to pick up random shit off the floor and put it in its place, then you wash a couple of dishes. To set the vibe, you pick out a few records to play, picking albums from artists you know they like because of prior conversations. You’re also unsure if Billie will want any, but you’re in the mood, so you grab a bottle of wine and glasses. 

You take a deep breath and check your phone, seeing that Billie texted a few minutes ago saying she’s on her way. You look down at your outfit, which is just a camisole and plaid pajama shorts, hoping you look okay enough. It shouldn’t matter, you know, but your tiny crush on them makes you care about the little things. 

Over the next fifteen or so minutes, you have a hard time keeping still as you’re anxious about Billie’s arrival, occupying yourself with more tidying. After another couple of minutes, you hear your buzzer go off, prompting you to press the button to let her in the building. 

Then it isn’t long before you hear a gentle knock on your front door, making your heart skip a beat. You swiftly open it and smile the second your eyes meet those familiar ocean blue ones.

“Hi.” You say. 

“Hi.” Billie smiles back. 

“C’mon in.” You step to the side and hold the door open. 

You look at them and see they’re wearing an oversized light gray hoodie with sweatpants, and they look as pretty as ever. You try not to stare at her face too long, but you can’t help looking at the pair of metal orbs above and below her right eyebrow, or the hoop in the center of her lip. Her hair is now shoulder-length and black, a little bit shorter than the last time you saw her. 

“Thanks.” Billie lets out a small giggle as they step into your apartment. “Where’ve you been? I miss seeing you at the shop.”

“Working.” You chuckle. “I actually got promoted, and they moved me somewhere else, so now the shop isn’t on my commute route anymore.” You close your front door and lock it. “Trust, I miss coming more often.” You sigh. You definitely miss seeing her pretty face, including that cute dimple and smile.

“Aw.” Billie pouts slightly, giving you an excuse to glance down at their lips. “Well, congrats on the promotion.”

“Thank you.” You giggle. “I try to stop by when I can, though.” 

“Mm good.” She nods. 

“But that’s a part of why I bought this thing.” You lead them into the kitchen.  

“Oh my god.” Billie’s eyes widen. “This is bigger than I thought, to be honest.” They take a step back and look at the box on your counter. 

“That’s what she said.” You can’t help smiling softly. 

Billie was about to say something, but they ended up pausing with their mouth slightly open, quickly shooting you a look of playful annoyance. 

“It shouldn’t be too bad though.” They say, and you see the slight smile creep up on their lips. 

“Great, thank you again.” You say as you walk over to your record player. 

“Course.” 

You feel Billie’s eyes on you as you carefully place the first vinyl of choice down and turn the player on, then set the volume to a reasonable level. 

“Figured we might be here a while.” You look at them once you’re back in the kitchen. 

For some reason, the way Billie is looking at you makes your stomach twist slightly, and you find yourself unable to look into her eyes without your face heating up. 

“Yup.” Billie begins rolling her hoodie sleeves up, and your eyes flicker down to her tatted right forearm. 

Billie doesn’t notice though, because they immediately begin taking the machine out of the box, as all you did was take the instructions out after opening it. You don’t mind though, since you can continue staring, briefly looking at the part of their face that is visible. Yet again, you feel that familiar twist in your stomach, but you find yourself not minding it. 

“To be honest, the hard part won’t be setting it up,” She continues, taking all of the pieces out of the box. “And I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but it’ll be teaching you how to use and adjust it.” She chuckles. 

“Understandable.” You let out a small laugh. 

“We’ll do it though,” They look over at you. “Plus, you can reach out to me whenever you need.” They smile. 

“Aww, thanks.” You smile back. Your thoughts immediately wander to a dirtier place as you can’t help thinking about how you need them in other ways. 

  You’re so distracted by those thoughts that you accidentally don’t pay attention to what Billie is saying about the machine, picturing her—

“(Name)?” Billie moves slightly closer to you. 

“Hm?” You look up and meet their eyes. “Sorry-I…uh.”

“It’s alright,” They giggle, and the noise makes your heart tug. “Ready? I’ll start from the top.” 

“Yes.” You nod. 

This time, you pay attention as Billie goes over the different parts of the espresso machine and their functions, from the grinder, the portafilter, and the buttons. Before you know it, you’ve listened to half of an album and cracked open the bottle of wine. 

Billie ends up deciding to have some, and you pour them a glass while the two of you take a break for a few minutes. You end up having random conversations during this time, joking and catching up on things you’ve missed, while also learning new things about them. You love talking to her, but you also love getting to look at her face up close, and wish you could be closer. 

“Alright, alright.” Billie tucks some of their hair behind their ear, which is something you find really cute. “Ready?”

“Yup.” You take one more sip of your wine before putting the glass down. 

“Okay, so this is how the filter works.” Billie starts, and they take the portafilter out with its handle. You occasionally glance at their hands as they grip the filter and explain the different parts of it.

By the time they’re done going over how to use and clean the steam wand, the first album has finished playing. It’s also time for a wine refill, and both of you are finishing your glasses faster than you thought you would. 

“You get the next pick.” You say to Billie as you walk over to the record player to switch albums. Billie thinks about it for a couple of seconds before choosing, then you walk away to put that album on. 

When you come back, your breath hitches when you see Billie in the middle of pulling their hoodie off. Your eyes automatically glance down as her shirt is dragged up by the hoodie, revealing her abdomen and the tattoo in the center of it. 

Billie is oblivious to your stare as you keep trailing down the tattoo that leads into their pants, then you notice the waistband of their boxers peeking out. Then Billie stretches, making her boxers stick out just a little bit more, and your face flushes. 

Billie’s eyes suddenly meet yours and your heart flutters, the two of you just linger for a moment. 

“You okay?” Billie asks with a small laugh. 

“Y-yeah, I just uh…” You trail off and look away, trying to come up with something. “Sorry, is it too warm in here?” You glance at their hoodie. 

“Oh no, it’s fine.” She nods. “It was the hoodie’s fault.” She giggles and you catch her eyes briefly flicker down to your top.. 

You’re far from drunk, but tipsy enough to have to hold yourself back from saying flirtatious things to them. 

“Ready?” Billie exhales as they put their glass down. 

“Yup.” You nod and mentally tell yourself to lock in. 

Billie explains how to use the grinder again as they grab the bag of coffee beans, then they pour some into the machine. 

“Okay, so this part is really important cause it’ll change the taste of your coffee.” Billie locks eyes with you, making you lose focus as you look into them. 

You nod and pretend to understand what they talked about anyway, watching as they take the portafilter out of the machine. 

“What’d I say?” Billie looks at you again, a slight smile on her face. 

“I-what?” You stutter, caught off guard by the question. 

“I said, what’d I say?” She steps closer, and your stomach flutters. “You definitely didn’t hear me.” She giggles. “What’s got you so distracted, hm?” You swear her tone has a flirty edge to it, but you also don’t trust your instincts. 

“Nothing, I just…um…” You briefly glance away. “I just think your eyes are really pretty.” Your face flushes as you look at her. 

You’ve told Billie this before, in fact it was the first compliment you ever gave them, but you mean it differently now. 

“Oh, thank you.” Billie’s face flushes and they seem more shy. 

“My bad though,” You chuckle. “What’d you say?”

“The size of the grind affects the speed of the shot, which then affects the taste.” They say, and you nod. “The finer the grind size, the slower it’s gonna come out. The coarser the grind size, the faster it’s gonna come out.” They explain slowly, along with hand gestures. “Fast equals sour, slow equals bitter.”

Billie then clicks the filter into place again and pushes a button so the grinder turns on. She takes it out to even out the grind before tamping it down, explaining why as she does it. 

“This one is probably gonna be ass, not gonna lie.” She chuckles. 

You laugh and bite your bottom lip as both of you watch the espresso come out, immediately noticing it’s pulling too fast. 

“Damnit.” Billie giggles. “Sometimes it takes a few tries.” By the time they’re done talking, the shot is in the cup. 

“I see.” You chuckle. 

“Wanna try it?” Billie picks the mug up and sniffs it, then they cringe. 

“No?” You giggle. 

Billie looks at it before shrugging and taking a sip, regret immediately taking over her face, which makes you laugh. 

“C’mon,” The way her tone lowers and her eyes lock on you makes your stomach twist. “You gotta.”

“Fine.” You sigh dramatically as you take the cup. 

You take a sip, and you’re barely able to swallow it because of how bad it tastes, much to Billie’s amusement. 

“You’re trying to kill me.” You dump the shot out in the sink. 

Billie’s laugh makes your stomach flip. “I am not.”

“Sure.” You take a couple of sips of wine. 

“I promise,” She giggles. “I’d never, you’re too pretty.”

“Oh.” You breathe out, your cheeks growing hot. 

“Sorry, too much?” Billie cringes and picks up her glass. 

“No, no,” You say quickly while shaking your head. “I-thank you. I was just surprised." You giggle. 

“Fair.” They look relieved as they take a sip. 

“I think you’re really pretty too.” You say, feeling a slight confidence boost now that you know they’re flirting back. 

“Thank you.” She giggles.

You look into Billie’s eyes for a moment, then glance down at her lips before looking into her eyes again. She opens her mouth to say something, but then the music stops, making both of you giggle. 

“Time for number three.” You say. 

Your mind is full of a million thoughts as you walk away to switch the albums out, and you decide to pick something on the softer side. You already know how you feel about Billie, but now you’re even more curious about how they feel about you. You’re nervous but excited to test the waters, hoping Billie sees you in a more than platonic way. 

You walk back to the kitchen once you’re done and you watch Billie set up another shot before pulling it. 

“This is the worst part, it can take a while,” They let out a dramatic sigh. “But I wanna make sure this is correct for you.”

“Aw,” You smile. “Don’t worry, we have time.”

“I should’ve asked a lot sooner, but is it okay if I spend the night?” Billie looks at their phone. 

“Course,” You chuckle. “Isn’t it almost midnight?”

“It’s after it, actually.” She shows you her screen with the time reading 12:10 am. 

“Oh shit.” Your eyes widen. 

Billie giggles and removes the mug so she can look at the shot. “This isn’t perfect, but it’s closer to what we’re looking for.” She moves closer to show you the inside. “I won’t make you taste this one though.” You both chuckle. 

“Oh, thank god.” You drink more of your wine instead, nearly done with your glass. 

“I will make you pull this next one though.” They say as they pour the shot out. 

You let out a small groan, and Billie makes a face at you. 

“C’mon, you gotta learn.” She chuckles and removes the portafilter before knocking the grinds out. “And this machine does half the work for you.”

When Billie gives it to you, your hand briefly brushes against theirs, and you don’t miss the way their cheeks darken. 

“I already adjusted the grind, all you have to do is lock the filter in place.” She says. 

You try to copy what you saw her doing earlier, but you fumble with putting the filter in place as you’re unable to find the spot, making Billie giggle. 

“Okay, hold on.” She chuckles and stands next to you. “Here.” 

Billie grabs the end of the filter handle while your hand rests on the base, your fingers touching slightly. They show you where to look to make sure the filter is lined up right, twisting it slightly before pushing it up with ease and twisting it again to lock it in place. 

“Not too bad, right?” She bites her lower lip and you glance down at them. 

“Mhm.” You mumble, completely losing your train of thought. 

“Good.” Her tone makes your stomach dip slightly. You watch Billie take the filter out again and you keep your grip on it after she removes her hand. “Try again.” 

You do exactly what both of you just did and successfully lock the filter into place, making you smile. 

“Good job,” Billie says, dangerously close to your ear, and you can’t see her but you feel like she’s smirking. 

