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⤷ "ain't the kind of girl you'll be seeing in the morning" ・・・・you give billie 5 dates to prove she's not a total asshole
cw: g!p billie, college au, smut, oral (r and b receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, grinding, language, enemies? to friends to lovers, pet names, use of yn, fluff, aftercare・・・・ wc: ~7k
everyone's head whips around at the sound of the slap, so sharp you can hear it over the dj's mix of strip that down. some poor girl's all up in billie's face, shouting and pushing, while she just runs her tongue through her teeth with a smirk.
god, again?
that's got to be like the third time this month, not that you're keeping track or anything. the crowd's attention span lasts a good second or so before the party carries on. typical. the entire campus knows the billie eilish lore.
if you took a poll, asking people 'hey, what'd you think of billie?' the consensus would be pretty much the same: player, cocky, trust fund, parties too much, total dick, and that's just the stuff you can say out loud.
so obviously, when she slides beside you as you grab another smirnoff, you're already wary as hell. "damn, did it hurt?" she asks, so genuinely you fucking fall for it.
"hm?"
"when you fell from heaven," billie says, flashing her signature grin.
you stare at her for a solid second before letting out a laugh. not out of amusement, but more like disbelief. "seriously?" you cringe, already turning back to your drink. "that's the worst pick up line you coulda used."
her smirk doesn't fade at all. "okay, fair enough. lemme try again." she pretends to think for a second. "i think i lost my phone number, can i--"
"you're so full of shit."
"yeah, but you're smiling," billie nods to your face, her eyes drifting down to your lips.
the second she says that, you switch to a straight face. woah. you didn't even know you were grinning so hard. "can i get you another drink?" she asks, a line that's probably gotten half the campus into her bed before.
"no way," you start, already standing up to leave, "i'm not tryna be your next victim."
she stands up as well, "oh, that? she's just dramatic as fuck."
"you really are the worst," you say, shaking your head.
"for you, i could be better."
you spin around to face her again fully, making sure your drink doesn't spill. "you say that to all your girls?"
"nah, i'm genuinely trying over here."
"you're genuinely trying to get laid. there's a difference."
billie thinks for a long moment and you're just about to walk back to your friends when she opens her mouth again. "i'll take you on a date and you'll see."
you scoff. "yeah right. it'd take you a thousand and you still couldn't convince me."
"oh yeah?" she bites her bottom lip. "five."
there's no elaboration, so when you tilt your head for more, billie continues. "go on five dates with me and if you still hate me after that, i'll leave you alone forever. on my life."
you look at her and either she's truly serious or you're falling for the act because she's just that good. "and you'll pay for everything? and plan it and stuff?" you ask.
when she nods, that kind of changes everything. free stuff's free stuff and honestly, you don't really have much else to do this term. you already know billie's game and you're not falling for that bs. besides, it'll just be a bonus when she stops bothering you after this is over with.
it's seeming like a win win any way you look at it. "whatever," you say, starting to turn around.
"damn, someone's excited," she laughs, before calling after you, "pick you up friday night?"
lying in bed later that evening, billie replays the whole thing. what the fuck was that? it was the vodka, probably. she'd started the night on a typical billie mission--find someone hot, fuck, go home. you fit the part and it should've been easy.
so why'd she open her mouth and offer a date?
what a waste of time. all to get in your pants. either way, the mission's still the same to her, just with a couple extra steps. she's gonna get you in her bed by probably the first date and prove you wrong. and then she's gonna ghost you. simple.
// ﹒﹒﹒DATE ONE
the roar of an engine is your first warning. and the second is your roommate gasping as she looks out the window. "no way. dude is that a porsche? is that billie eilish?"
you lean over the sink to see out. sitting there right on the curb of your dorm, is a beautiful, obnoxiously loud silver porsche. and leaning against it, waving up to you, is billie.
she's wearing a suit. an expensive looking one at that. you'd thrown on a short black dress you've had forever and your makeup and hair are done, but nothing special. you weren't about to try for this.
you walk out and her eyes scan down your body and back up. a slow smirk spreads across her face. fuck, look at that ass, she thinks to herself.
you can feel her staring. of course she is. she probably thinks she's being smooth with it. you just smile sweetly, "nice ride."
billie gestures to herself with a grin. "'me? yeah, 'bout time you noticed," she jokes as you roll your eyes. "but for real, scratch it and you're walking," she says, opening the passenger door for you, "and don't you dare get your fuckin' handprints anywhere."
you laugh. her porsche's probably the only real love of her life.
the restaurant she takes you to is the kind where they make you reserve like a year in advance, the type with no prices on the menu and a fancy set of utensils. billie manspreads in the chair, "yo, order whatever you want."
you raise an eyebrow. "for real?"
"for real."
okay, bet.
you order a shit ton of appetizers and mains you don't even know how to pronounce, asking for the most expensive bottle of champagne just to see her flinch. the waiter's thrilled, of course, and billie's smile is a little tight, but she nods.
you're close to bursting out in laughter. this bill's looking like a huge dent in her wallet dad's credit card. when the food comes, it's honestly really good. you'd eat here all the time if you could, if it didn't mean dropping your entire month's paycheck in one sitting.
billie tries to make small talk as you dig in, asking you about your majors, your hobbies, totally trying to suck up and you're clearly not buying it, too focused on eating. this has to be a new record for the worst date ever.
the restaurant's not a problem, no, and neither is the food and for sure not the credit card without a limit. it's more so the girl sitting across from you.
billie's attempt at 'getting to know you' feels less like a conversation and more like a damn interrogation. it's question after question, no flow, no listening. it's as if she's just following a script.
there's zero chemistry and the expensive stuff isn't making up for anything. you're positive your friends could've picked you up with a bike and pedaled you to mcdonalds and you would've had more fun.
but as much as you hate it, you still catch yourself smiling. it's kind of funny seeing her try so hard, knowing you're getting free food while you're at it.
it's all fun and games until the bill comes. the waiter places the leather folder gently next to billie and she opens it, her jaw flexing for a millisecond as her eyes scan to the bottom. but she doesn't even blink, just slides her black card into the folder without a word.
a thousand four hundred dollars? she thinks to herself, for a damn dinner. but fuck it. you asked for it.
the drive back is a lot quieter, the food coma starting to hit. billie pulls up to your dorm, the engine purring as she turns to you. "so?" she says, putting the car in park, "you had fun, baby?"
"debatable," you say, unbuckling your seatbelt. "and don't call me baby."
"wow, airball," she whispers to herself, leaning back against the seat with a sigh.
you laugh at that and maybe she takes it as a good sign, "you gonna invite me in?"
you push the car door open and get out, slamming it shut with a solid bang that makes her wince. i swear to god, if she dented it... billie thinks to herself, masking it with a stiff smile.
you turn around, leaning over as she rolls the window down. "hell nah. night, eilish," you say, turning around and walking inside without looking back.
in the car, she drops her forehead onto the steering wheel, the horn letting out a pathetic beep. she groans. one grand. a gucci suit. and i didn't even get a fucking kiss goodnight. this is gonna be one expensive ass deal just to fuck her. is it even worth it at this point?
she grabs her phone, finding your number and texting you.
+1 (310) 807-3956 now
Create New Contact?
hey sexy
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yn now
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only the food was good
+1 (310) 807-3956 now
Create New Contact?
ouch whats your ideal date then?
billie groans when you leave her on read, glancing at your dorm window with a determined look on her face. this is how you're gonna play? fine. game on.
