Chloe 🧛🏻

| She/her | Billie enthusiast |

[softsapphiclove]

Thigh riding is so fucking sexy. Yes, let me watch the desperate little grind of your hips, let me hear the pathetic little whines when it’s not enough, let me see the mess you’re making all over me.

“Just like that, baby. Show mommy how messy and desperate you are.”

[allyeilishh]

BEHIND THE CURTAIN

PAIRING: MOMS!BSF!BILLIE X YOUNGER!READER

GENRE: SMUT—FINGERING, SEMI-PUBLIC, USE OF “SWEETHEART, BABY, BABY GIRL”

SYNOPSIS: During a shopping trip, Billie decided she wants to “help you try on some clothes” in the dressing room.

W/C: 1.2K

It was summer—you were home to be with your mom while your classes were off. You attended a college a few states over, so you always tried to spend as much time with your mom as you could.

And with Billie.

Your mom was clueless. She just thought you had a good relationship with her best friend—nothing more. But what happened when she was gone, or when the doors were closed, wasn’t something that your mom needed to know.

You didn’t exactly have clothes to wear. It had been a while since you were home, so you only had old clothes from three years ago, when you were eighteen, and you were now twenty-one. It wasn’t your style, and they didn’t fit as well anymore. So your mom decided to bring you out on a shopping trip.

And Billie came as well.

Her excuse was that she had a similar style—and she was an ‘expert’ at styling people. She wasn’t, but your mom was just grateful to have her friend with her.

Your mom was two aisles down. You were looking through a variety of shirts, none of which you really liked. But that was when you felt hands on your hips—squeezing gently.

“That green would not look good on you, little bug.” Billie said, her mouth near your ear. She pressed a soft kiss right on your earlobe—making you shudder.

“Thank you, Billie. I figured.” You said, pushing the shirt down the rack. You picked up a different shirt—one of which you liked, and checked the size. It was your size. You smiled to yourself, before you turned in her arms, holding it up to your chest.

Billie scanned you up and down, her bottom lip going between her teeth. “You look beautiful in anything, sweetheart.” She said, gripping onto your hips tightly. She leaned down, whispering. “But I’d prefer you in nothing.”

You shuddered. “We’re in public, Billie. My mom is right there.”

Your eyes flickered to the next two aisles, where your mom was looking at a tunic—which was kind of ugly, but you would never say that to her face.

“And? Don’t tell me you’re scared, baby girl.”

You scoffed at her words, rolling your eyes. Of course, you were scared. But you’d never say that to her face. “No, of course not. But we’re in public.”

Billie smirked down at you, before her lips brushed against yours, making you gasp. Before you could get a word in, her lips were on yours, kissing you slowly and methodically. You kissed her back, eyes fluttering shut.

You melted into her touch for a moment, taking in the small moment with her. Your hands reached up to her chest, gently looping your fingers through the neckline of her shirt—only to quickly push her away when you heard your mom’s voice.

You cleared your throat, quickly wiping the smudged lip gloss off of Billie’s lips, and walking over to your mom. “Yeah, I’m coming!” You said, not noticing the small smirk on Billie’s face.

Eventually, after an hour or so of walking around and picking out clothing, you went to go try them on. You were standing in the mirror, looking at yourself in a dress. It wasn’t your favorite, but it looked cute.

While you were slipping the dress off and putting it into the ‘keep’ pile, the curtain flew open—revealing Billie, who quickly stepped in, and closed the curtain behind her.

You looked at her with wide, shocked eyes, arms covering over your chest. “What the hell, Billie?! You can’t be in here—“

“Who says?” Billie retorted, her hands instantly finding your hips. The only thing covering you were your panties, which were beginning to soak at Billie’s hungry look. “I’m just helping. Your mom’s looking for more clothes, probably for herself.”

Billie leaned down, before her lips attached to your neck, making your entire body relax against hers. You wrapped your arms around her neck, tilting your head to the side.

“We… we shouldn’t, Billie… not here…” You whispered when you felt her fingers dipping into the small string of your panties. But you didn’t stop her.

“And why not?” She hummed against your neck, her free hand groping your breast while your panties fell to the floor. She kicked your legs apart, making you squeal. She pressed you against the wall, humming softly as her lips dropped down to your nipple.

“W-we’re in public… anyone could… hear…” your voice was breathless, hands going to her hair as her tongue circled your peaked nipple, head falling back against the wall.