You feel her shoulder brush against yours because of how close she’s standing, and your whole body reacts. Both of you watch, and after a couple of seconds, your shot is done pulling. You grab the mug, then turn around to face them and move back a little. 

“Wow,” Billie says as they look down at the shot. “That looks good.”

“Really?” You look up in surprise. 

“Yes.” She chuckles and looks up, her eyes meeting yours. “Perfect.” She breathes out. 

Neither of you says anything as Billie steps closer and reaches past you to put the mug back down, but then they stay directly in front of you. 

“Billie…” You trail off, suddenly frozen. 

“Can I um…Can I kiss you?” She looks as nervous as she sounds. 

“Yes.” You nod. 

Billie then closes the gap between you, kissing you so softly you can tell she’s still a bit hesitant. You smile against her lips as you kiss her back, the two of you sharing a few more simple kisses before you pull back. 

“C’mon Bils,” You look into their eyes. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

Billie does exactly as you say, kissing you passionately as they press against your body, pushing you against the countertop. You gasp softly, and they use it as an opportunity to swipe their tongue against your bottom lip, then you grant them access. Billie groans as she continues kissing you deeply and you feel her arm wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer.

“Fuck.” They mumble after pulling back for air. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Thank you.” You smile. “So are you.”

Billie responds by kissing you again, both of your pent-up feelings coming through in the kisses. Your hands make their way to her body as you hold her tightly, then you feel her hand slide under your shirt. She gives you one more kiss before kissing your cheek and then making her way down your neck. 

“Bils.” You moan softly. 

“Keep calling me that.” They groan against your skin. “Please.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” She kisses you softly, but it’s full of hunger. 

“Keep touching me.” You gasp as their hand rides up your bare skin. 

“Are you sure you want this?” Billie pulls back for a second and looks into your eyes, their breaths heavy. 

“I’m so fucking sure.” You giggle. 

“I can’t believe this is real.” She says, then her lips meet yours again.

“I didn’t know you felt this way.” You say after a few more kisses. 

“Mm, me neither.” She rests her head against your forehead. “We could’ve done this a lot sooner.” She giggles. 

You hum and go back to kissing them passionately, wrapping your arms around their neck. Both of you shift over slightly without pulling apart, then you feel Billie’s hands on the waistband of your shorts. 

“Been teasing me all night,” She breathes out. “These cute little shorts and this small ass top.” She pulls back. “Your tits look so fucking good in this, by the way.”

You let out a small gasp as they slowly pull your shorts down before allowing them to fall to the floor. You open your mouth to respond, but Billie kisses you instead, and you groan as you kiss her back. Your whole body feels electrified from their words and actions, leaving you aching for more. 

“Billie.” You moan as her hand caresses the outside of your underwear. 

“Mm, you’re so wet for me, baby.” They kiss right below your ear, sending a chill down your spine. “Fuck.” 

They run circles on your clothed clit, making the damp spot grow as your hips buck. 

“Fuck me.” You blurt out. “Please.”

Billie gives you one last kiss before pulling back, but they keep a grip on your waist. 

“Up.” She whispers. 

You hop up, and they help lift you onto your kitchen counter, sending a wave of excitement through you. You bend slightly so you can kiss Billie deeply and you feel her finger hook under your underwear waistline. You lift your hips again so Billie can pull them down, dropping them next to your shorts. 

You spread your legs, and Billie simply stares for a moment, making your flushed face grow darker. She places her hands on your inner thighs to keep your legs open, then she keeps one hand still as the other slides up your thigh. Billie looks up at you, and your breath hitches when your eyes lock, then your hips lift with anticipation. She fits perfectly between your legs, and she finally gets so close to your cunt that you feel her breath tickle you. 

“So pretty.” Billie says softly while looking at your cunt. 

“Billie.” You whine, but your face flushes at their words.

Billie caves in and places their tongue flat against your soaked clit, making both of you moan. Your head falls back with another moan as Billie moves her tongue, dragging it down to collect your juices before coming back up to your clit. Your moans only grow louder when she uses her fingers to spread your folds further, allowing her to suck on your clit. 

“Fuck, fuck.” You moan and look down at her. 

Billie’s mouth continues working as they look up at you and hum against your pussy, the vibration making you squirm. They’re an expert with their tongue, paying attention to how your body reacts to various movements, making that pressure in your stomach grow. 

“You taste so good, baby.” Billie pulls back slightly to take a breath. The sight of her lips wet with your slick and her chin glossy makes you groan as she looks hotter than you imagined. 

“Thank you.” You smile. “You’re so hot, Bils.”

Billie hums as she buries her face in your pussy again, her tongue circling your clit. 

“You look so damn good like this.” You keep your eyes on them. “So pretty between my thighs,” You place your hand on their head. 

Billie’s moan is louder than the previous ones, making you smirk. 

“Aww, you liked that, huh?” You bite your lower lip. “You’re doing so good, sweet girl.”

Billie lets out a soft gasp that sends a ripple of excitement through you, adding to your pleasure. Then you feel one of her fingers poke your entrance, making you moan as you lean back to give her better access. Billie slides it in with ease without taking her mouth off of your clit, making you moan deeply. 

“Just like that, fuck.” You gasp. 

Billie adds another finger before curling them as they repeatedly thrust in and out with a steady rhythm. 

“Oh god, Billie.” Your moan is borderline pornographic. “I’m gonna cum, keep going.” You grip their hair but not hard enough to hurt. 

Billie picks up the pace and after a couple more thrusts, your orgasm slams into you. You moan her name as your cum coats her fingers and tongue, Billie moaning with you as she fucks you through it. 

Once you whimper, she stops and gives your pussy a few gentle kisses as she slides her fingers out. Both of you are breathless and speechless, locking eyes for a moment as you come down from your orgasm. 

Billie comes up to stand between your legs, and you lean forward, then they kiss you passionately. You can’t help groaning softly into her mouth at the taste of yourself on her tongue. 

“You did so fucking good, Bils.” You say during a brief break from the fierce kisses. 

Her response is a soft groan as her lips meet yours again, tongues tangling effortlessly. 

“Couch.” You mumble after pulling back. 

Billie moves back so you can hop off the counter, but then they can’t resist pulling you against them and kissing you. You keep your mouth on theirs as you slide your hands under the waistband of their pants, then they help you pull them down. 

Both of you finally pull apart once you’re completely out of breath and you rest your forehead on hers. You pull back and take a deep look at Billie’s face, from her pretty eyes to her swollen lips. 

“You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” Your voice is soft and tender as you look into their eyes. 

Billie seems a bit caught off guard, in a good way, as their cheeks darken further. “I-I um.” They glance away from you. 

“Billie, you’re absolutely gorgeous.” You whisper before kissing her tenderly. “Gonna let me see more of you, sweet girl?” You kiss the corner of her lips, then her cheek. 

“Yes.” She lets out a shaky breath. 

You kiss her neck and the soft noise she makes encourages you to keep going, making her moan a bit louder. 

“Good girl.” You whisper into their ear. Billie shivers, and you smile as you pull back. “You love being praised, don’t you, baby?”

Billie nods. “Yes,” Her voice is slightly higher-pitched. 

“Mm, cute.” You giggle. 

Both of you then finally move to the couch, stopping right in front of it. Billie slides their hands under your shirt to help pull it off of you, their eyes going straight to your chest. Your face flushes as she studies you, feeling slightly nervous under her gaze. You weren’t wearing anything under the camisole, so now you’re fully bare in front of them. 

You help Billie take off their shirt, then it’s your turn to stare at their chest, cleavage sticking out of their sports bra. Neither of you says anything as she removes her sports bra, then you let out a soft gasp. 

“Yeah, they’re bigger than they look.” She giggles, her face growing darker. 

“That too, but also um, uh…” You’re at a loss for words as you look at their sternum tattoo and right nipple piercing. 

“Oh, right.” Billie chuckles. “I’ve been meaning to get the other side done, but I’m a pussy.”

“Fair.” You let out a small laugh. “You should definitely get it.” You step closer. 

“Come with me then.” She smirks. 

“It’s a date.” You chuckle. 

“Perfect,” Billie giggles. “Although, maybe we should do something relatively normal first.”

“Getting your nip pierced is totally a normal firs—second? Date.” You smile. 

“Yeah, sure.” Billie playfully rolls their eyes. “Whatever you say, gorgeous.” 

You then move closer and kiss Billie, both of you groaning when your bare chests contact each other. Your kisses are passionate yet tender as Billie pulls their boxers down, then you pull them closer. 

“Are you wet for me, sweet girl?” You say against their lips. 

Before Billie can respond, your hand travels down between their legs, and you press it against their cunt. Billie gasps, and their legs shift slightly, giving you better access to rub their wet folds. 

“Perfect.” You whisper before kissing her. You rub gentle circles on her clit, making her moan into your mouth. “God, you’re so hot.” You mumble as you kiss down her neck, your fingers still moving. 

“Need you.” She whines, and the sound makes your cunt ache. 

You gently push her to sit on the couch, then you kiss her as you turn her so she lies down. Your lips remain on her feverishly as your knee fits perfectly between her thighs. Both of you moan again when your chests touch as you lie down on top of her, and Billie adjusts comfortably. 

“You’re so pretty.” You pull back to admire Billie’s pink face. “Need to see you all fucked out.” You lean down again to kiss their jaw, then kiss down their neck. 

Billie moans, and your hands explore their body as you slide up, then they move down so you're straddling their upper thigh. 

“Fuck.” You breathe out when she lifts her thigh a bit, making contact with your bare cunt. 

You give Billie one more kiss before sitting up and making sure you keep your eyes locked on theirs. You move your hands up her torso, and you feel her quiver beneath your touch, then you cup her tits. Billie groans as you target her nipples while your thigh spreads her legs open further. She then lifts her hips and you slide down closer so your thigh contacts her pussy, making both of you groan. 

You shift again and grab her waist, pulling yourself closer while Billie moves down. Your pussy comes into direct contact with her for a moment, making both of you moan at the sudden touch, but then it’s gone. You sigh but keep adjusting, and Billie also moves below you, trying to find that sweet spot again. Both of you giggle softly, then they turn into breathy moans as you rock against her. 

After another switch, you know you’ve found the perfect position because of the moans both of you let out as your wet clits meet. You remain in a steady rhythm as you grip Billie tighter, eyes closing briefly because of the pure bliss you feel. Billie grinds with you to create more pressure, then both of you moan and curse. You can hear the squelch of your wetness, and the filthy noise turns you on even more. 

“Feels good, sweet girl?” You open your eyes again and look at Billie. 

They lift their head to look at you, and your pussy flutters at the sight of their flushed face and parted lips. 

“Fuck yes,” Billie whines. “So fucking good.” Her eyes meet yours. 

“Mm, yeah you like being fucked on my couch, huh?” Your hand moves up to squeeze her tit just hard enough to leave her skin red after a moment. “Such a good little slut for me.” Your voice drops a bit. At the same time, you pinch her nipple with the two metal orbs. 

Billie suddenly quivers beneath you, a raw moan ripped from her throat as she grinds against your harder. Their orgasm seemed to be a surprise to both of you as Billie’s eyes widened and their face flushed more. 

“Oh my god, Bils.” You chuckle softly, and your hips stop moving, then you take the moment to catch your breath. 

“I-Um.” She still looks shocked as her body finally relaxes. “Uh.”

“It’s okay, baby.” You laugh. “That might’ve been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” You bite your lip. “I can’t even think of how to tease you about it.” 

Both of you giggle, and you lean down to kiss her softly a couple of times. 