// ﹒﹒﹒DATE TWO
billie was desperate. and billie's never desperate. after the disaster of a first date, she'd done something she never does. ask for help. she had cornered your friends after a class, asking what you actually liked.
with a super long, judgmental stare, your best friend sighed. "i don't know why i'm helping you. but she hates just sitting around and talking, she likes doing stuff. and i swear to god billie, if you fuck around with her, i'm going to your dumbass frat house and--"
billie had interrupted right away with a quick "thanks!" and made her escape.
so after a day of googling and chat gpting ideas for "date ideas where i can do stuff," she'd found the best option for success, well, according to whole lot of random articles and ai.
that's how you end up tying your skates at the ice rink way off campus with her. billie's sitting next to you, struggling with her laces as the zamboni finishes running across the ice to even it out. "okay," she says, standing up shakily, "it's can't be that bad, yeah?"
no, it totally can. she takes two wobbly steps onto the arena and immediately grabs the wall for dear life. "oh fuck," she says, her feet scrambling to stay up, "shit this is harder than it looks."
you glide out, circling back to her with a smirk. "need a hand or what?"
okay, mission accomplished, billie thinks, now i get to hold her hand. this friend of hers is a genius.
she grabs your hand, her grip tight, as she jolts back before regaining balance, "don't let go," she says, and it's half flirty, half a genuine plea so she won't fall straight on her ass.
"i got you," you say, slowly starting to skate backwards, pulling her along. "so you've never done this before?"
"um," she starts, concentrating so hard on moving her stiff feet she can barely speak. "no. this is a first. i don't really do this kinda thing a lot."
you nod as billie continues, "when i was younger, my dad was hella busy with work. so i kinda just...stayed in most of the time." she says, tentatively moving her feet before she freezes, like she can't believe she said that. "woah, sorry. i don't know why i said that."
you squeeze her hand. "dude, isn't the point of this whole thing to get to know each other better?" you laugh, "this is way better than whatever you had going on the first time."
"yeah?" she's about to say something--something cocky, you can already call it--when her knees buckle and she almost falls. thank god you grabbed her elbow in time. and you're glad that keeps her humble.
for the next twenty minutes, you're basically billie's human walker as she tries to get to know you better, for real this time. she's clinging to you, which involves a lot of her arms around your waist and her body pressed against yours for 'balance.'
it's going well all the way until you call her a pussy and she tries to let go and push off on her own. it's fine at first, but the blade of her skate catches against the ice and she slips back like one of those cartoon characters stepping on a banana peel.
it'd be really funny...if she didn't crash straight into you, sending both of you tumbling to the ice and you can feel the cold seep into your jacket. she's lucky--falling on top of you instead of the hard rink.
okay, this is it, billie says in her head, the perfect cliche rom com moment. just gotta lean in and--
"get off me fatass," you shove her off, laughing, "you're so heavy."
she grins, pushing herself off you to her knees, offering a hand to pull you up. "my bad, my bad."
you get her standing again and for the rest of the night, billie completely forgets about her 'mission.' she's genuinely just enjoying it all. the date ends with hot chocolates from the arena's concession stand, your skates off and your feet sore.
driving back, you're both a lot happier than last time and she walks you all the way to your door. "that had to be an eight, minimum," she says, a confident smirk returning to her face. "c'mon, i know you had fun with me."
you smile. "i had fun skating. i'd say a solid six."
her jaw drops in mock offence. "a six?? i almost concussed myself for you!"
"six point five, final offer."
okay, progress, billie thinks. "can i--" she starts, nodding at your dorm.
"nope," you say, grinning, "goodnight billie. and for the next one, just text me when."
before you can even turn around, your phone buzzes with a new message.
+1 (310) 807-3956 now
Create New Contact?
rn?
you spin around, showing her the notification with a laugh. "seriously?"
billie's smiling ear to ear, but when she sees the message, she squints closer as her face falls. "you don't even have my number saved? wowww," she drags on.
"gotta work for it," you just shrug, opening your door. "see you."
"night, yn," she says and you can still hear the smile in her voice as you close the door.
// ﹒﹒﹒DATE THREE
you could barely find an inch of free space in the library. it's the usual pre-midterm apocalypse where everyone's hunched over their textbooks and laptops. including you.
you're going over page after page of lesson notes and your teaching assistant's review package when a small, crumpled ball of paper lands squarely on your keyboard.
seriously?
this is so childish. you're just about to whip your head around when another one hits your cheek, falling down to the desk. it's got messy scribbles all over it, so you unfold it slowly, only to find that it's a note. the handwriting's that of a three year old, with an insanely horrible drawing of a smiley face next to it.
guess who ◡̈
your eyes flicker to the divider. you rise up, peering over. billie's leaning back in her chair, both feet propped up on the desk, grinning like her life depends on it.
she'd spotted you through the library window ten minutes ago--buried in your work, looking miserable and cute as hell. it was an irresistible combo. so she'd stepped foot into the building for the first time in all her years of college, sliding into the seat across from you.
billie had expected you to notice, but you'd been grinding so hard without looking up even once and she couldn't stop the boredom from setting in. "surprise!" she says, loud enough that half the heads in the area turn towards you two.
you press your finger to your lips immediately, mouthing a shut up and motioning for her to follow you. grumbling, you pack your stuff, leading her out of the building. "god, you're so loud."
"oh yeah? i can be louder," she smirks, lowering her voice. "you tryna find out?"
you roll your eyes with a groan. "please, please tell me you're not just here to annoy me."
"nah, i'm not," billie says, taking your bag from your hands and shouldering it herself. "there's a farmer's market near here. and they've got mini donuts," she adds like its the most important part.
"what?"
"are you slow? the mini donuts," she says, exaggerating each syllable slowly like that's going to help. "you mentioned them before, remember? you said you liked the cinnamon sugar ones. so you wanna go or not?"
no way.
the billie eilish remembered a throwaway comment about donuts. that same girl who believed any moment with her hookups that didn't involve fucking was a waste of time, just voluntarily suggested going to a farmer's market.
you just stare at her. this was the same person who'd told you last week that dinner dates were, quote unquote, "useless when you could be doing something more productive."
billie keeps watching you, waiting for a response. but as more time passes without, her palms start to sweat.
why in god's name am i nervous right now? she thinks to herself. she could name at least ten girls who would've screamed in excitement and said yes ages ago. usually that thought made her feel good, but now it's not having that same effect. it didn't matter anymore because none of them were...you.
"is this a no?" she asks, hesitant.
"no, i'm going, i'm going," you reassure her with a laugh as her shoulders relax in relief.
the date was surprisingly normal, though that's a pretty broad word. but you ate greasy donuts and argued about the flavours, losing it when she called honey glaze basic. billie walked you through all the stalls, and the more you talked with her, the more you felt the stress from earlier on start to melt away.
if you're being honest, it's kind of fun doing this kind of thing with her and everything's going great until the first raindrop hits your face. then another. and another. "oh shit," she says, looking at the clouds moving in.
within seconds, the drizzle picks up and soaks through your clothes. "c'mon, run," you yell, grabbing her hand as you lead her to your dorm, which, thank the lord, is close by.
you close the door behind you, walking billie to the shower so she doesn't drip everywhere. "nice place," she says, craning her neck to look around your room, "this is my first time in here y'know?"
"congrats, want a cookie or what?" you say, throwing a towel at her.
billie laughs, pushing the damp strands of hair out of her face. "i want that cookie," she jokes, winking at you.
"joke about that again and you're out."
"hold up, you mean you're letting me stay?" she asks, a shit eating grin on her face.
"only cause the weather sucks, so don't hype yourself up," you grumble, looking through your closet for dry clothes. you toss her a hoodie and sweats, "here."
she catches them as you continue. "change in there and and i'll change here and don't you dare get any ideas, eilish. you're not allowed to open the door unless i tell you."
billie salutes with a "yes ma'am," before shutting the door.
when you let her out, it's so off putting seeing her in your clothes and how normal she looks in them, like this was meant to be all along. "so," she starts, still glancing around your room, "netflix and chill?" she grins.
"maybe only the first part," you shoot back.