“Fuck, Billie…” you hummed, hips twitching, needy for her fingers.

“Good girl. Be quiet for me, yeah? Don’t want your mom to wonder what’s going on.” She hummed, pulling away from your breast. Her hands skimmed over your waist, before one hand dipped between your legs—not even bothering to tease. She needed this. And she needed it now.

You let out a small squeak when her fingers brushed against your clit, making you shudder. Your hands went to her shoulders, gripping onto them tightly, fingernails dipping into her skin.

“Oh, fuck, Billie—“ You started, a moan leaving your lips, before her other hand clamped over your mouth.

“You gotta be quiet, baby girl. Anyone could hear, remember?” Billie said with a smirk on her lips, before her fingers dipped inside of your aching cunt. Her fingers curled at just the mushy spot inside of you, making you gasp against her hand.

“Yeah? Right there, baby? That’s good?” She whispered, her voice barely audible. She pressed a soft kiss to your neck, before she thrusted her fingers while simultaneously curling them.

Your head fell back against the wall, whimpering and moaning against Billie’s hand, which muffled your noises. You lifted one of your legs onto the stool to give Billie more room, and it immediately made Billie move her fingers faster.

Your hands moved down to her wrist, your breathing heaving as you felt your climax quickly approaching. You gently slapped her wrist, louder whines leaving your throat that were staunched by her hand.

“Yeah? You need to come, baby? Come on, my fingers, sweetheart. I got you.” She said, moving her lips to bite on your earlobe teasingly.

And that was it. You came, your entire body shuddering, thighs fluttering around her hand. You leaned back against the wall heavily, eyes fluttering shut, foot falling off the stool. Billie finally moved her hand away when she was sure there were no more noises leaving your throat.

“How was that, baby?” She asked, a teasing smirk on her lips.

You rolled your eyes, before pulling her close, and kissing her with as much intensity as you could muster with your weakened body.

Billie instantly leaned into it, and carefully held onto your hips, deepening it slightly. She hummed, smirking against your lips before pulling away.

“Look at you. All shaky-legged. My fingers that good, baby girl?” She asked, and you rolled your eyes again, swatting her chest.

“No, you fucking sucked, Billie.” You said jokingly, bending over to grab your clothes, and the clothes you were trying on.

Billie raised her eyebrows, before she came up behind you, placing her hips so they aligned with yours. She pulled you back onto her, grabbing your hair and pulling you up to her chest. You gasped, turning to look at her.

“Just wait until we get home, sweetheart. We’ll still see if I suck then.”

Then, she left the dressing room, leaving you with your heart pounding, and aching to get home as soon as possible.

A/N: I’m gonna kms this is horrible ok bye

[lesbiannbat]

Opening Tumblr every morning as if it is my newspaper, but instead of being filled with news, is filled with lesbian sex

[aubsolutly]

i wanna makeout with her so bad and grab at her hips, boobs anything

[dizzy1nthehead]

texts w/EXGF!BILLIE

[dizzy1nthehead]

part two texts w/EXGF!BILLIE

part one

[hellsofhearts02]

need to ride her strap.. her hands on my hips.. telling me how pretty I look taking it, what a good girl I'm being ..

[hellsofhearts02]

laughing/giggling together during sex is probably like the purest and cutest thing ever btw

[mommys-little-princess45]

I get so dumb the second Mommy calls me her good girl. My brain just melts.

You want me to take off my clothes?

“Yes, Mommy… I’m your good girl, right?”

You want me to spread my legs nice and wide for you?

“Yes, Mommy… I’m your good girl, right?”

You want to push your strap deep inside me, stretch me open, and fuck me until I’m shaking?

“Yes, Mommy… I’m your good girl, right?

You want to slap my face, my tits, my thighs and leave your marks all over me?

“Yes, Mommy… I’m your good girl. Please tell me I’m your good girl…”

[femmeoflaces]

“Only 2 likes on my post” now imagine 2 girls eating u. perspective 🥹

[lesbinluv]

so needy rn... i need to feel her rubbing the tip over my pussy, smirking down at me watching me twitch with every little touch, teasing me so much knowing how sensitive i am,,,

"oh baby, you look so beautiful like this, looking so desperate for my cock. I don't think I want to give it to you already though, let me enjoy myself first, yeah? just lay there looking all pretty for daddy and you'll eventually get what you want, princess."