“I need to see you cum again.” You whisper against their lips before slowly trailing open kisses to their jaw. “-m gonna wreck you, Billie.” You whisper the promise in her ear, then leave a gentle kiss below it. 

Billie whimpers and the sound makes your clit throb, encouraging you to gently rock your hips. 

“Please.” She grips your thighs, and you groan. “More.”

“Fuck, good girl.” You give her one more kiss before sitting up. 

You rock faster, and you feel your core tighten more as your wet clits grind over each other, your thighs dripping. The two of you fit together perfectly like a puzzle piece and you caress each other wherever you can reach. 

You take in the beautiful sight beneath you, looking from Billie’s flushed face down to their pretty pussy, admiring it all. You’re obsessed with every inch of her and you wanna make sure she feels it. You take your time looking at the tattoo between her chest and the one on her hip, making a mental note to kiss them at some point. 

Billie moans your name and their higher-pitched tone, combined with their whine, nearly makes you cum. 

“Harder baby.” You groan. “C’mon, fuck my pussy.”

Billie presses harder into you and rocks her hips slightly faster, then you watch her pace. Every time your clit brushes against her, a wave of pleasure shoots through your entire body,

“Good girl.” You breathe out. “Fuck, I’m close.” 

Billie looks into your eyes, and you feel her nails dig into your thigh, the pain surprisingly making you moan. 

“You make me feel so good,” Billie says and you can tell they had to hold back a moan. 

“I wanna hear you, baby.” You say. “Show me how I make you feel. Show me how much you like being fucked by me.”

Then you watch Billie crumple completely, moaning loudly as her orgasm rips through her, her whole body shaking. Her thighs clamp harder as her pussy soaks yours and the feeling aids in sending you over the edge. You try to keep your eyes open but fail as the overwhelming pleasure spreads through your body, but you continue to rock your hips. 

Both of you gradually come to a stop, breathing heavily as you look at her again. 

“So pretty.” You whisper as you lean down. 

You end up lying on top of her, and you both adjust your legs so you’re fully lying down, bodies intertwined. You wrap your arm around their torso, and you can feel them breathing heavily, their body occasionally twitching. 

“You did so well baby.” You kiss their neck softly, and Billie groans. 

“Says the one who made me cum in like a millisecond.” She chuckles. 

You let out a small laugh. “Again, that was so hot, Bils.” 

“You’re hot.” She continues giggling. 

You mumble a soft thanks as Billie turns to face you, and their arm wraps around your waist. This time, Billie kisses you first, soft and gentle with just her swollen lips. You kiss her back and pull her closer while gently caressing her hip. When you pull back, both of you just look at each other, full of affection, for a moment. 

“Oh, you don’t mind the pet names, right? I hope they weren’t too feminine or anything.” You say, feeling slightly nervous. 

“I loved them, silly.” Billie smiles. “But I appreciate you checking, that’s really cute.”

“Course.” You smile back. 

“I mainly love them cause they’re coming from you.” 

Your stomach twists, and you feel your face heat up again, then you let out a nervous giggle. 

“I’m serious, you can call me whatever you want.” Their smile says the opposite of their words. “Your voice is so fucking hot.”

“Have you heard yourself?” She giggles and her eyebrow raises. 

“You just like being told what to do.” You chuckle. 

Now Billie is the one who’s stumped for a second as their face turns bright red again. 

“You’re so cute.” You chuckle and kiss them softly. 

“Mm, I’m also hungry.” Billie giggles. 

“Same.” You nod. “Should we order something?”

“Sounds good, baby.” Billie’s tone is soft. 

You share a few more kisses before both of you slowly get up, groaning at your slightly achy muscles. 

“I’ll be back.” You kiss her cheek softly. 

You go fill two glasses with ice water for the two of you, then when you come back you see Billie on their phone. 

“Aww, thank you.” Billie said when she looked up and took one of the glasses. 

“Course.” You smile. 

Then you sit down on the couch next to Billie and find yourself already missing feeling their body against you. 

“C’mere.” You say as you spread your legs wide. 

Billie sits in between them, sitting perfectly as she leans against your chest comfortably. You wrap one arm around their waist, and the other mindlessly caresses their soft skin after you put your glass down. 

“I think there’s a pizza place nearby if you’re in the mood for that.” You say, watching Billie open a food delivery app. 

“That works for me.” They nod and hand you their phone. 

You find the place and talk about what both of you want, occasionally showing them the menu, then decide. You absentmindedly caressed Billie’s skin during this time, your hand traveling wherever it wanted to. Once you’re done, you hand their phone back and Billie completes the order. 

“Thank you, baby girl.” You say. 

Billie’s natural reaction is a soft giggle, and it makes your stomach flip. Neither of you says anything as you touch Billie’s waist, your hand gradually getting closer to their hips. 

“It’ll be here in like half an hour.” Billie says. 

“Good.” You say. 

The two of you continue talking about random things for the next couple of minutes, and you watch Billie play a game on their phone. You mindlessly draw shapes on their waist, occasionally drifting towards their stomach, then move down to their hip. 

Billie lets out a soft whimper and you feel their back arch slightly. 

“What is it, Bils?” Your tone is innocent even though your fingers are on their hip. 

When she doesn’t answer you, you lower your hand and brush your fingers against her wet folds, making her gasp. 

“You’re so needy, aren’t you, baby?” You continue caressing her outer folds and her legs open a bit more. “Yeah, you are.” You smirk. 

“Need more.” Billie breathes out. “Please.”

“Mm I know, you’re soaked.” You slide one finger down to their opening. 

Billie moans softly and her hips buck, desperate for some type of relief for her aching cunt. You add another finger and slide up and down to gather her wetness, but purposely avoid touching her slick clit. 

You wanna keep teasing her, but she lets out a whine so needy and perfect, you finally begin rubbing her clit. Billie moans and their back arches slightly as you slide down again before coming back up to continue rubbing circles. 

“Fuck me, please.” Billie moans. “Need your fingers in me.”

“You’re such a good girl.” You say. “You sound so sweet, asking for what you want.” 

You slowly insert both of your fingers into her dripping hole at once, making Billie moan loudly and grip your arm. They moan your name as you continue sinking your fingers in, then you wrap your other arm around their waist. 

“Good girl.” You breathe out. “Want me to make you cum again, don’t you?”

Billie nods and moans when you pick up the pace, curling and pumping your fingers inside of her. 

“Words.” You pause your movements, making her groan. 

“Yes, baby. I wanna cum again.” She blurts out. “Please.” Her voice is full of desperation, and you feel her cunt drip on your fingers. 

You resume fingering her, loud squishing sounds filling the room along with her sweet moans. Billie suddenly moans louder and her hips buck, then you feel that spongy spot inside of her cunt. You make it your mission to repeatedly pound into it, making Billie’s pussy flutter again. 

“Fuck, right there,” Billie says between moans. 

“Gonna cum, sweet girl?” 

“Yes—fuck, yes,” She then moans your name. 

You switch your other hand from their waist to their clit, rubbing circles as your fingers thrust into their cunt. 

“Oh fuck,” She cries out. “I-”

Billie is interrupted by her own moan as her pussy gushes all over your hands, her entire body shaking. You moan out of surprise and continue fucking her through it, earning another small gush on your fingers. Billie is fully pressed against you as her thighs clamp around your arm, then she goes limp after a few seconds. You slowly come to a stop after Billie whimpers, using your other hand to hold her again. 

“Good job, baby girl.” You kiss her cheek. “That was so fucking hot, you did so good for me.”

Billie can only hum as she breathes heavily, resting her head against your chest. Her thighs close, and she lets out a small whimper as you gently pull your fingers out of her. Billie then sits up a bit so they can turn slightly and you lean down to kiss them. 

“I’ve never felt this good before.” Billie looks into your eyes. “And I…I’ve  certainly never done that before.” Their face becomes even redder, and they attempt to hide in your chest again. 

You let out a small laugh and kiss the top of their head. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart.” You intertwine your fingers with theirs. “I loved it.” You giggle. “And loved the fact that it was because of me.”

Billie hums in agreement, then grabs her phone from next to her on the couch. 

“Oh shit, we have like fifteen minutes,” Billie says. 

You groan and sit up, causing Billie to sit up as well. 

“Wait,” Billie mumbles softly and you look at her. 

Then she presses her lips against yours gently, her emotions coming through the kiss. Your stomach twists as you kiss them back and keep things slow yet passionate. Billie adjusts more and cups your face, leading to the two of you getting carried away in a tender make-out session. 

Billie pulls back and your eyes flutter down in time to see a string of saliva from your mouth, making your pussy ache. Billie seems to notice too, as she bites her bottom lip and stares at yours for a second with temptation. 

“We need to get dressed.” They giggle, still holding your face gently. 

“Mm.” You kiss her one more time, unable to get enough of her soft lips. 

You finally loosen your grip on Bilie’s waist, but keep your hand on her body as long as you can she stands up with a groan. You giggle as you follow suit, your back aching a little bit from how you guys were sitting. 

Then, both of you get dressed and Billie goes to the bathroom to clean up. After a minute or two, you hear her call your name softly, prompting you to go to the bathroom. 

“Can I uh…?” Billie starts. 

 The door is slightly cracked, and you take it as an invitation to push the door open. 

“Can I borrow…something? I dunno what, but my boxers got a bit ruined.” Their face flushes as they lock eyes with you. 

“Oh yeah, of course.” You nod. “Give me a sec.” You can’t help smiling as you turn around, feeling a bit of pride. 

You go to your room and dig around for a shirt long enough, then you go back to give it to Billie. 

“Thank you.” She smiles. 

“Course.” You nod before stepping back outside.

Once Billie comes back into the living room, your jaw drops slightly. You can’t help staring as you’re enamored by how good they look in your shirt, just your shirt. 

“Stop it,” Billie says softly and you don’t miss the blush that creeps up their face. 

“Well…you’re really hot.” You chuckle. “Can’t help it.” Your eyes stay on her as she moves closer. 

You close the gap between you two by kissing her softly, Billie letting out a hum of satisfaction as they kiss you back. You get a few soft kisses in before Billie’s phone chimes and they break the kiss to look at it. 

“Oh fuck, he’s pulling up.” They gasp. 

Billie pulls back completely, but their eyes linger on your lips for a moment before returning to their phone. After another minute or so, Billie meets the driver by the front door, and you wait for another minute as they retrieve the food.

“Thank you, baby girl.”

“You’re welcome.” She smiles as she walks to the kitchen to put the food down. “Thank you for everything tonight.”

“Aww.” You smile. “Course, you’re the one who helped me.” You chuckle and wrap your arm around her, pressing your body against hers from behind. 

“That was nothing.” Billie giggles and turns around so she can kiss you gently. Your soft kisses are interrupted by the sound of Billie’s stomach rumbling, making both of you laugh after pulling apart. 

Both of you help yourselves to pizza and more wine, laughing and getting to know each other as you sit down at the island to eat. 

After you’re both done eating, you sit on the couch together, making yourselves comfortable under the blanket. You go back and forth on what to watch before finally agreeing on a show both of you have seen before so you don’t have to pay that much attention. The two of you end up getting lost in conversation after a bit, the TV reduced to background noise. 

After another two episodes, you notice Billie is completely quiet and their breathing pattern has changed. 

“Bils?” You whisper, gently shaking their shoulder with your own. 

You look down at them and can’t help smiling softly because they’re sound asleep, light snores coming from their lips. 

“Baby girl.” You giggle and shake them again, feeling a little guilty for having to wake them up. 

“Hm?” She sits up slowly, yawning as she blinks her eyes open. 

“I think it’s time for bed, yeah?” You gently caress her side. 