// ﹒﹒﹒DATE FOUR (date 3 cont.)
billie's lying in your bed, spread out and taking the majority of it while you sit on the edge. she scrolls through the options as you direct her with a lot of, "wait, go left again. i said left billie, that's fucking right."
you want to make her watch the conjuring, but she's begging you not to pick a horror movie because she wants to sleep tonight. who would've ever thought she'd just be one big pussy.
the final agreement is just the office. classic. billie hits play on a random episode as you rest your back against the pillows, pulling a blanket over your legs.
for the first twenty minutes, you're distracted by every shift of her body. her arm's stretched out across behind you and you're surprised she hasn't pulled any "wanna count shoulders?" bs. matter of fact, you're surprised she hasn't tried anything at all. it's almost like she's trying not to touch you.
this is one of billie's favourite shows, but she's not watching it at all. she's too distracted by the million thoughts running through her mind, the primary one being what the fuck is wrong with me?
it's not like her at all to not make a move. this is usually the part where the smooth, confident billie would take over and she'd be all over you already. but now, she's just frozen in place.
there's that familiar, demanding ache in her lower body and she can feel herself getting hard, the fabric of your borrowed sweatpants becoming uncomfortably tight. it's a constant, throbbing reminder, and for the first time in her life, she doesn't know what to do about it.
do something, billie thinks, she invited you in, that's a green light, so just do it. you've done this with a hundred other girls, this is nothing.
yet her arm remains a statue. her heart is hammering in her chest and she can't even attribute it to the thrill of the chase anymore. it's pure fear. the thought of even trying anything with you right now is making her feel physically ill.
maybe i'm just rusty, she rationalizes, haven't fucked anyone in what, two weeks? since i started this stupid deal. but it's not adding up. why didn't she just call one of her girls? she totally could've, there's not a single thing stopping her.
and the answer hits billie so hard she can't breathe: she hasn't wanted to. at all.
every bit of her energy, her focus, her want, has been redirected to you. and not just getting you in her bed. somewhere along the way, this started to be more about winning you over rather than just winning you and getting a good fuck.
and if she did anything with you right now, it means she would've won this. and gotten what she wanted. which should make her happy, right? so why is that thought making her stomach flip?
billie's having a full blown freak out in your twin bed as you watch jim break up with karen without a care in the world. blissfully unaware of her internal meltdown, you shift to get more comfortable, sinking deeper into the pillows. your leg brushes against hers.
billie inhales sharply, that simple, accidental contact sending a jolt straight through her. the ache between her legs intensifies, the throb becoming more and more painful. fuck.
"you okay?" you ask, holding in a laugh.
"huh? oh--yeah. i'm great."
she's not.
you can feel how hard she's trying to hide her boner from you--which is insane, because when has billie ever done that. her body's at this awkward slant, lower body miles away from yours as she crosses her legs.
you might've been staring for too long, because her head turns slowly. billie's eyes dart down to your lips and her face is so close. you've never really, truly looked closely at her before and her eyes, god her eyes, are beautiful.
her mouth opens and million scenarios of what she's going to do flashes through your mind. she's probably going to kiss you and go at it, or she'll say some dumb, cocky, classic billie line, or her hand is going to slide from your shoulder, down your arm, and--
the worst, most terrifying part is that you don't even hate the idea.
but out of all the things you expected her to say, never in your wildest dreams would you have seen this coming. she lets out a shaky laugh, "shit. uh. focus on the show, dude."
you just stare at her in disbelief. "...what?"
her eyes focus back to the tv and she refuses to look in your direction. "you're missing the good part."
you glance over and it's just dwight talking about something stupid. huh. good part my ass.
for the rest of the night, you're positive she's got the worst case of blue balls the world has ever seen. billie's twitching left and right, shifting positions every five seconds. but never once does she reach out to touch you.
this is some crazy self control for a girl who, according to all her frat brothers, lost no nut november within the first hour last year. the girl who does anything she wants--who gets everything she wants.
but the most she does is rest her arm on your shoulder, laughing every now and then as if she's trying to prove she's still watching. you're pulled closer into her side now, somewhere between her shoulder and her chest. and even with the space, you can still hear the pounding of her heartbeat, a soothing tempo that drifts you to sleep.
when you wake up, the sun's annoyingly bright, probably because you didn't have your curtains closed last night. you blink yourself awake, still processing your surroundings. you're not next to billie anymore, but on her.
your head lies on her body, leg thrown over hers, arm draped over her stomach. she's still dead asleep, messy hair fanned across your pillow and damn. it's funny--how many times you've heard people tell her go to hell, but right now all she's looking like is an angel.
you shift slightly and that small movement wakes her. you can feel the moment billie processes what's happening. her eyes fly open and she takes in the scene. you, in her arms. morning. the sunlight all over the room.
"what the fuck?" she says in surprise, shoving you off her so abruptly you almost roll off the bed.
billie scrambles upright, standing up so fast she gets tangled in the blanket and stumbles, dragging your entire comforter off the bed and onto the floor with her.
okay. overreaction much? you sit up, starting to feel kind of cold. "hello?"
billie's staring at you like you're insane. "we--why were you all on me?" she gestures wildly.
the sleepiness starts giving way to irritation. "you ever heard of cuddling or are you not about that?" you start, "i was asleep and if you hate it that much, you could've left. it stopped raining last night, didn't it?" you reach down to pull the blanket back up and around you.
"wait, wait, i didn't hate it," she says, completely flustered.
you would've never thought you'd live the day to see billie eilish at a loss of words.
she looks at you, wrapped in your sheets, your hair a mess, and the panic in her chest is slowly being replaced by a warmer, more confusing feeling.
she'd never stayed until the morning before, or stayed at all. there was no point. all she wanted when she found a hot girl was just to hook up, and once that was over with and she got what she wanted, what was the point of staying and wasting time? she never saw the point in all that.
until now.
stuff she used to shit on her friends for--pda, making breakfast together, lazy mornings in--now she wanted to try all of them as well. with you.
"i uh--i gotta go. i got class," billie mutters, looking around for her things.
"sure you do," you smile back.
she pauses at the door for a moment. "i'll text you. for the next one."
"you have one left," you remind her.
the words hit her so hard she thinks she's going to throw up on your floor right there. her knees almost buckle and her shoulders tense. "right, right. one left."
// ﹒﹒﹒DATE FIVE?? cancelled.
a week passes. then two.
billie doesn't text you about the fifth date.
but she doesn't stop texting you, either. she's not ghosting you at all. matter of fact, it's the complete opposite. her name pops up on your phone more often than your best friends and parents do combined.
eilish now
check tiktok i sent you something
answer me
yn
yn
yn
eilish now
which dining hall are you eating at
can you come to the one near the athletic center
eilish now
look
[photo]
it's all very friendly. weirdly, platonically friendly.
even weirder is the hanging out. it's never a date. it's always a group thing. you'll get a text from your best friend telling you they're doing a picnic for lunch. and billie will be there, with her frat brothers and your friends.
it's a mix you've never in your life expected. or you'll be studying in the library and she'll just...appear, dropping into the seat next to you with a sigh, cracking open a textbook she's clearly never touched all semester.
your friends, who once had interesting opinions about her, are now her number one dick riders. "it's funny as hell yn, she just follows you like a lost puppy."
and that's what it feels like. billie is everywhere you are, a constant, confusing presence.
and she hasn't tried to kiss you again. she hasn't even flirted. it's like movie night never happened and it's driving you insane.
the final straw comes after another group hangout. all your friends and all of hers, who seem to be getting along insanely well as of late. they're all slowly trickling out, leaving you and billie alone on the bed in her room.
you can't take it anymore.
"is something wrong?"
billie, who's mid sip of her water, chokes. "what?"
"you and me," you gesture at her, "you haven't even mentioned the last date. and you just like hang around. i don't know. did i do something? or is there something wrong with me now."
"no, god no," she says frantically, running her hand through her hair. "it's not you, don't worry."
"then what is it? 'cause this is feeling like the biggest fucking switch up of all time and i'm confused."
"i--" she starts, then stops. "it's really stupid."
"tell me, please billie."
she stands up, walking briefly to the trash can to throw her bottle out. "i can't. i'm really sorry, but i can't."
"you know it's okay if you don't want--"
"no, that's not it," she interrupts you.
"so what is it?" you ask her again gently, standing up to walk closer to her.
"fuck, it's just..." billie lets out a shaky breath, staring at the floor. "if i take you on the fifth date," she says quietly, "then it's over and this is done. and you...i know you only agreed to this 'cause why not."