[sinmonger]

[lesbinluv]

thinking about her coming home feeling annoyed after a long day at work, too annoyed to use words more than what's needed. so she just sits on the couch and tells me to stand in front of her and strip for her. and then pulling me to her lap so she can grope me and make out with me, her hands roaming around all over my body while her tongue explores my entire mouth... i can see how her face starts to change, the annoyance in her eyes slowly turning into hunger, and suddenly she's devouring me like she's been hungry for ages, making it harder for me to keep up with her pace. then taking a pause to look at my face and smile at me, giving me little kisses then picking me up and carrying me to bed so she can take her time finishing what she started 😵‍💫😵‍💫

i love making daddy feel good, and I love being the one to lift up her mood!

[kerrry444]

need an older woman to manipulate me so bad

"you can do that for me..cant you bunny?”

"you wanna make mommy feel good, dont you?"

"yeah baby, you're such a smart gir!...show mommy again"

"i thought you were mommys good girl?"

"you don't wanna at least try? for mommy?"

"i know baby, but i bought this just for you! lets just test it out, yeah?"

"i'm sorry honey..i know it hurts but mommy is almost done"

"shhh its okay baby, look at you! you're being such a good girl"

"just one more? for me? it would make mommy so proud..you wanna make mommy proud don't you?

"shhh go back to sleep, you were telling mommy how tired you were remember? you weren't lying were you?"

“please? come on baby show mommy that pretty pussy”

[missfairssy]

I just want to rub my pussy against another wet pussy and have my breasts rub against other breasts

[miss-laurenn]

a long makeout session with her on my lap as she humps me. letting her use my thighs to get herself off whilst whispering dirty praises against her lips. feeling her pussy juice soaking my legs as she writhes on top of me, moaning into my mouth.

[saintofdecayyy]

You Can Be The Boss, Mommy🪽

MOMMY!billie headcannons 🪽—Billie{47} —Reader{25}

❤︎mommy!billie who has a permanent, subtle flush on her chest and neck that deepens when she's turned on, a little giveaway she can't control when you walk into a room.

❤︎mommy!billie whose kitchen always smells like vanilla and cinnamon, and who makes you breakfast in bed wearing nothing but one of your oversized band tees and a pair of tiny silk shorts that ride up her ass.

❤︎mommy!billie who moves you from one breast to the other, her movements fluid and sure. she's in complete control, a goddess providing for her most devoted princess

❤︎mommy!billie who has a thing for your scent, who will bury her face in the pillow you slept on, in the pile of your discarded clothes, and just inhale, her eyes rolling back in her head. "smells so fuckin' good," she'll groan to herself. "smells like mine."

❤︎mommy!billie who will fuck you in every room of the house, against every surface, with zero regard for the risk of being caught. the thrill of it makes her wet, makes her grip your hips tighter, bite your shoulder harder.

❤︎mommy!billie who has a strap for every mood—the sleek, small one for lazy mornings, the thick, curved one for when she wants to ruin you on all fours, and the vibrating one for when she wants to watch you fall apart from the inside out.

❤︎mommy!billie who has a designated "toy drawer" that's less a drawer and more a treasure chest of silicone, leather, and things that buzz. she knows exactly how to work every single one of them on you until you're a sobbing, overstimulated mess.

❤︎mommy!billie who "helps" you pick out outfits, but it's really just an excuse to run her hands all over your body, her breath hot on your neck as she mutters, "fuck, you look so good in this, mamas. but you'd look better on the floor with it around your ankles."

❤︎mommy!billie who buys you the most expensive, delicate lingerie, not just for you to wear, but for the sheer pleasure of peeling it off you with her teeth later.

❤︎mommy!billie who loves the feeling of your hands on her, kneading the soft flesh, your thumbs brushing over her nipples until she shudders, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "they're so full, mamas," she'll murmur, her voice hazy with pleasure. "so full for you."

❤︎mommy!billie who, late at night, after the passion has cooled, will trace the faint lines around her eyes with a melancholy finger. "still beautiful?" she'll ask, her voice a rare whisper of vulnerability in the dark.

❤︎mommy!billie who, after it's all over, after you're both spent and tangled in the sheets, will pull you into her arms. she doesn't let go. she'll press kisses to your sweat-damp hair, her hands running up and down your back in a soothing, possessive caress. she's the storm and the shelter, the wild desire and the quiet after. she's the milf, the mommy, the whore, and the queen. she's billie. and you are, and will always be, her mamas.

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