“Mhm.” She hums. “Oops, sorry.” She giggles. 

“It’s alright.” You let out a small laugh. 

Both of you get up and groan as you stretch, then you turn the TV off. Billie stares at you for a second before blinking, her face still full of sleepiness, making you chuckle. 

“You’re adorable.” You whisper. 

Billie responds by giving you a quick kiss, then she gently intertwines her fingers with yours and you smile. You make sure everything is off downstairs, then both of you go to the bathroom and take turns. 

Then you decide to brush your teeth together, but you both keep giggling because Billie has to use her finger as a brush. You can’t help stealing glances at them in the mirror and both of you blush when your eyes meet, then you chuckle. Once you’re both done, you take their hand to lead them to your room. 

After getting into your bed with a soft groan, you pull Billie close and she wraps her arm around your waist. You’re both wordless as you lean in at the same time and kiss each other softly, your lips moving perfectly in sync. The few kisses turn into gently making out as you caress each other and your legs comfortably intertwine. 

“I was not expecting the night to go the way it did.” You let out a soft giggle as you pull back. 

“Mm, me neither.” They smile. “But I’m really happy with it.” 

“Good.” You nod and give her a quick kiss. 

“I like how I feel with you,” Billie says softly and her hand caresses the side of your face. “I can be myself.”

“Aww, Bils.” You smile. “Of course, I wouldn’t want anything else.” You look into their eyes. 

“Random—and I promise I have a point,” She chuckles. “But can I mention my ex real quick?”

“Sure.” You say with a confused giggle. 

“Basically she uh…she always put me in a box because of my appearance. Y’know, I tend to be a little more masculine, so she made me play that role, which,” Billie gently plays with your fingers. “I didn’t always want to be dominant and like…tough I guess, all the time though. Emotionally or physically.”

“Understandable.” You nod. “That’s shitty of her.” You frown. 

You’re surprised by how hearing Billie discuss another woman fills your stomach with a bit of jealousy. You try to suppress the jealousy because you know it isn’t right, but you can’t help tightening your arm around their waist. 

“Right, but the only plus was that she made me eat her out all the time.” Billie’s lips curl into a slight smirk. “That I did love.” She bites her lower lip. “And I’ve always been gifted at it, in my opinion.” The tone of their voice and the way they look at you make your core ache. 

“Yeah?” You don’t know what else to say, your voice slightly shaky.  

“Yeah.” She nods, her eyes locking with yours. “Enough about her though.” Billie playfully rolls her eyes. “Talking about it is making me want to eat you again.” She giggles. 

“Really?” You raise an eyebrow, and at the same time feel your clit throb. 

“Yeah.” She bites her lip. “Can I?” She looks at you with pure desire. “Please?” Her voice softens in that way that makes your stomach flip. 

“Mm…” You nod as you move closer to her. “You’re not too sleepy?” You giggle, but the question is genuine. 

“Never that.” She smirks as she also shifts closer. 

“Then yes.” Your lips ghost against theirs.

Billie hums in satisfaction before kissing you softly, then they kiss from your jaw down to your neck. Your breathing pattern changes as they slide under the large comforter and you decide to leave it on, enjoying not knowing what their next move will be. 

Billie seems to have no problem with it as she spreads your legs wide while kissing your inner thighs. You take a deep breath when they pause, but you can feel their face close to your cunt because of their breath. Then, without warning, Billie places her mouth on you and begins sucking your clit. 

You moan loudly as your back arches, your eyes widening from the surprise, and Billie’s mouth is relentless. They lick and suck you perfectly, having more space this time to explore your pussy since you’re lying down. 

“Oh fuck, Billie.” You moan and grab the top of their head through the comforter. “Feels so good, baby girl.”

Billie shifts closer, and you feel her hands slide up your body until they find your tits. You moan at the added pleasure, then gasp when Billie pinches your nipples and your hips buck. Billie chuckles and pulls back for just a moment, their breath tickling your thigh. 

You miss being able to see their eyes and pretty face, so you decide to go ahead and move the comforter. Billie immediately looks up at you but their mouth doesn’t stop, and they moan softly, the vibration making you whine. Their back arches further, causing their ass to stick up more, and you can’t help staring at both. 

Billie sticks to using her mouth only, slowing down and exploring your folds with her tongue. Your moans grow louder as she sucks your clit and occasionally licks down to your hole. You grab the top of their head again, your thighs briefly clamping around their head as you feel waves of pleasure. 

“Billie.” You moan louder and grip her hair, your thighs bucking. “-m gonna cum.” You gasp. 

“Yeah, baby?” They pull back for a second, making you whine. 

“Yes.” You nod. 

“Mm, ask nicely.” She kisses your inner thigh. 

“Please, Bils.” You look into their eyes. “Can I cum?” You pout and your hips buck, missing the feeling of her on your pussy. 

Billie hums as she kisses your clit, then she starts licking and sucking it again, making you moan. 

“Fuck, please.” You cry out and push her head down, making her moan. 

“Cum for me.” Billie looks up at you. 

You break almost instantly, moaning and cursing as your whole body shakes while you cum on her tongue. Your head falls back and your back arches as you experience pure bliss, Billie’s mouth still working your cunt. Your body quivers and you whine from the overstimulation, making Billie slow down before stopping. You flinch when she gently kisses your cunt a few times, moaning softly. 

Billie catches her breath as she lies back next to you, then she kisses you softly and moves closer. You groan at the taste of yourself on their lips and wrap your arm around them as you deepen the kiss.

“You really are fucking good at that.” You giggle, resting your forehead against theirs. “So good.” You hum. 

“Thank you.” Billie smiles. “You’re delectable.”

“Oh, that’s a big word.” You say playfully. “Thanks though, I’m glad.” You kiss her softly. 

After a few more kisses, Billie pulls back first and looks into your eyes deeply. 

“I really like you,” Billie says, their voice seemingly a bit nervous. “I mean I know we have to like get to know each other more and stuff but-”

You cut them off by kissing them softly, making them groan but then you feel them smile against your lips. 

“I like you a lot too, Billie.” You say after pulling back. “And there’s so much I wanna know about you, but it’s okay to say we like each other.” You giggle. 

“I know, I just…I dunno. I was overthinking it, and I’m scared of rejection.”

“I understand, sweet girl,” You gently cup her face. “I was scared too, that’s why I never made the first move.” 

“Well then,” They let out a breathy chuckle. “I’m glad we talked about it.” 

“Me too.” You giggle. “I’m ready to get some sleep now though.”

“Me too,” She nods and yawns. “Goodnight baby.” She looks into your eyes as she gently caresses your face. 

“Goodnight, sweet girl.” You smile softly. 

Both of you move closer and you give Billie a few more small kisses before she turns around, getting comfortable in your embrace. You whisper a few more sweet words, then it doesn’t take long for both of you to fall asleep. 

Bonus

“What’s up with you today?” Billie’s coworker/work bestie asks as she wipes down a counter, a slight smile on her face. 

“What?” Billie purposely acts dumb and busies herself with cleaning the steam wand. 

“You’re literally glowing.” Her coworker chuckles. “And you’re being…suspicious.”

“Uhh, I dunno what you’re talking about.” Billie turns to try to hide the smile and blush creeping up her neck. 

Their coworker hums, but then a customer comes, and she has to take their order, which makes Billie chuckle. After their order is done, Billie’s coworker comes back over. 

“You got cracked, didn’t you?” Her coworker excitedly whispers, playfully hitting Billie. 

Billie bites her lip but ends up smiling, making her coworker squeal and hit her again. 

“Oh my god.” Her eyes widen. “Was it who I think?” She raises an eyebrow and looks at Billie with anticipation. 

Billie nods and her smile widens, face burning as she thinks about the memory from last night. 

Their coworker accidentally makes a noise a little too loud, causing other coworkers and customers to glance over. 

“No fucking way.” She gasps. “It’s about time though.” They both giggle. “Now tell me about it.”

“So they invited me to their apartment last night to set up an espresso machine…”

[saintofdecayyy]

๋࣭ ⭑𝓂ovie night {B.E}

summary: you record billie as she’s getting fucked out by you!!

word count: 1.4k

cw: EXPLICIT CONTENT, strap usage, swearing, degradation, SMUT, sub!billie,dom!reader

the red light of the camera blinked, a tiny, hungry eye in the dim hotel room. it was aimed at the bed, at the chaos of sheets and the sprawl of limbs in the center of it. at billie.

“fuck,” she breathed, the sound half-gasp, half-whine. her back was arched, a perfect, desperate bow, pushing her tits up towards the ceiling. they bounced with every sharp thrust of your hips, a mesmerizing rhythm you were capturing forever. “look at ‘em. are you gettin’ how good they look right now?”

you angled your phone down slightly, panning from her face, scrunched up in pleasure, to her chest. the screen was a perfect, glossy window to her debasement. her nipples were tight, dusky peaks, begging for a mouth that wasn’t there. “i’m getting it,” you murmured, your voice a low, steady counterpoint to her frantic whimpers. “i’m getting everything.”

she preened under the attention of the lens, even as her body was completely subject to yours. it was a delicious contradiction, the core of what made her so addictive. she’d flex her arms, a show of strength that was utterly betrayed by the way her pussy clenched around you, slick and welcoming. “you gonna watch this later?” she asked, a sly, fucked-out grin stretching her lips. “gonna watch me when you’re all alone and remember how i fuck you?”

“i’m going to watch it and remember how i fuck you,” you corrected, punctuating the statement with a particularly deep roll of your hips. the sound she made was somewhere between a sob and a moan, her head falling back against the pillows, her throat a long, vulnerable column. the chain of her necklace glittered there, catching the light.

“god, yes,” she agreed, no longer able to manage her teasing braggadocio. her hands, which had been flexing on your biceps, flew to her own breasts. she cupped them, squeezing them together for the camera, presenting them like an offering. “play with my nipples,” she demanded, but it came out a plea. “please? pinch ‘em. make it hurt.”

you set the phone on the nightstand, propping it against the lamp for a stable, wide shot. the frame was perfect: her entire body, yours moving above her, the slick sheen of sweat on your skin. freeing your hands, you leaned over her, the strap shifting inside her and drawing a fresh cry. you did as she asked, your fingers finding her sensitive peaks and rolling them, pinching hard.

her reaction was instantaneous. her whole body jolted, legs tightening around your waist, pulling you deeper. “fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck—” the chant was a prayer, a litany to the pleasure-pain you were administering. her hips began to move in earnest, meeting your thrusts with a frantic, sloppy rhythm. she was trying to take control, to set the pace, but it was a losing battle. every grind of her hips was just a plea for more, a surrender in a different form.

“you’re so fucking desperate for it,” you whispered against her jaw, your teeth scraping the skin there. her whole body shuddered, a silent acknowledgment. “look at you. putting on a show for the camera, but really, you’re just a mess for me, aren’t you?”

she couldn’t answer. she just shook her head, a denial that was a confession. her tits were still pushed up between your bodies, soft and pliant against your chest. she was trying so hard to be the one in charge, the one with the power, flexing and showing off and demanding what she wanted. but with every stroke of the strap, every cruel twist of your fingers, she was proving the opposite. her body was yours. her pleasure was yours. the video you were making was yours.

“say it,” you commanded, your hips snapping forward, hard and fast. “tell the camera who’s fucking you.”

her eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused, trying to find the little red light. she licked her swollen lips. “you are,” she breathed, the words cracking. “you are.”

“and whose tits are these?” you squeezed one for emphasis.

a whine escaped her throat, high and broken. “yours.”