"and you never expected, um, this," she says, vaguely motioning her arms. "me to actually..." she pauses like she can't seem to say the word. like you.
she keeps going, pausing awkwardly mid sentence like she needs to collect her thoughts. "i really wanted to see you, but i didn't want it to count as a date. so i had to--uh--find other ways to. y'know, get our friends to hang out. shit, i've been to the library more in the past few weeks than i have in my entire life. i just...i like hanging out with you."
she finally looks at you, clasping her hands behind her back. "if i never take you on that fifth date, then i don't have to leave you alone, right? the deal's still on. i can just...keep hanging out with you. as your um--friend. or whatever."
you stare at her. billie eilish, the world's biggest asshole and player, is trying to loophole her way into staying in your life by not dating you.
"you're a fucking idiot," you whisper.
her face falls. "i know. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to--"
you move closer, cutting her off with a kiss, soft and certain. she flinches at first. it's barely noticeable, but it's there. it's like her body's default setting's rewired to pull away, a reflex built from weeks of trying so damn hard not to do exactly this.
but after a moment, she quite literally melts under your touch, shoulders relaxing as her lips part slightly. as much as you don't want to, you pull back a a little. "i don't want this to be over either, dumbass."
she looks dazed. "you don't?"
you take a deep breath, the words feeling too big that your throat's beginning to burn. please don't cry, please don't cry, please don't cry. billie's watching you, completely focused and waiting for you to speak.
"at first," you start, your voice quiet. "i thought really low of you, if i'm being honest."
she flinches, just a little. but she doesn't look away. "you just...it seemed like you didn't appreciate anything. like everything you got was just handed to you and it was all for granted." you shake your head, remembering the stories, the reputation. "you just had thousands to drop on dinner and some girl. and most of all--"
you pause, making sure she's still with you. "most of all, you just wanted to fuck. and i hate people like that. and even more, i hate feeling like i'm getting used."
her mouth opens, a quick, defensive reflex. but you continue quickly, to get to your actual point. "i went into this knowing that's what you wanted. and i said i wouldn't fall for your bullshit. and i mean--i didn't. at first. you were really cocky and it was so exhausting. i didn't have fun at all."
a small smile, almost apologetic, touches her lips. she gives a nod. yeah, i was.
you shift closer, taking her hand in yours and running your thumb over her knuckles. "but recently, i feel like you actually listen. and you make me feel appreciated. wanted. instead of just y'know," you shrug, "another girl to add to your list."
"so now," you finish, your voice dropping to a near whisper, "i want to do this with you too, billie. i like every moment."
a large smile spreads across her face. "yeah? me too. i love hanging out with you. i don't even wanna fuck anymore."
the second the words are out of her mouth, her eyes go wide. "i mean--i do! obviously i do. i really, really do. but i just--i meant i just like being with you even more. and on my life i won't do anything unless it's okay, i swear, i--"
you kiss billie again to shut her up, before more profanities start spilling out of her mouth and she digs herself into an even deeper hole. "it's all good," you murmur against her lips, "i want it. want you."
"you sure?"
"positive," you say, hands sliding down to the hem of her shirt. "this okay?"
she nods, helping you take it off in one yank over her head, before moving to undress you as well. "shit," she breathes against your mouth, "been thinkin' bout this. since fucking forever."
"yeah?" you manage as her hands slide down your back, over the curve of your ass, pulling you closer to her.
you can feel the hard line of her cock through her sweats, a feeling that makes your own knees go weak. she grinds against you once, slowly rolling hips and you gasp into her mouth.
"'m gonna make you feel so good," billie says, kissing the line of your jaw, the spot beneath your ear, down your throat where your pulse is racing.
her hands work your panties down your legs with practiced flair and she kneels down on the ground between your spread legs.
billie? kneeling? you would've laughed at the thought a month ago.
but now the look on her face is one of pure worship, adoration. "fuck, look at you," she whispers, her thumbs brushing your inner thigh. "you're so insanely beautiful."
and then her mouth is on you. she goes painfully slow, trying to get to know your body better. she's testing out what makes your legs twitch or your eyes roll back, noting it down in her head.
her tongue is flat and hot and so perfect against your clit--a firm pressure that has you arching with a moan. billie's hands slide under your ass, tilting you a bit and holding you exactly where she needs. "oh my god," you gasp, fingers tangling in her hair.
she groans against you, vibrating against your core and you moan again. she's licking, sucking with a devastating expertise and you're already so damn close.
billie's great at reading your body language. when your knees start to tremble, she slides two fingers inside you, curling them towards her and your head spins.
holy fuck.
this feels so...you can't even find words to explain it. she's so good at this. and now you're starting to get why so many girls would go running back to her even after she'd fuck up their lives.
she keeps going, until you're pushing her away, chest heaving. "enough," you pant.
billie pulls back slowly, kissing the inside of your thigh before rising up on her knees. you're dripping down her chin and she looks like the most satisfied person in the world.
she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, a smirk spreading across her face as she pushes you on the bed, crawling up to lie beside you. "your turn," you say, still breathless.
she shakes her head, propping her head on her hand. "nah. m'good. seriously. making you feel like that was more than enough."
you turn on your side, tracing the line of her jaw with your fingers as you let out a small laugh. "wow. that's new." you lean in, kissing her softly. "but i want to. if you'll let me."
her inner conflict has never been so obvious. you know she's got a habit of being in control and doing whatever she wants--there's dozens of stories circulating campus about how she'd never let her hookups touch her.
how she'd guide their hands away, not out of shyness, but efficiency. why waste time? she was there for better things so she might as well get straight into it without all the unnecessary steps and whatnot.
finally, with this new, terrifying vulnerability, billie gives a slow, hesitant nod. you push her onto her back, pulling her boxers down.
she's hard and leaking against her stomach and her eyes are screwed shut, bottom lip caught between her teeth. "you gonna look at me or what?" you laugh a little.
her eyes flutter open and she groans the moment you wrap your hand around her. slowly, you lean over, pressing a kiss to the tip before you take her fully into your mouth. she's big and thick and you're already struggling to make it three quarters down. her hips jerk off the bed as her hands fly to your head. "fuck, yn..."
it's different for her, you can feel it. she's definitely never gone this slow in her life before. you love the way she tastes, the way she feels, the sounds she makes when you flick your tongue.
billie's still trying to talk you through it all. "so good--best i've ever--fuck, baby, don't stop--"
she's getting close, her abs clenching as her cock twitches, a dead giveaway. and just as you feel it, you pull of with a soft suck.
her eyes fly open. "what--yn, i'm so close, please--"
you bite your bottom lip, swinging your leg over her, settling yourself over her hips. you position yourself, the head of her cock nudging against you, already wet again and fully ready for her. she's staring up at you, her chest heaving, completely wrecked.
she looks like she's about to pass out as you lower yourself onto her. the feeling's so intense it's almost painful, in the best way possible. you stay there for a moment, fully seated on her, just feeling the stretch and watching the way her eyes are already rolled back.
"oh god," she chokes out.
then you start moving, starting with a slower rhythm, riding her, grinding so deep she couldn't even remember her name if you asked. billie just grips your hips, not even trying to take over, just locking her eyes on your face. "you feel so fuckin' amazing," she rasps, "look at you. jesus christ, look at you."
for the first time ever, billie gets what you meant earlier by how she'd not appreciated anything in the past. today, on her bed, in her room, she's not just going through the motions, she's watching it, feeling it.
she's mesmerized by the sight of you, how your hair falls over your face a bit and she reaches up to tuck it behind your ear. how your eyebrows tilt and your gorgeous lips part as you moan. man, those moans. she could finish from that alone.
you can see it all in her awestruck expression. her own pleasure is secondary, and you're sure she's feeling so good right now just from making you feel so good.
you lean forward, bracing your hands on her chest as you change the angle, pushing her deeper in you. "oh my g--fuck i'm gonna come," you gasp.
that breaks her trance, albeit barely. "yeah?" she grunts, her hips meeting yours with more force. "you're doin' so good, baby."
you ride her harder, faster, and her own release is obviously building as well, but billie's focus never wavers from your face. "c'mon, c'mon," she urges, "come for me. wanna feel you."
you groan, clenching around her tight as she finishes the exact moment you do. she's about to bring an arm up to shield her face, but she moves it back down, choosing to watch you instead. your back is arched, mouth open in a silent moan as you ride her through it, until she's done pulsing deep in you.
you sit there for a moment, catching your breath as billie pulls you down to her chest, gasping for air as well. her hand strokes up and down your lower back as her heartbeat races in her chest, right where your face is pressed to.