“whose messy little pussy is this?”

she whimpered, grinding against you, chasing her release. “yours. god, it’s yours.”

“good girl.” you reached over, picked up the phone, and brought it in close, right to her face. “now, look at the camera,” you said, your voice soft but absolute. “and show me what it looks like when my cock makes you cum.”

her entire body locked. for a single, suspended second, she was a statue caught in the headlights of your phone’s lens. her pupils swallowed the blue of her irises, a wide, black abyss of pure sensation. the muscles in her neck stood out like cords as her head tipped back, a silent scream caught in her throat. then, the dam broke.

a choked sob wrenched its way out of her, raw and unrestrained. “gonna— gonna—” she managed to gasp before the words dissolved into a high-pitched keen. her body convulsed, a violent shudder starting in her core and radiating outwards. her thighs clamped around your waist like a vise, her heels digging into your ass, pulling you impossibly deeper as if she could fuse you into one being. her tits, still pressed between you, shook with the force of her orgasm, a frantic, final jiggle for the camera. the slick, wet sounds of the strap driving through her clenching heat were louder than her cries now, a percussive rhythm to her undoing.

you kept your phone steady, a merciless documentarian, capturing the flutter of her eyelids, the tear that escaped and tracked a path through the sheen of sweat on her temple, the way her jaw went slack with utter abandon. you didn’t stop moving, giving her no quarter, drawing out the pleasure until it was an agony.

“still looking,” you prompted, your voice a dark murmur. “give them more.”

she seemed to hear you through the fog of her orgasm, a flicker of awareness in her dazed eyes. with a monumental effort, she focused back on the lens. a fresh wave of heat washed over her face, a deep blush at being so seen, so recorded, so completely owned. her breath hitched. she tried to speak, to form one last, witty, defiant retort, but all that came out was a broken, breathy, “oh, fuck.”

her body went limp then, a complete and total surrender. she sank back into the mattress, boneless and spent, her limbs falling away from you. the only movement was the gentle rise and fall of her chest and the occasional, full-body shudder that traced the ghost of her orgasm. you held the camera on her for a long moment, capturing the aftermath: the blissed-out expression, the swollen lips, the tousled dark hair spread across the pillow like a halo. a perfect, ruined masterpiece.

finally, you stopped the recording. the red light vanished, plunging the room into a deeper, more intimate gloom. you tossed the phone onto the bed beside her, the soft thud startling a whimper from her.

she blinked slowly, turning her head to look at you. the bravado was gone, evaporated in the heat of her release. all that was left was a soft, pliant need. her tongue darted out to wet her lips again. “did you get it?” she whispered, her voice raspy.

you leaned down, pressing a soft, almost chaste kiss to her shoulder. “i got it all.”

a slow, lazy smile spread across her face. “good,” she murmured, her eyes drifting shut. “now show me.”

you didn’t move, letting the silence settle, thick and heavy as the humid air in the room. her breath was the only metric of time, a slow, even rhythm that gradually calmed from the frantic panting of moments before. after a long minute, her eyelids fluttered open, the blue of her irises soft in the gloom, hazy and unfocused like the aftermath of a storm.

“show me,” she repeated, the request a bare whisper now, stripped of all demand. it was a plea, a vulnerability she only showed you in these quiet moments after the tempest had passed.

you smiled, a slow, private curve of your lips. you reached for the phone, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. you lay down beside her, propping yourself up on an elbow, and shifted the screen so it was between you. your thumb found the playback button.

the world shrank to the six-inch rectangle. the video started with a slight jostle, your hands finding the perfect angle. and then there she was. on screen, billie’s head tipped back, a perfect column of throat presented to the camera as you entered her. a small, sharp gasp echoed from the phone’s speaker, a ghost of the sound you’d just heard live.

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[daysnlimbo]

Fav subillie writers?

Honestly hard to narow it down to a few because I've read almost every sub!bllie fic on this app lol. I'll try my best to list everyone I remember writing a subillie fic I loved! You can also just look at who I'm following and search their accounts ♡

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Everyone's non-subillie fics are great too! give it all love! ♡

[daysnlimbo]

my angel bug

[batty4billz]

"N.E.R.D" nerd!billie x f!reader

synopsis: you were assigned to make some music with a partner for your college course, but instead you and your partner are making another kind of music instead. if u catch my drift ;)

pairings: nerdy!sub!billie x dom!f!reader

au: college au!!!

warnings: smut a/n: word on the street is people were asking for subillie smut fics. so i had to contribute SOMETHING. (we all saw how she was acting in that magician interview🤭) also this was kinda rushed but I hope it was still good.

you were sprawled out against your classmates couch, scrolling on your phone while she was at her desk clicking away at her computer. trying to work on the project that you guys were supposed to make for the class you have together. you've had a huge crush on billie for a while and you thought you made it pretty obvious.

billie would flirt with you from time to time. sharing lingering stares, and hugs with her that made your heart skip a beat. you guys would ocassionally have sex too, and that was always really nice.(LOL) you both were studying to become music majors at berklee.

her studio/room smelt of vanilla, and cinnamon candles, with a slight smoky touch. you couldn't lie to yourself about how good it smelt. it kind of made you hungry.

you guys had been working on music for hours, and you were honestly ready for a break.

"billie?"

"yeah?" she replied

"can we take a break? i'm getting hungry" you questioned

"yeah, just──give me a sec. okay?"

"yeah, alright" you responded, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

you had got up and sat down next to her out of boredom. you couldn't help but admire her flawless side profile as she relentlessly worked. you could tell that she was really focused on what she was doing, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her lips tucked into her mouth, her hair tied into a messy bun. her glasses, were slightly falling down the bridge of her nose, but she didnt mind. she was too focused on working to care.

something you always liked about her was her attention to detail, and her work ethic. she'd really do anything to master her craft. and to you thought that was really admirable.

the speakers echoed the track she she kept on re-running it, making touch ups. she looked really tense, and you just wanted to relieve that stress.

you scooted closer to her, positioning the front of your chair to her back. slowly traveling your hands from the sides of your chair to the pads of her shoulders. causing her to let out a brief sigh of relief, you began to message the tense muscles when suddenly she began to whine.

"what's wrong love?" "tell me what's the matter?"

"n-need you to touch me."

"aw, and where do you need me to touch you pretty girl?" "do you want me to fuck that tight little cunt of yours, hm?"

"yes mommy."

"good girl" you praised, before making your way back to the front of billie's chair straddling yourself over her slim figure.

you gently grabbed the bottom of her chin and pulled her in for a sweet kiss. soft, slow, & gentle. she kissed you as if you were something fragile, and sacred.

"gotta give my baby what she wants, yeah?"

billie's pupils widened at your words, and you saw a sparkle in her eye. she nodded eagerly biting down on her lip. you placed another gentle peck onto her soft pink lips. before traveling to the side of her collar bone right below her ear.

"such a sweet girl f'me, hm?"

"yeah" billie whimpered desprately, before you placed a wet open mouthed kiss onto her neck, attacking the sensitive skin with kisses. you found her pulse and placed a gentle peck over it.

before gently kissing her shoulder.

"please, i need you right now" billie whined

"so needy." you condemned, before slipping your hand into her panties, feeling on her wet folds.

"s'that better baby?" you whispered lowly

"mhmm" she cried.

your fingers travel to the opening of her urethra lightly pressing on the slick sensitive skin, before sticking your two digits in between her slick folds. slowly pumping them in and out, gathering all of the slick from her tight cunt.

"so warm for me princess." you murmur, pressing another kiss to the side of her neck.

you slowly withdrew your fingers from her aching cunt and dragged them up to her throbbing clit. you pulled billie into another kiss, but this time it wasn't as gentle as before. it was sloppy, wet, and desperate. your fingers circled her clit as your mouths clashed together greedily, you slightly sped up the pace on her clit just to get a reaction out of her. and just as you assumed she moaned into your mouth needily. struggling to keep the rhythm of the kiss.

you toyed with her clit for a little while longer just to hear the gorgeous sounds she made just for you. you rubbed on her clit at a intense speed, causing her to repeatedly clench around nothing.

"yeah, you like that don't you?" You taunted

"mhm!──don't stop" she moaned

"your so good to me mommy." "please, i need more of you."

"oh yeah?" you tease, speeding up your pace even more. causing curses to fly out of her mouth rapidly.

"i want you to watch me while i fuck the sense outta you."

"can you do that f'me baby?" you question.

"yes yes." "anything for you mommy" she pleads, settling her baby blue eyes onto your face.

"good girl, you listen so well" you praise, as you continue to rub on her tight bundle of nerves. admiring her flushed face, her little freckles, and her bushy furrowed eyebrows.

"mm-thank you mommy." she breathes out. "i-i'm so close." she stutters helplessly.

"yeah?" you responded.

she nods, you press your thumb against her clit and flick it from side to side. sticking you're other two fingers into her seeping slit. "fuck, you're taking me so well my love" you growl.

"whose pussy is this, huh?" You spoke through gritted teeth.

her walls are practically closing around you with every thrust. "baby, i-i think i'm"

you stick your fingers in deeper,and deeper so your finger tips are hitting her cervix repeatedly, whilst your thumb toys at her swollen clit, you feel her walls clench around your fingers. as you observe her face, her eyes rolled to the back of her head,in pleasure. her mouth wide and agape. "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" "yes baby" "holy shit"

a slew of curses flew out of her mouth as her high washed over her. you rode her through her high. & "damn." was all she could say, by the time you were done fucking her.

"let's do it again" she said.

"please please please please pleaseeee!" she begged, pouting like a puppy.

"okay, fine." "so greedy" you smirked shaking your head. lowering yourself underneath the table and positioning yourself right between her legs.

"take these off f'me okay?" you said, tugging at the bottom of her shorts hinting for her to take them off.

and with that she slid her baggy shorts down with absolutely no hesitation. and then came her black panties, leaving her in her grey over-sized tee shirt.

"lemme taste you." you breathed out, gripping the front of her thighs and pulling her closer to you. before placing open mouthed kisses along the inside of her thighs.

"please baby, i need you now." she whimpered

and so you gave her exactly what she wanted. you licked a long bold stripe up her coated folds, releasing a long drawn out moan from your throat and looking up into her gorgeous blue eyes. sucking her clit into your mouth.

"fuck, yes mommy!" "please keep going."

and you sucked onto her clit harder, hollowing out your cheeks, and bobbing your head up and down. billie was in awe as you worked your magic on her folds.

"holy shit. yes baby" "yes"

you stuck your two fingers back into her tight slit, and it sucked you right back in immediately. you stuck your tongue out and shook your head left to right dragging your tongue from side to side on her clit. you used your other hand to hold onto her thigh as she desperately grinded her hips against your face.

"yes yes yesss, ugh!" she moaned.

you started to follow the rhythm of her hips with your tongue nodding your head up and down. resulting in a very high pitched moan to leave billies mouth, before her hips staggered and she came on your tongue. you moaned against her core at the taste of her fresh release.

"you did so well for me babe" you applauded, licking your lips

"taste yourself" you said lowly. picking yourself up and sitting on her lap.

she grabbed your neck and pulled you in for a hungry kiss.

she briefly pulled away "you drive me crazy." billie chuckled pressing her nose against yours.

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[tenthousandbils]

After Hours With a Magician

A/N: Got a little inspired ;) sorry it's so long, the interview was just too good. Anywhooo hope you like it

TW: Use of pet names, Oral B! Receiving, Fingering B! receiving, Strap on B! receiving, squirting, overstimulation, aannnd I think that's it?\

We just wrapped up our interview taping. Billie and I went to the snack table and chugged some water.

“Thank you for coming on, that was really fun,” I say, casually.

“Yeah, of course definitely. My mind is still absolutely blown,” she laughs.

One of the producers called me over and I nodded in his direction.

“I tend to have that effect on people. That was just one of the ways I can be mind blowing,” I say with a wink as I head to the producers' cameras. 

I don’t look back, but I know she’s still standing there frozen and I chuckle to myself.

I’m looking over a couple of the shots, giving my okay to some pieces. I notice out of the corner of my eye that Billie keeps looking in my direction. I lock eyes with her and raise my brow and smirk, she instantly turns red.

I give my last couple thoughts to my producer and as I start walking to chat with everyone in the production area, Billie high tails it out of the area. 

I’m not done, I think to myself.

I ask one of the members of her team where she went. He just shrugged and said she looked like she needed a breather in her room. 

“Mind if I go check on her?” I ask.

“Of course, sometimes she needs someone to help bring her back to earth.”

I go into her room and as soon as I close the door, the chaos and noise of the studio goes mute.

Billie’s standing in front of the vanity and when she sees me in the reflection of the mirror, she freezes.

I lean against the door, casually, like this situation was completely normal.

“Hi,” I say, a little too pleased with myself.

Billie blinked once, “you can’t just sneak into people’s rooms.”

“Someone on your team let me in. Zach, I think his name was?”

“That…feels fake,” she says.

“He said, and I quote, ‘sometimes she needs someone to help bring her back to earth.’ “

Her expression flattened instantly, “I’m so firing him.”

I laugh, “you looked a little overwhelmed out there.”

“I was not overwhelmed,” she says in the most confident voice.

I just stared at her and she uncapped her makeup remover with unnecessary aggression. “You were being weird.”

I cock my head, “weird?”

“You kept flirting with me on camera.”

“I asked if I was distracting,” I grin.

“Yeah, that’s not a normal interview question,” she says, looking like she’s trying to keep her composure.

“I was asking professionally,” I state.

“You literally bit your lip after!” 

“Professional curiosity,” I shrug.

She stares at me for a long second before muttering, “you’re evil.”

I grin, “and yet you invited me into your room.”

“I absolutely did not.”

“You didn’t tell me to leave,” I quip back.

She doesn’t say anything, and instead she rearranges her things on the vanity, trying to find something to do with her hands.

I walk closer to her, “my favorite part was the bra strap thing.”

She stopped mid organization.

“...I don’t know what you mean.”

“Really?” I lean against the counter beside her, “because your reaction suggested otherwise.”

“That was…that wasn’t a reaction.”

I giggle, “You literally said ‘oh’ and lost your train of thought.”

She exhales, “okay, wow. That’s humiliating.”

“It was cute.”

“It was not cute. It was a normal human response.”

At this point I can’t tell if she’s trying to convince me, or herself.

“To me fixing my bra strap?” I ask with a raised brow.

“You adjusted it weirdly!”

“I literally pulled it back onto my shoulder.”

“Yeah, on camera.”

She’s still looking down at her toiletries and I can tell her response didn’t even make sense to her.

“And you looked at me like I’d just kissed you.”

Her eyes finally meet mine, in utter horror. I noticed it immediately and I visibly had to fight another smile.

“Oh my god,” she mutters, dragging both hands down her face. “You cannot say things like that and then look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you know what you’re doing.”

“I do know what I’m doing,” I say innocently.

“That’s kind of a problem,” she says, shaking her head.

I move closer again, slow enough to give her every opportunity to back away.

She didn’t. 

“You got so shy after that,” I say softly. “It was kind of fascinating.”

“I was not shy.”

“You couldn’t even make eye contact with me!” I don’t hold back my laugh this time.

“I was collecting myself.”

“You were giggling.”

She points at me accusingly, “you kept smirking at me.”

“Because you’re really pretty when you blush.”

She looks down again, hiding her face. But I know she’s blushing again.

“You know,” I say thoughtfully, taking another step closer. “You portray yourself as much bolder than you actually are.”

She’s looking back in the mirror now and blinks, “what?”

“The interviews, onstage, red carpets…” I gesture. “You’ve got this whole untouchable thing going on. Very confident, very dangerous.”

“I am confident,” she grumbles.

“I’m sure you are.”

She crosses her arms, “okay, now you’re mocking me.”

“A little,” I feel my mouth twitch. “Because the second someone flirted first, you completely fell apart.”

Her eyes are back on me now, “I do not fall apart.”

“You’re doing it right now.”

“I’m literally standing here.”

I look down at her lips and back up to her eyes, “barely.”

“You’re standing too close,” she states, like that clearly is the issue. Like the tension that’s getting thicker by the second isn’t the issue.

I flick to her lips again and I swear I can see her brain short circuit. 

“Dude, this is evil behavior.”

I hum, “you think so?”

Her mouth twitches, “yes.”

“I think you like it,” I whisper in a seductive voice.

She opened her mouth. 

Nothing came out.

The tension had gone from playful to unbearable, filling the room with this charged silence. 

I watch her carefully, my eyes keep flicking from her lips to her eyes, debating. 

Meanwhile Billie was trying-and failing-not to visibly react to how close I am.

“You’re nervous again,” I murmur.

“No, I’m not.”

“Your breathing changed.”

“You’re insane,” this time her eyes met my lips.

“And you’re flustered,” I point out.

“I hate that you can tell,” she mutters.

“I can tell everything right now,” 

“You’re making it impossible for me to think straight.”

I smile wider, a little surprised at her confession.

I step even closer.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask softly.

She blinks like she hadn’t expected the question at all after all the teasing.

“...please,” she whispers.

I grab her chin, pulling it up, and capture her lips. She lets out the faintest startled sound against my mouth, before immediately melting into it. Her hand instinctively grabs lightly at my sleeve, like she needed something steady.

Her lips are soft and full, a hint of mint on them. 

I move slowly, giving her the chance to back away if she wants. 

She doesn’t.

I kiss her harder, more full of meaning. She kisses me back the same, her hand gripping me tighter. My hands find her waist and push her back until she’s against the vanity.

I don’t ask permission when I slide my tongue into her mouth. She whines the second our tongues meet.

I smirk against her mouth. 

The kiss gets sloppy, growing with need.

My hands tangle in the back of her hair, and I pull her head back by her hair. She gasps.

My lips find her neck, placing sloppy wet kisses along the length of it. 

I slot my leg in between hers,pushing into her core.

 “Fuck,” she gasps.

I lick up the entirety of her neck, to her jaw, and capture her back into a kiss.

Her hips are squirming against my leg and I have to bite back my giggle.

I pull back to look at her, “do you have a problem?”

She looks at me like I just asked her the world's hardest math question.

“I-uh. Yeah?”

I don’t hide my giggle this time. Instead I grab her hips, guiding us both backwards to the couch. 

I sit down and she stares at me dumbfounded.

I pat my lap, “sit.”

She looks surprised at my order, but obeys.

She straddles my lap, waiting for me to make a move.

I pull her face to meet mine, and the desperate make out continues.

Her hands grip my shoulders and mine find her ass. I grab it hard and it makes her sigh into me. 

She starts rocking her hips against me, grinding.

My grip on her ass becomes harder, helping her roll against me. I can feel the heat radiating off her pussy over my clothes.

I move my hands and slip them under her shorts, rubbing the tops of her thighs. Goosebumps quickly follow in their wake. Even her kisses stutter. 

“God,” she sighs into my mouth.

I pull back, and she looks an absolute mess. Lips swollen and red, pupils blown so wide the blue in her eyes barely noticeable, her cheeks a way darker shade of pink than they’d been all day.

I hum and she squirms on my lap.

“Take your clothes off,” I tell her.

She wastes no time in peeling herself from my lap and fumbling out of her clothes.

She sits back on my lap and kisses me like her life depends on it, instantly returning to her grinding. 

I run my hands up and down her back and I feel her jerk with chills. 

Her hands touch the buttons of my shirt, “can I?”

I nod.

While my tongue attacks hers, she unbuttons my shirt and pulls it as far down my shoulders as she can.

My hands weave from her back to her boobs, gently kneading them, making her breath stutter.

I pinch her nipple and the softest moan escapes her lips. 

I push her up right and just stare at her.

Her blush deepens, “what?”

“You’re so fucking pretty,” I say.

I lean into her boob, lightly licking the top of it until I meet her nipple. I give it a flick with the tip of my tongue and her fingernails dig into my shoulder. I wrap my lips fully around the erect pink nub and she gasps as she throws her head back.

While I suck her, my other hand toys with her other nipple. I can feel her wetness soaking through my pants while she grinds against my lap. 

I give the same attention to her other boob, while my free hand roams her thighs and her hips, purposely avoiding where she needs me.

She grumbles frustrated, needy.

I look up at her from in between her breasts, “yes?”

“You’re driving me crazy,” she says.

“Mm I can tell.” I tap her thigh, “let me take these off.”

She sits on the couch beside me while I undress and I look down at the huge wet spot on my pants. I raise my eyebrow at her and she manages to turn an even brighter shade of red, but she doesn’t say anything.

I swear her eyes about pop out of her head once I’m naked.

“I-uh. Wow” she says in the same flustered voice from earlier. 

It’s adorable, really. The way she can’t even hold eye contact, the way she stutters.

I sit next to her and gesture for her to come back onto my lap.

When she sits she gasps at the feeling of her cunt directly on my skin and she immediately soaks the lower part of my stomach.

“You’re dripping,” I purr.

She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth and just nods, looking at me absolutely doe eyed.

My hands rub all over her thighs and hips, she twitches every so often like she’s already overstimulated.

I rub the inside of her thigh and I can feel her trembling.

“Damn, legs shaking already? I haven’t even touched you yet,” I murmur.

“Y/n…please,” she whines.

“Please what?” 

“J-just. Please.”

“Use your words, Billie.”

She literally gulps, “t-touch. Jesus. Touch me, please. I need you to touch me.”

I grin, and run my fingers through her folds. They are immediately drenched, my stomach hadn’t even felt the half of it.

She clamps her eyes shut and moans.

“Nuh uh,” I say, “look at me.”

She slowly opens her eyes; they’re a mixture of desperation, fear, and need.

“Good girl,” I say as I plunge two fingers all the way into her.

“FUCK,” she moans out.

I laugh a little while I slide my fingers in and out of her, her pussy squelching every time I re-enter. I hook my fingers into a ‘come here’ motion and instantly find that warm spongey spot that makes her dig her fingers so hard into the leather couch it makes a noise. 

She’s a moaning disaster, my name flying out in between every other curse word.

I stop my fingers and she looks at me confused.

“Ride my fingers,” I say casually.

“I-what?” 

“You wanted it so bad. Show me.”

She takes a big deep breath, like she’s trying to hype herself up.

She slowly raises her hips and pushes back down onto my fingers.

“Shittt,” she hisses out.

My other hand holds her hip, guiding her. She picks up her pace, completely bouncing on my fingers now. 

“There you go, baby,” I coax her on.

“Ugnh, ungh,” she moans, too incoherent to make any other noises.

I press my thumb onto her clit and she looks at me wide eyed, “I’m gonna cum if you do that.”

“No, you’re not.”

I circle her clit slowly with very light pressure. Her expression unraveling in front of me.

“Y/n, I’m. Fuck. Gonna cum,” she whines.

“Hold it,” I say sternly.

She bites her lip so hard it turns white, like it’s taking every fiber of her being to hold it in.

Her thighs are shaking around me, and her walls around my fingers are getting tighter, she’s right on the brink.

She shakes her head, unable to form words.

I nod, “be good for me, Billie.”