"that was--i've never..." she whispers into your hair.
"i know," you murmur, pressing a kiss to her neck.
she holds you tighter, her breathing evening out. and as night begins to set in, she shifts just enough to look at you. she looks half asleep, fighting the urge to stay awake. "you gonna be here when i wake up?" she smiles.
"always," you grin, "you gonna take me on that fifth date?"
"duh."
billie eilish had never stayed until morning. time and time again, she'd adamantly refused to 'get caught lacking in someone else's bed.' but now, she was the one asking you to stay.
and she didn't just want you there tomorrow.
billie wanted this the day after too. and for the next week, for the next month, for the next year, for the rest of her damn life. she wanted you by her side forever. and there's no place you'd rather be.
"man, her love is too damn foreign..." tags: @bilsbabyma @mystiquemm @lover-girl-reversed @aka-persephone @bilsvndaes @deardariaa @wewerewildandfluorescent @biloverd + taglist
appreciation post because no one is as funny and sexy and intelligent and amazing as me and my girls @trningb1ue @47lake i love you guys with everything in me 🤍
synopsis: you and billie have been dating for a while, she is the perfect girl for you. though, sometimes she can misbehave a bit.. but she loves when you put her in her place.
you and billie had always studied together, you were both in college, studying different things but still you enjoyed helping each other with your work.
well, it was mostly billie helping, or more so doing your work. it never bothered her though, when the two of you would “study” .. you would fill her in on everybody’s business while she did her work an then moved on to doing yours.
she was unbelievably smart, your friends all said she was ‘awkward’ and ‘dorky’ when the two of you had first gotten together, but that’s part of what drew you to her.
you were quite the opposite from her, you were smart enough, you could make friends with anyone, and you were very spontaneous.
not billie, billie’s entire life revolved around her google calendar. she plans dates 2 weeks in advance, she slots her time to play video games, and she studies at least 8 hours a day. you had never seem someone with such work ethic.
she had always been very shy to those she didn’t know, she kept her head down and walked quietly with her headphones on, but once you got to know her she would truly do anything for you, and you got this treatment in tenfold.
she would walk you to your classes even though she had to be on the other side of campus in 5 minutes, she would buy your groceries, pump your gas, buy you “just because” presents constantly, you really never had a want with this girl. she always knew what you needed or wanted before you ever did. she was truly the master of princess treatment.
the two of you were currently in her apartment, like usual. you were placed in a dorm with 3 other girls and paper thin walls, whereas she had an apartment all to herself.
you were laid out across the couch with your head in her lap while she was sat up, working on your calculus homework. she was wearing black rimmed blue light glasses that had slipped down her nose, you could see her freckles flecked across her rosy cheeks beneath them. she had gotten you a pair as well to help protect your eyes better, but you had lost them long ago. your replacement pair now laid safely in your desk drawer.
“billie, when’s dinner?”
you looked up at her with growing impatience, she tore her gaze away from the long equation staring back at her on your laptop and leaned down to plant a small kiss against your forehead.
“i’ve already laid out the ingredients for you to make dinner, like you asked. it’s there whenever you’re ready love.”
you smiled wide and shot up, bouncing over to the kitchen with excitement. you had seen a recipe online you had been dying to try. you sent the tiktok to billie and unbeknownst to you, she went and found all the ingredients so you could make it.
you looked over the counter and found everything laid out along with printed out instructions for you to follow, which you disregarded, because you were pretty sure you remembered it form your video. you put an assortment of things into the pan and everything went awry, the food was truly awful.
“bil! i messed something up! come fix it!!”
she sprang up from the couch and pushed her glasses up her nose, trekking into the kitchen after you. she looked over the disaster you created and your pouting face of defeat.
“aw, baby. that’s alright we can just get takeout.”
her hand snaked into your waist and pulled you in for a quick kiss as she reached for her phone, calling up your favorite chinese place.
the food came and she plated it up nicely for you both, bringing it to the couch where you were found scrolling on your phone. she just smiled and placed the food on the coffee table as she turned the tv on to your favorite show.
the two of you ate and you thanked her for saving the day. once you were finished you handed her your plate which she took to the kitchen and washed. you bellowed into the kitchen after her.
“bils! can you help me understand this math stuff i don’t really get it.”
she quickly got done with the dishes and returned the the living room to explain everything. you were not listening though, you just like watching her explain things. she spoke so passionately about the things she’s knowledgeable in. you watched as she smiled, explaining the equations to you, her hands were clicking around the computer and jotting problems out for you to solve with her. her grip on the pencil left you reminiscing to the last time the two of you had been in bed.
not only was billie a dork, she was an extremely sexy dork. her princess treatment was only amplified in the bedroom. she always catered to your every need, doing whatever you told her, begging to please you..
“hello?? baby, are you listening?”
you practically jumped out of your skin as you snapped back to reality. she was looking at you like a puzzle she couldn’t solve, and then she smiled.
“what are you thinking about, hm?”
her smile grew to something wicked, as if she could hear the thoughts dancing through your mind, begging to come to fruition. your breath caught in your throat, the threat of something more hung in the air between the two of you. her eyes flicked over your face, reading the expression she knew all too well.
she leaned in closer to you and adorned a kiss on the length of your neck. her soft lips against your skin felt feather light. you shuddered at the feeling and gripped her baggy sweatpants. your knuckles went white as her tongue snaked up to your ear, leaving a warm trail over your flesh, you buzzed at the sensation.
heat was pulsing between your thighs, your heartbeat thumping in your chest like a drum. your mind spun with possibility of where the two of you would end up. you were growing impatient, frustrated, you needed her to solve the quickly growing problem between your thighs, only her tongue knew the solution.
your hands scrambled to find home in her hair, grounding you as you began to grow dizzy. she brought her lips to the shell of your ear, lingering as the tension only built between the two of you. she was calculated, she knew your body, knew what made you tick like the back of her hand. she knew you were impatient, she knew that you were growing frustrated.
this only fueled her. she huffed, quiet, fleeting, but the warmth of her breaths ebbed against your ear like rippling waves. something so simple drive you wild, which she knew, of course.
she pulled away from the curve of your neck and met your gaze, your pupils blown wide, your mind racing with anticipation. this only fueled her spark like wildfire, she couldn’t wait to please you, she wanted nothing more than to be good, to please, to be of service.
you bit down on your lip as the breathless silence between the two of you grew thick, you were struggling to wait any longer.
“i want you, and i want you now.”
you spoke through lidded eyes, you were already pulsing around nothing, thinking of how she fits so well within you, she filled you and she completed you. no one knew you as well as she did, inside and out, she knew exactly what made you tick.
“yes ma’am.”
she was quick to submission, it was like instinct to her, billie would truly do anything for you and your pleasure.
she snaked her arms beneath your thighs and carried you to the bedroom, her lips met yours once more, and they pressed want into you. her kiss told the story of how she wished so fondly to meet your desires, to be your desires.
your hands tangled in her cascading hair as you moaned against her soft, supple skin. your brows knit together as she took your bottom lip between her teeth and bit down gently, just enough to elicit a gasp from your lips.
the journey from the couch to the bedroom felt like a lifetime of heat and passion. you were so caught in the moment you jumped as billie carried you through the threshold of the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind her.
she laid you gently against the plush mattress and stood between your legs, breathless. her face was practically begging, which you adored. you spread your legs wide for her and ran your hand between your thighs, your gaze never leaving hers. you wanted her to know how badly you wanted her to paint your pussy with the paints of her tongue.
her face was rosy, eyes low, filled with lust. she looked as though she was trying to say a million things but settled on one.