She shuts her eyes and I visibly see her swallow, her hips trying to decide if they want to go faster or slower.

She sets a middle ground pace of her bouncing, not too fast, but not too slow. Sweat beads on her forehead, her breathing coming in heavy and short breaths.

When she raises her hips, I stick a third finger up, and when she comes down, she practically screams. 

My thumb works faster on her, and tears are pricking her eyes. 

“Cum for me, Billie,” I say.

She quickens her pace and on the third bounce down, she cums, screaming my name. Her whole body convulses, every inch of her shaking. Her cum flows down my forearm and it makes me moan. She stopped bouncing, but I keep my attack on her clit, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm. 

I don’t stop until she collapses against me, burying her face in my neck.

She’s still gasping for air when I pull my fingers out of her, but she still lets out a whine.

“Holy fucking shit,” she says into my neck, her breath hot against me.

I laugh, “I wasn’t flirting for no reason.”

“You…are unreal,” she pants.

“Take another one for me,” I say.

She lifts herself back with the same awestruck look, “another one?”

I nod.

“I don’t-you literally just took the life out of me. I-I don’t even think I’m in my body right now.”

I smirk, “you haven’t seen anything yet.”

She looks at me in horror again, her brain going dumb again.

“On your knees. Lean over the back of the couch,” I order.

She looks at me nervous, but does it anyway.

As she’s positioning herself, I go behind her.

I see her taking deep breaths, trying to brace herself for what’s coming.

I drop down to my knees, and push her legs further apart, spreading her open. Her cunt glistens in the lighting from the vanity, her clit puffy and swollen.

“That pretty pussy is still soaking for me,” I coo.

She moans.

I grab her ass harshly, eliciting another needy moan.

“I thought you couldn’t take another one.”

I see her grip the couch tighter.

Her breathing has turned into pants.

I inch myself closer to her pussy and my breath makes her break out in goosebumps.

I lick a bold strip from her sopping hole to her clit, making her whimper.

I swirl my tongue around her whole pussy, collecting every bit of her mess.

“Didn’t think you’d taste this good,” I huff into her.

She answers by pushing herself further into me. 

I don’t go slow. I suck on her clit harshly, and it makes her cry out. Once I release it, I start swiping her clit side to side quickly, 

“Fuck, y/n. Do-don’t stop,” she pants out.

I do. But when I lick back up to her hole, I push my tongue in.

“Oh my godddd,” she buries her face into the back of the couch.

Feeling the way her walls encase my tongue, mixed with her taste, is intoxicating. I flick my tongue inside of her and feel her walls start to flutter, signaling she’s close.

As soon as I feel it, I pull my tongue back and she whines, beyond frustrated.

I trail my tongue up and down from each hole, and her moans are pornographic.

I direct my attention back to her clit, making figure eights with my tongue.

I feel her begin to shake under my grip on her thighs.

“You gonna cum?” I ask, my voice muffled by her pussy.

“Y-yes,” she barely gets out.

I flick her clit faster and right as her body tenses, I stop, and sit back on my heels.

Her upper body falls against the back of the couch, half sobs coming out of her.

I hum while I watch every inch of frustration pour out of her.

“Please. Fuck. Please make me cum,” she cries.

“Mmm. Maybe,” I say with the filthiest smirk on my face.

I walk to the other side of the couch and tap on her shoulder.

She looks at me, her face wet with tears and sweat.

“So desperate,” I coo.

“Please,” she whines.

“But watching you squirm is so fun.” 

I have never seen anyone look so wrecked before. And the fact that it’s her who’s wrecked right now is the most gratifying thing I’ve ever done.

“Fucking hell. Y/n, please. I’ll do anything,” she begs.

I chuckle, “okay, your words, not mine.”

I walk to the closet in the room, her eyes following me with curiosity and slight terror. I fish out a bag and grab what I need out of it.

I turn around to meet her eyes while I step into the harness. Her mouth falls open.

I attach the strap to it and look at her like I’m hunting prey.

I walk behind her again, her juices dripping down her thighs. The sight alone makes me moan.

I lean my body over hers and kiss up her back, to her neck. The strap brushes her clit and she jolts. My hand wraps around her throat, pulling her face flush with mine. Her expression is absolutely bewildered.

“You gonna be my good girl?” I ask.

She arches her ass into me and I smirk. She nods.

I send a harsh smack to her ass, making her cry out, “ah!”

“Use your words.”

“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll be good.”

I release her throat and lean back enough to whisper in her ear, “I’m gonna demolish you.”

I lean all the way back and run the strap through her folds, collecting all of her sweetness.

“So fucking wet f’me,” I murmur, mostly to myself, but she heard it and moaned again.

I line up the head with her hole and I can feel her whole body bracing itself. 

I push in about halfway, and she hisses, her whole body tensing.

“Relax for me, mama.”

I rub the top of her thighs, trying to ground her.

Once her breathing becomes less shaky, I push in inch by inch slowly.

She whines with every inch.

I bottom out and she cries out, “fuck!”

I can’t help the shit eating grin on my face.

I start thrusting slow, letting her adjust. Once her cunt starts enveloping me, I speed up some.

“Oh my godddd,” she moans, barely able to keep herself up.

I pulled almost all the way out, before ramming back into her, the sound of her wetness echoes in the room. 

She grips the couch so hard her knuckles lose all their color.

I repeat my motion, over and over again, her body jerking forward every time I plunge back in. 

When I dive back into her, I strike her ass again, making her scream.

I growl, the sight of this unreal. Her back tattoo glistening from sweat, watching her pussy swallow me, seeing how shiny the strap is when I pull out, I pick up my pace, the room fills with the sound of skin slapping, her cries, and my groans. The sounds make my own wetness drip down my thighs.

I speed up my pace, fucking her sharp and quick, her moans turn into babbles at this point.

It gets harder to push in and out, her walls getting tight around me.

“Don’t cum,” I growl.

She cries out even louder, “I need to.”

“No,” I say blatantly.

Her head falls into the back cushion, I can feel how tense she is from holding it in. I slow down, fucking her agonizingly slow in comparison to 15 seconds ago.

She moans an endless stream of pleas.

I laugh wickedly, amused with how much I’ve broken her down.

I pick up my pace, but this time, it was brutal. Her gasps are broken.

Her pussy is impossibly tight around me, begging to release.

“Cum,” I order with one word.

Her orgasm tears through with no hesitation. She jerks back onto me, shaking even more violently than before. Her back arches, pushing her ass higher up.  Her cries are scratchy, her throat raw from moaning. I can barely fuck her through it, her grip so tight. The base of the strap drips with her cum, and she’s turned inaudible. 

I still myself, she’s still jerking under me, pushing back onto the strip, whining every time she does. 

I pull out and see her cunt twitch around nothing. Her arm is resting on the back of the couch, holding her forehead. Her shoulders are still shaking from her breathing when I sit beside her. I wait for her to collect herself, just admiring the masterpiece.

She finally musters enough energy to look at me. Her eyes are glazed over, lip trembling, looking absolutely blissed out.

I smile. She groans, “what the fuck.”

“ ‘thank you’ is actually the phrase I think you’re looking for.”

She looks at me in awe, once again, unable to form words.

“Catch your breath, we’re not done.”

She looks like a deer in headlights, “what??”

“You can take it,” I smirk.

She visibly gulps. 

She lays back with her head on the arm of the couch, still trying to collect herself. I run lazy shapes over her legs.

Her breathing goes back to normal, but she’s still too flustered and shy to speak.

My eyes gaze over every inch of her body.

“Go stand at the vanity,” I murmur, like it’s the most casual request in the world.

“I really don’t…I don’t know if I can do that again,” she says, nervously.

“You will.”

“I can’t.”

“I won’t make you hold it,” I say sweetly. “Come on. Be good for me.”

That makes her pupils dilate again and her face flush. She gets off of the couch and stands at the vanity. I follow her and tell her to turn around.

She does, eyeing me nervously in the mirror, her makeup smudged.

“I just want you to see how pretty you look when I wreck you,” I purr.

She closes her eyes, like she’s still trying to figure out if this is really happening.

Once she opens them again, I tap the inside of her legs for her to open them further.

I push her forward a bit to draw her ass out further and line up the strap, still wet from the dam that opened from her.

Her arms tense while I poke her entrance. I slide in slowly, her mouth falling open at the stretch. 

Her eyes are locked on mine and I tell her, “eyes on yourself, pretty.”

She hesitates, but looks at herself. 

I thrust slowly, the softest moans escaping her lips.

“See how good you look?” I ask her reflection.

“Y-yes,” her voice wavers. 

I reach my hand forward and knead her boob, pinching and twisting her nipple, making her head fall back.

My thrusts are slow, but deep, hitting her spot. 

“Y/n,” she moans.

“See how good you take my dick, baby?”

Those gorgeous eyes roll back, and all she can do is nod. 

She catches me by surprise, meeting my thrusts.

“Yeah that’s right, fuck yourself onto me,” I purr and the neediest moans pour out of her. 

I speed up just a touch, and her pace meets mine, the sound of skin slapping grows louder. Her boobs bounce with every thrust and I can’t figure out where I want to look.

My hand snakes around her waist and finds her clit. I rub slow, my hands sticky with her wetness.

“Faster,” she pants out.

I have the most devilish smirk on my face and say, “such a good girl.”

The praise makes her eyes roll back again, and I speed up both my thrusts, and my fingers on her clit.

She quickly spits out, “I’m gonna c-cum,”

I pound into her faster, and her eyes go wide, “wait I’m gonna-”

 “Let go for me, Billie.”

My fingers are working so fast my hand is burning, but I don’t stop.

Her entire body locks and she screams my name as she comes undone. I keep my tantalizing pace, and she squirts, coating my entire hand, the harness, and all the way down her thighs. Her moans come out soundless, too fucked out to make a noise other than the faintest whines. I don’t stop until I draw out every last bit of her. 

She collapses forward onto the vanity, her whole upper half melting into it. I pull out slowly, trying to catch my own breath. 

Her eyes stay closed, still riding the aftershocks. I rub her ass, soothing her.

She finally lifts my head and meets my eyes in the reflection, looking like she’s trying to process what happened.

"That...was not a part of the interview," she said, dazed.

I giggle, “I didn’t know ‘good girl’ really got you like that.”

[thememedaddy]

[triseilish]

ban topillie fics and start making subillie fics only

[daysnlimbo]

we have to see a sub billie smut with the whole interviewer thing i need this we ALL need this 💔💔💔

I've been thinking this since I first watched the interview!

it's not a want, it's a need!

[saintofdecayyy]

ೀ fuck me like you mean it {B.E} ೀ

summary: your best friend billie finally got her nipples pierced and can’t wait for you to see them! she surprises you by flashing you and demands that you feel them, fondling her breast quickly turns into a teaching lesson where she tells you just how to fuck her

word count: 2.4k

cw: inexperienced!reader,needy!billie, subtop!billie, dom!reader, smut, EXPLICIT CONTENT, 16+,strap sucking

ೀ angel’s note!🗒️~ after that photo dump, i realized i had to write something for my baby, hope u all like it!!!)

the silence in billie’s room was heavy, thick with unspoken things and the low hum of her computer. you were sprawled on her bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, while she was in her closet, changing after a shower. the air smelled like her vanilla body wash and something else, something warmer and muskier that was just Billie.

"okay, close your eyes," she called out, her voice a playful sing-song.

"why? what are you doing?" you laughed, but dutifully squeezed your eyes shut.