“you’re so beautiful.”
you giggled and bit your lip, looking up at her as you continued to run your hand over your heat. something she indulged like it was forbidden. she was cursing beneath her breath at the sight of you teasing yourself for her. you only grew more impatient with the touch you had awarded yourself.
“shut up and fuck me.”
her jaw slacked as a wave of obedience washed over her, she fervently snatched her sweatshirt over her head and snatched your t-shirt off. her mind grew foggy as instinct fueled her, she knew nothing but you and your pleasure and how badly she needed to fulfill you.
she didn’t want to satisfy, but to savor. she needed to relish in your sounds and your taste, to hear the sweet song of your pleasure as she played you like an instrument.
“yes ma’am”
she fell to her knees at the edge of the bed, her eyes never left yours. her lips touched down on the soft skin above your knee, as she ran her hands over your thighs, reaching to slide your shorts off. she took her time, she never rushed with you. she wanted you to feel her every touch, movement, and intention, she wanted to unwrap you like the gift you were to her.
as your shorts pooled on the floor, the rest of your garments quickly followed. you were now on full display for her, and god did she love it. her pupils were blown wide with admiration, her jaw was still slacked, and her breathing was heavy. you truly took her breath away.
she stood to undo her drawstring and her sweatpants joined your puddle on the floor, once most of her own items had joined yours she returned to where she belonged, on her knees for you.
she spread your legs wide and looked deep in your eyes as she scattered open-mouthed kisses up your thighs, the wet trail grew cold as she traveled further up, the contrasting feelings of her warm mouth and the cold spots made you squirm. you huffed, you were sick of waiting. you needed her like oxygen in your lungs with the way she was teasing you, she knew that, of course, and she loved it.
you grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her towards your core. you held her there until she ran her tongue up your slit, you moaned loudly and retracted your hand to find home in the sheets.
“such a good girl, bils. so good when you listen.”
billie whined against your sticky heat, the vibrations into you sent shivers down your spine. your back arched off the mattress as her tongue lapped at your clit, so careful as not to break it. you felt her finger push inside of you gently, breaking you open. you swallowed her whole, fluttering around her as you ground down. you gasped and bit your lip as she curled it up to hit that perfect spot that she was so well acquainted with.
suddenly her touch left as quickly as she had slipped it in. she brought the slick finger to your lips, waiting patiently for you to open your mouth. you took the digit between your lips and curled your tongue around it, gathering all the pleasure that was painted against her rosy skin.
“don’t you taste so good, baby?”
she mumbled against your center as her tongue drew another thick stripe from your core to your clit. you only whimpered and nodded in return, too caught up in the pleasure to speak. billie’s eyes turned to something of desperation, she needed more. she was doing all this for your pleasure, she had to know you were enjoying it. she reluctantly pulled away from you as she spoke up.
“please, mommy. i need to hear you say it. i need you to feel good.”
her pleas spilled out more as whines, she was so sweet when she grew needy. you smiled and cupped your hand over her cheek, looking down at her fondly.
“yes sweet girl, i taste very good. you are doing so well, my love.”
her face lit up and all of her confidence resurfaced as she returned to working at your core. you were enraptured at the picture she was painting between your thighs. moans spilled off your lips like water, which only amplified by billie’s moans. suddenly, you realized she didn’t have both of her hands on you as she usually did, one was missing.
you sat up slightly and saw her hand tucked beneath her boxers, working at herself as she plunged her tongue further inside of you. her eyes were shut as she was caught in the overwhelming pleasure, you just smiled and laid back against the bed.
“does that feel good baby? touching yourself as you make me feel good, you’re so needy.”
she stopped immediately and looked at you, searching for approval before she kept going. you nodded slightly as to say it was okay, and her eyes forgot the look of worry that was once there. she pulled away from you to answer you clearly.
“yes mommy, you taste too good, i couldn’t help it.”
you just smiled and laid your head back, waiting for her to continue, which she did happily. she brought your clit between her lips and moaned against it as her fingers plunged deep inside of you. you let out a guttural moan as she curled her fingers up inside of you.
she sped up her pace which pulled whines and whimpers out of you like a prayer, warmth bloomed in your stomach as she was brought you closer to the edge, you were ready to dive off into your release when you gathered your thoughts and spoke up.
“i want you to cum with mommy, okay?”
she held your gaze as she nodded fervently against your core, her wild and inconsistent moans mirrored yours as she brought the both of you impossibly closer. you could feel yourself beginning to fall as she began pleading.
“please, i need it, i need you to cum, please, baby.”
your head spun, you felt her tongue back on your clit as her fingers somehow dove further, and you fully fell into your release. your eyes snapped shut as your orgasm crashed over you, intense and unforgiving. it knocked the breath out of your lungs as you tried your hardest to come back down to earth.
hers closely followed as she moaned and whined into you, equally as wrecked, having pleasured you simultaneously made her own release feel euphoric.
you were still coming back down when you felt her tongue snake back inside of you. you twisted your hand in her hair and snatched her back, which elicited a loud whine from her as she frowned.
a crack landed against her cheek, which earned you silence, as well as a wicked smile. billie loved to be put in her place, the deep red bloomed against her skin, in her mind the stinging warmth felt better than her release. she was highly pleased, but you were not.
“you know you have to ask if you want more, bils. you’re a smart girl, you can surely say please."
she bit her lip and continued to smile at you with that wicked smile. you got no response as she brought her face back between your thighs, attempting to try again. your hand knit tighter into her hair.
another crack.
her smile only grew as the sting got deeper and her face grew redder. you knew she was only doing it to earn this reaction, but it was a little fun to be a bit mean.
“say please, don’t make me tell you again.”
her pupils were wide with pleasure, she loved it when you got mean. you rarely were as she was the perfect girlfriend, so she had to get creative from time to time to see this side of you. you didn’t mind, it was fun to watch her get off on it. she licked her lips and cleared her throat as she spoke up.
“please, mommy.”
you smiled at her, admiring her sweet face paired with the rose staining her cheek. you leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead.
“come here, baby.”
she stood up at the edge of the bed and you spread your legs wider, an invitation for her to come closer. she slipped her boxers off and threw them aside, already an afterthought. the both of you were now fully exposed, basking in each others beauty.
she ran her hands over your torso and one hand soon found home under your right knee, pushing it up to your chest. you nodded in approval as she lowered herself down onto your core.
both of you gasped as your flesh melded together to create a symphony of arousal. you began to grind into each other, chasing the pleasure as though it were trying to escape. she pushed your knee further in your chest and sod up her pace as she leaned down to align her lips to your ear. your buds becoming intertwined, you heard her moans chasing yours as you both bathed in the warmth coating your sex.
your desire grew sticky as moans painted the walls with the beautiful scene. you could feel her every movement against your most sensitive nerves, you heard her every sound against your ear. words were unimportant in this moment, you were both too enamored in the wonderful feeling of chasing a mutual release.
she leaned back up and smiled as she rutted against you faster and faster. she looked you up and down, taking in the mess you had become.
“you look so pretty like this, i love you.”
that was all you needed to hear, your second orgasm bloomed within you and spilled out as you let out a string of whimpers and moans from the overwhelming pleasure. hers quickly followed, the sight of you cumming pushing her over the edge.
both of you rode through your aftershocks and collapsed against each other. as you both searched for a steady breathing pattern, it felt as though time had stopped and the whole world grew silent, as this was all that mattered right now.