"just do it. don’t peek."

you heard the soft rustle of fabric, then the pad of her bare feet on the rug. The bed dipped beside you. "okay," she breathed, right next to your ear. "open."

your eyes fluttered open. and your breath hitched.

she was shirtless. of course, you'd seen Billie without a shirt before, countless times. but this was different. through the thin fabric of her grey sweatpants, you could see the curve of her hips, the soft plane of her stomach. but your gaze was locked on her chest. on the two small, silver barbells gleaming against her dusty pink nipples.

"oh my god," you whispered, your phone forgotten in your lap. "you actually did it."

"told you i would," she smirked, a smug little tilt to her lips. her eyes, dark and feline, watched your every reaction. "you like?"

"theyre... wow, billie." you couldn't look away. the metal looked so sharp, so cool against her warm skin. you wanted to touch. a deep, visceral want pooled low in your belly, hot and sudden. "do they... hurt?"

"nah. not anymore." she leaned in closer, her hair, still damp, brushing your shoulder. her scent enveloped you. "they feel good now." she let that hang in the air for a beat, charged and heavy. then, she reached out, her fingers wrapping gently around your wrist. your pulse jumped under her touch.

"here," she murmured, her voice dropping to a lower register, a soft, firm command that you felt all the way down to your toes. she didn't wait for an answer, just guided your hand, pulling it from your lap and placing it directly over her left breast.

your fingers splayed instinctively against her skin. she was so soft. so warm. and you could feel the hard, cool line of the barbell pressing into your palm.a jolt went through you, electric and sharp. you snatched your hand back as if you'd been burned.

"billie! what are you—"

"shhh," she hushed, cutting you off. her expression was unreadable, but her eyes were intense, fixed on yours. she took your hand again, her grip this time more insistent. "it’s okay. friends do this all the time," she said, the lie smooth as silk. she placed your hand back on her, this time pressing it down firmly. "see? just... feel."

your breath was coming in shallow little pants. Your heart was hammering against your ribs. this was wrong. wasn’t it? friends didn't do this. but the words were out there, a permission slip in the charged air, and your body was betraying you. your thumb, of its own accord, brushed experimentally over the peak of her nipple. you felt the tiny metal ball catch on your fingerprint. billie let out a soft sigh, a sound of pure satisfaction, and arched her back just slightly, pushing her breast more firmly into your palm.

"that’s it," she encouraged, her voice a low rumble. "don’t be nervous. just... massage them. like this."

she took your other hand and brought it to her other breast, placing it there. now both of your hands were on her, cupping her, feeling the weight of her in your palms. you felt dizzy, intoxicated by the sheer audacity of it, by the warmth of her skin, the look in her eyes. she was teaching you. showing you. and you were a willing, if terrified, student.

you started to move your hands, mimicking a gentle, squeezing motion. your thumbs circled her nipples, tracing the metal. each pass made her breath catch. her skin was pebbling into goosebumps. this was power. this was intoxicating.

"good girl," she breathed, and the praise sent a fresh wave of heat through you. "you’re a natural."

her hands came up to cover yours, pressing them harder against her. "you can be a little rougher," she instructed. "pinch them. gently."

you hesitated, your own insecurity flaring up. "i-i don't want to hurt you."

"you won't," she promised, her voice firm but not unkind. "i’ll tell you if you do. gon on. for me."

swallowing hard, you obeyed. you took her nipples between your thumbs and forefingers, the metal bars cool and solid. you rolled them, then gave a soft pinch.

billie’s head fell back, a low moan escaping her lips. "fuck. yes. just like that."

something inside you snapped. the nervousness was still there, a thrumming undercurrent of anxiety, but it was being drowned out by a roaring wave of desire. this was billie, your best friend, spread out on her bed, moaning because of you. you leaned in, captivated by the sight of her, the silver against her skin. you wanted to see more. you wanted to see all of her.

your hands slid down from her chest, tracing the soft curve of her stomach, dipping into her navel. Her muscles fluttered under your touch. you hooked your fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants.

her eyes opened, dark and hazy with lust. she watched you, a knowing, almost predatory smirk playing on her lips. "yeah," she said, answering your unasked question. "take them off."

your fingers trembled as you tugged the fabric down over her hips. she lifted her ass to help you, and you peeled the sweatpants, and her panties along with them, down her legs and tossed them onto the floor. And there she was. completely bare. the patch of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs was neatly trimmed, and you could see the glistening wetness on her folds.

"fuck," you breathed, the word a prayer and a curse.

her legs fell open, an unspoken invitation. "touch me," she commanded, her voice barely a whisper now, thick with need. "please."

you crawled between her legs, your body moving on instinct. you reached out with a trembling hand, your fingers sliding through her slickness. she was so wet, so hot. yoy found her clit, swollen and begging for attention, and circled it with your thumb.

"ah!" she cried out, her hips bucking off the bed. "yes. right there. don’t stop."

you obeyed, your movements growing more confident as you watched her fall apart under your touch. her hands fisted in the sheets, her back arched, a string of curses and your name falling from her lips. you slid a finger inside her, then another, curling them just like you'd read about in books, like you'd seen in videos you were too ashamed to admit you'd watched. her walls clenched around you, pulling you deeper.

"more," she panted, her eyes screwed shut. "god, i need more. i need you to fuck me."

your brain short-circuited. "billie, i..."

"please," she begged, her eyes flying open, locking onto yours. They were wild, desperate. "there’s a strap-on in the nightstand. the big one. please, i need it. i need you to fuck me with it."

your eyes darted to the bedside table. your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest. you wanted to. god, you wanted to. but the insecurity, the fear of the unknown, was a cold knot in your stomach.

"i... i’ve never..." you stammered.

"i know," she said, her voice softening for a second. "I'll tell you what to do. i promise. but right now, i need you to get it."

taking a shaky breath, you withdrew your fingers from her, ignoring her whimper of protest. you leaned over and yanked open the drawer. nestled inside, amidst charging cables and half-empty water bottles, was a sleek black harness and a truly intimidatingly large, purple silicone dildo. your hands shook as you picked it up.

you turned back to her, holding the harness and dildo like a foreign object you had no idea how to use. "billie, i don't know..."

"first," she said, her voice firm again, taking control. "yo have to put it on. the straps go around your thighs and your waist. tighten them."

you fumbled with the buckles, your fingers clumsy and uncooperative. finally, you managed to secure the harness around your hips, the purple dildo jutting out from your own body. It looked ridiculous. It felt absurd. but when you looked at billie, her eyes were wide with a raw, primal hunger.

"come here," she ordered.

you shuffled forward on your knees until you were kneeling in front of her. she propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes fixed on the silicone cock bobbing between your legs.

"before you can fuck me," she said, her tone dropping into something dark and demanding, "you have to get it wet."

"what?" you frowned, confused.

"put it in my mouth," she clarified, her gaze unwavering. "i’m going to suck it. and you're going to watch."

your pussy clenched at her words, a fresh gush of wetness soaking your own underwear. this was a line. a big one. but the look on her face left no room for argument. this was what she wanted. what she needed.

"okay," you breathed, the word barely audible.

you shifted closer, guiding the tip of the dildo to her lips. Her tongue darted out, flicking against the silicone head before she parted her lips and took it inside. your breath hitched. you watched, mesmerized, as she began to suck, her hollowed cheeks, the way her lips stretched around the girth. her eyes never left yours. she was putting on a show. for you. it was the dirtiest, most intoxicating thing you had ever seen. she took it deep, her gag reflex kicking in, and a tear slid from the corner of her eye. she pulled back, a string of spit connecting her lips to the tip.

"good girl," she panted, her own term for you now feeling like a twisted, delicious reversal. "now you're ready."

she fell back against the pillows, spreading her legs wide, an open, offering gesture. "come on. fuck me. hard."

the nervousness was gone, replaced by a surge of pure, undiluted power. you positioned yourself between her thighs, the slick, wet tip of the dildo nudging against her entrance. you looked down at her, at her flushed face, her heaving chest, the silver barbells glinting.

"please," she whimpered, her hips rolling up, trying to take you in. "don’t tease."

you didn't. with one sharp, decisive thrust of your hips, you buried the strap-on inside her to the hilt.

"fuck!" she screamed, her back arching clean off the bed. Her hands flew to your hips, her nails digging into your skin. "yes! god, yes!"

you started to move, your hips finding a rhythm. At first, your movements were tentative, unsure. But her cries of encouragement spurred you on.

"harder! don’t be a pussy! fuck me like you mean it!"

you gave her what she asked for. You slammed into her, the sound of skin on skin, of the harness slapping against her thighs, filling the room. You were rough, brutal, channeling all your pent-up frustration and insecurity into each powerful thrust. You were fucking her. You, the inexperienced, nervous girl, were fucking Billie, and you were wrecking her.

her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper, her cries growing louder, more desperate. you could feel her body tensing, her walls clamping down on the silicone cock.

"right there! don’t stop! i’m gonna—!" her words dissolved into a high-pitched keen as she shattered. her whole body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her with violent force. you didn't stop, fucking her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she was a writhing, sobbing mess beneath you.

finally, you slowed, coming to a stop and collapsing on top of her, your body slick with sweat. the room was silent except for your ragged breaths.

after a long moment, she stirred. "holy shit," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "where the fuck did you learn to do that?"

a slow, triumphant smile spread across your face. "i had a good teacher."

a breathy, disbelieving laugh escaped you, muffled against the sweat-damp skin of her neck. you felt more than heard her chuckle, a low, rumbling vibration in her chest that you could feel right through your own. the scent of her,sex, sweat, and that underlying vanilla, was overwhelming, a perfume that was now permanently imprinted on your senses.

"teacher, huh?" she murmured, her voice a raspy, satisfied wreck. she turned her head, her nose brushing against your temple. “i think the student just surpassed the master."

your smile widened. a slow-burning pride, fierce and unfamiliar, bloomed in your chest. you pushed yourself up on your elbows, looking down at her. her face was flushed, her lips swollen and red, her dark eyelashes clumped together with tears of pleasure. she looked utterly, beautifully ruined.

you started to pull out, to disentangle yourselves, but her legs tightened around your waist, holding you in place. her hands, which had been slack on your back, came up to cup your face. her thumbs stroked your cheekbones, a gesture so tender it made your breath catch.

"stay," she whispered. "just for a second."

you froze, the dildo still nestled inside her. the intimacy of the moment was suddenly more terrifying than the raw act of fucking had been. this was the after. this was where things got complicated. Your nervousness returned, a cold snake coiling in your gut.

"billie..."

"shh," she hushed, her eyes soft, searching yours. they weren't dark and demanding anymore. They were just... billie. your best friend. the girl who knew your favorite ice cream flavor and the name of your childhood dog. "just stay."

you stayed. you looked at her, really looked at her. you let your gaze drift down, from her dark, knowing eyes to her lips, to the line of her throat, to her chest. the silver barbells caught the dim light of her room, and a new wave of desire, sharp and possessive, shot through you. you still wanted her. the hunger wasn't gone.

experimentally, you rolled your hips, a slow, shallow thrust. billie’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening on your face.

"you’re insatiable," she breathed, a slow, lazy smile spreading across her lips. "what are you doing?"

"learning," you said, the word coming out with more confidence than you felt. you lowered your head, your lips hovering just above one of the piercings.

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[daysnlimbo]

this was the gayest interview I've ever seen-

she was so geeked to be there too lmfao!

[byeilish]

guys… somebody looks way more submissive than we thought after this interview…

[47lake]

i’ve BEEEENNNN on the subillie train idk she was always real to me

[daysnlimbo]

I'm a subillie enthusiast for a reason!

[daysnlimbo]

this was the gayest interview I've ever seen-

she was so geeked to be there too lmfao!