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𓂃 cw: subtop!billie eilish 𝑥 fem!reader. oral (r!receiving.) billie gets off just cause you get off. degradation, some praise at the end. mommy kink. one use of the word ‘slut.’ i think i rushed the ending i’m sawry 😣
it took billie forever to finally fall into a slumber.
she was tossing and turning next to you all night, beads of sweat clung to her forehead as she tried any remedy she possibly could in order to get her eyes to close for longer than a millisecond. embarrassingly enough, the reason that she couldn’t rest is because she was so horny that it was physically paining her.
she felt awful because it wasn’t like she was attempting to wake you to get you to touch her. no— the truth was that she had been deprived of touching you, of making you feel good, for being satisfied just from making you satisfied. in whatever way you would let her, she needed to touch you someway, somehow.
she also felt bad because on the other hand, her girlfriend was trying to get a good night’s rest before a long day of work that was awaiting her tomorrow. your eyes were completely closed, with your mouth slightly agape and chest rhythmically rising and falling, when she had waked you. it was simply too much.
“baby,” she had spoken softly, letting the word float through the air for a second to listen to a response, a movement— something. but to her luck, you were fast, fast asleep.
she had already given up. tears pricked at her eyes, sexual frustration making her so upset that she was literally starting to get angry. she probably could’ve relieved herself, yes— but she needed more than what only she could give. she needed your touch, your mouth, fingers, anything really. but that wasn’t much of an option.
she flipped from one side to another, from her back to her stomach, from the top of the bed to the bottom, and still couldn’t sleep. she played asmr and counted sheep and hell— even tried to make a warm glass of milk, and sleep wouldn’t come. selfishly, she ended up trying to wake you again with a gentle shake, but had no luck, and she finally found some way to make herself go to sleep.
well, not for long.
she woke up forty-five minutes later with the same ache still pulsing between her legs. at this point, she had little tears streaming down her face with annoyance, frustration, and anger. she shuffled underneath the sheets, turning to look at the time on the alarm clock, which read 4:16 am. you would be up in less than an hour to get ready anyways, and the risk of waking you up didn’t seem to matter to her. so, she reached over and shook your arm, whispering your name repeatedly until you finally stirred.
“mmm,” you hummed slowly as you came to life, eyes blinking as you stretched out your limbs and rolled over to look at your girlfriend. you gave her a sleepy frown, “baby, go to sleep, we both have to be up early.”
“i can’t sleep.” billie frowns, shuffling against the sheets and propping herself up to where she’s laying on her side, her eyes fixated on you, even through the fog of 4 am darkness. you look gorgeous to her and you’re hardly wearing any clothing, and billie’s palms immediately start to sweat, one of them moving to entangle itself with your own hand. “i wanna make you feel good, i can’t—“
you pulled your hand away, propping yourself up on one elbow and looking at her with a tired annoyance. "you’re actually serious right now? you're waking me up for this?"
she nodded frantically, her teeth catching her lower lip. "i’ll do anything. i’ll be so good to you, i promise. just don’t make me wait until morning. i’m begging you."
“you know this is selfish, right bils?” you mockingly frown at her, “i mean, really— are you that needy to where you have to wake me out of my sleep? you really think your little urges are what’s most important to me? that’s pathetic, baby.”
billie let out a half-strangled, raspy whine, shuffling against the sheets with discomfort, “i’m sorry mommy. just—please, can i taste you? i’ll be quick, i just wanna make you feel good and i haven’t in so long, please?”
it’s silent for a moment. with that look in her pretty eyes and the aching of your own sex, it’s impossible for you to say no. you nod slowly and billie’s immediately on you, murmuring little ‘thank you’s against your skin as she slides your panties off, the material pooling around your ankles as your legs open to make room for her head.
“i’m tired and have to get up early, so make it quick.”
she nods as she drags her tongue from your dripping hole to your clit, kissing your flesh before taking the entire thing in her mouth. you let a quiet moan pass through your lips when you feel two fingers slip into your cunt, slick and eager walls swallowing them whole. you shift lazily, “fuck— bils, that’s it, keep going.”
billie curls them with such precise that it makes your head dizzy, her tongue still fixed on your clit that pulsed underneath the muscle with every gentle stroke she gave you. she’s enjoying herself— her moans louder than yours, her clothed cunt rocking into the sheets. you let your head lull to the side, little bubbles of pleasure pooling in your lower stomach, and you snap your eyes shut.
“you taste s’good, mommy.” billie whimpers, and it doesn’t take you long to notice the way her movements grow sloppy, how her breathing starts to stutter, the way her legs twitch underneath her. she hadn’t even been touched by you, and yet, she’s already closer than you are.
“you gonna cum, my slut?” you asked her teasingly, and you watched as a pair of blue eyes met yours from below you, her head nodding fervently against your pussy, bumping against your clit and making you whine. “i haven’t touched you at all and you’re already close?”
her movements fall off the bandwagon, her thrusts becoming choppy, her hips grinding into nothing as she nods, letting out a little cry. her eyes are glossy and her eyelashes are beaded with tears, “i just…i needed you, i only wanna make you feel good…”
you don’t even care about finishing. all you care about is the beautiful, pathetic little girl between your legs, the one who can get off by just eating you out.
“s’okay, you’ve been a good girl baby, you can cum.” you wink, and she falls apart in front of you in seconds. she lets out whiny moans into your pussy, her legs twitching beneath you as she continues to eat you out relentlessly. “w-want you to cum too, mommy.”
your orgasm doesn’t take long to hit you. with a few more thrusts of billie’s digits, you cum all over them, your essence coated on her fingers as she helps you ride your high out until the feeling is too much to bear. slowly, your girlfriend takes her fingers out and sucks on them, releasing them with a little pop!
you giggle as she slithers back beside you, “satisfied?”
“satisfied,” she nods, “thank you, mommy.”
“you’re welcome, my special girl. now, go to sleep.”
okay guys i can’t keep up with who was on my old taglist and who wasn’t, so i’m just gonna create a new one! please respond to this post if you wanna be on it!
synopsis: billie's the big ceo of the company and your boss. she's snarky, condescending, and hovers over you like a hawk. you mess up big and are late on your work, leading you to extreme consequences.
contains: gxg, thigh riding, fingering, oral, spanking, hair pulling, degrading, praising, semi-public sex, sex against a window, exhibitionism, heavy use of "yes/no ma'am", perv billie (if you squint)
pairings: dom,switch!billie x sub,switch!you
⤷ wc: 6.7k
black kitten heels clicked against the luxury vinyl that was perfectly laid out to match the cold vibe of the office building. each step you took seemed to quicken, matching the beat of your heart that was hammering against your rib cage with a fury that almost knocked the wind out of you. the feeling wasn't new to you— you were an overly anxious person. anxiety about relatively anything consumed your day to day life, but especially in social situations.
parties made you anxious, work gatherings made you anxious, simple conversations spiked your hear rate just a little. you barely ever went out because the thought of having to talk to new people and make new connections lowkey made you sick. one thing that made you anxious beyond comprehension is your boss, billie.
you applied to be an assistant for the ceo at some large record label company months ago. the thought of it was nerve racking, of course, but you had hoped it would be an appropriate opportunity to grow out of your anxiety coated shell. quickly after submitting your application, you were called in for an interview. that's when you met billie.
normally, billie didn't like to sit in on interviews. she either didn't have time, or didn't care. whoever got hired was going to get treated the same in her mind so it wasn't a big deal as to what they looked like, talked like, really anything. but she was the ceo, and the position was for the ceos assistant, so she sat in her large leather chair and listened through every single interview.
you wouldn't have had any idea, but billie payed a little extra attention to your interview. between shaky breaths and racing thoughts, you hadn't noticed that her eyes trailed over you during that interview— practically eye fucking you without shame. from your well-fitted blouse that hugged the curves of your chest to your black slacks that accentuated your hips, even as you sat in the uncomfortable chair. it caught the ceos attention beyond her thinking that you were well put together and sophisticated enough for the job.
the wind had been blowing, people racing everywhere on the busy streets of new york, and you hadn't been out of the office for more than ten minutes before you got a call saying that you were hired. excitement had coursed through your veins which was a new emotion for you. a wave of nausea would normally hit you at such big opportunities with such big change.
when you started working, everything seemed fine and dandy. billie was short, quiet— but you appreciated it. her stoic nature meant you didn't have to say much to her, all you had to do is preform the tasks she asked you to do which were easy. maybe at first she didn't expect much from you which seemed fair, however, things started to shift about a month and a half in.
little comments that had such a condescending tone to them, bitchy remarks, mean requests. you had been warned that billie wasn't an easy person to work with but you assumed her shortness was the extent of it. man, had you never been so wrong in your life. it soon felt like nothing you did was right even though you put your all into it. it didn't help that your anxiety caused you to shake and stammer— the frequent victim of billie's relentless snarkiness.
now, you could have quit or stood up for yourself or do anything but sit there and take it. but you needed this job. it was bringing you out of your shell in ways you didn't think were possible. new friends were being made, new connections, and opportunities blossomed in front of you the more you grew inside the company. you figured you just had to get used to billies antics. plus, her condescending attitude turned you on in ways you'd never utter out loud.
but as your hand comes up to shakily knock on the large wooden door, you realize you're not used to billie and probably never will be.
"come in." her voice is low, stern. it always sat in your ears and rested in the back of your mind, even long after she was done speaking. no one could ever forget her voice but especially not you— often having to squeeze your thighs together at certain things she said. "when are you gonna learn that you're the only person in this damn building that doesn't have to knock on my door?"
she doesn't look up from the paper she's reading, rectangle glasses low on her nose while her long, dark brown hair curtaining the sides of her face. her outfit was simple but sexy— white button up with grey stripers, a black and white striped tie, and black slacks. you almost choke when you see a perfect black heels on her feet, the shoes almost identical to yours.
"sorry miss eilish," your voice comes out small. it always comes out small. desperately trying to steady your shaking hand in order to lower her coffee down onto the tab in front of her, you avoid eye contact and fight tooth and nail to gather yourself.
"good job," billie looks up at you now, smirking that damn smirk that makes your stomach drop every time. a blush spreads across your cheeks and she admires it, loving that she has such an effect on you. "let's not have a repeat of last time, yeah?"
you just nod, words not being a good idea at the moment. you busy yourself with placing the three files that were tucked under your arm on her desk in order, eyes rapidly scanning them to make sure they're in order.
"it's not complicated, y/n." billie's voice soothes out but her tone is far from soothing. "you're just making it that way."
lips part as a shaky exhale escapes, cheeks flushed a deep red as you finally stop fidgeting with the files. you don't look at her, you didn't need to. the weight of her stare burned heavy into the side of you face while you picked up different papers to put them in other, separate files.
billie leans back in her chair as she watches you— hands in her lap with a smirk tugging on the corners of her mouth. normally, she wasn't this condescending. she could actually be really sweet if you got to know her. none of her friends or family or anyone close to her would say she's a mean person. blunt, short, stoic, yes. but never mean. however, some people in the office would say she's mean and difficult. few would say she's condescending. but no one could say they've heard the tone she uses when speaking to you.
from the day you walked into her office for the first time, billie could tell you were an anxious person. she clocked that you were socially anxious, easy to command, and most easy to fluster. watching you stammer and shake after a little snarky remark was something she loved. it wasn't in a sick way, she found it cute and somehow extremely arousing. she loved how red your cheeks got, how your words became incoherent, how you became almost desperate to regain her pleasure.
what she loved most of all is things about you that you had no idea drove her wild. the way your hair looked perfect constantly, the way your makeup was done to elegantly suit your face, the way you dressed, the way your hips swayed when you walked, the way you sometimes showed so much cleavage it would otherwise get you fired, the way your ass looked when you bent over a desk to look at something. many times she wanted to walk past you and brush her hand over it. and many times you wished she would.
"when you're done with that," a sigh falls from her full lips as she turns in her chair, getting up slowly. "bring me your work from tuesday."
"yes ma'am," you flash a simple smile at her while you collect the last of the papers on her desk, shuffling them into a binder quickly. a few fall, scattering across the desk and floor. your heart jumps as you realize what just happened. billie is already turning towards you, frustration written all over her pretty face as she watches your scramble to fix your mistake.
"slow down. you're rushing because you're nervous." her tone wasn't angry but it wasn't kind either.
well no shit. you thought but you didn't dare say it out loud.
quick little steps get you out of your office and down the hall to the large room filled with desks and filing cabinets. you stop at a large black one, opening the third drawer, sliding the binder into place. maybe because you're used to it, or maybe because you're distracted by other thoughts— but you don't notice the intensity in which your hands are shaking.
"billie being rough on you this morning?" the voice that chimes from next to you belongs to a coworker, mia. she's worked here forever and knows her way around, her being the first person that warned you about billie.
"wh-what?" you stammer, abruptly pulled from your thoughts. "o-oh!no, not really— sorta,"
"relax girl, you'll be just fine!" a gentle, encouraging shove is given to your shoulder.
"she's just being her usual self!" you chirp with a faux chuckle, walking away as your smooth your hands over your black, mid-thigh length pencil skirt. within a few minutes, you arrive at your desk, going to sit down before you realize something.
you didn't finish your work from tuesday.
a fat stack of light green folders containing cd sales records towers over your other work on your desk, suddenly the only thing your eyes can focus on. you were supposed to have went over them, made sure they were correct, and organized them in order. organizing them in order never got done. between other projects, phone calls, and your personal life, you had completely forgotten about the cd sales records.
a thumb nail is brought between your teeth as you naw on it, suddenly standing straight up and looking around the office for anything that can save you. as if you could be saved. fucked was beyond a solid word that could be used to describe the situation you're in right now. not once had you been behind on your work and you were not ready to face the consequences.
anxiety is now coursing through your veins like a flash flood causing all of your body to shake. however, you no choice. through many deep breaths, you pick up the heavy stack of files and slip back through the wooden doors— which happen to be right next to your desk.
"took you long enough." billie sets down her phone on her desk while she watches you to struggle to carry over your work. once you set it on her desk, you pause for a moment before beginning to walk away. "aht. sit down."
another big mistake.
a fear like no other takes over your body as you smooth out your skirt to sit. billie catches the action out of the corner of her eye but quickly puts her head down to check your work. the woman barely ever slipped but something about your simple actions had her almost folding.
silence seemed to stretch on for an eternity as billie skims over the files. her blue eyes check over your pen marks, highlighter marks, your scribbled little notes. everything seemed to be going fine but you're still holding your breath, not even daring to look up at her.
"i'm impressed. genuinely." her voice finally echos through the silent room and it almost makes you jump. she glances towards you but you still can't muster up the courage to look at her. "you're not completely useless."
your stomach turns. "thank you miss eilish."
"now," billie's tone shifts into something darker, more serious. your knuckles turn white as you dig you nails into your palm, bracing yourself for what was coming. "do you wanna tell me why the fuck they aren't in order, y/n?"
"i-im so sorry miss eilish," your head finally snaps up to look at her, eyes wild and cheeks flushed. blue irises swirling with anger, nostrils flared, cheeks slightly flushed— her expression was undoubtedly frustrated. her hands were interlink on her desk, resting over a few of the green files.
"i'll give you another chance." billie states slowly, her body relaxing a little bit. this gives you the false hope that you can relax too which allows your heartbeat to come out of you ears. "you will stay here until nine, then you will come into my office. no earlier, no later. there you can spend your time organizing these files."
"oh, m-miss eilish, i—"
"you wait until i'm done speaking, understand?" billie snaps, eyes sharpening as she stands slowly. subconsciously, your thighs close at her voice, at her words— something about her towering over you immediately turning you on. the action doesn't go unnoticed. billie smirks slightly as she glances down to your thighs, head practically spinning at how they fill out your skirt perfectly.
"yes ma'am." you whisper, looking down at your lap. there's a shuffling of paper before a list is being shoved in your face. you take the paper but don't really read it, the words on the page blurry as your eyes well with tears.
"in the meantime you can do all of those tasks." you nod gently, took unstable to speak. "you're dismissed." without another word, you stand slowly and walk towards the door. head down, arms slack, hips not swaying like they normally do. billie notices your demeanor but doesn't say anything as she's too annoyed with you to care.
"y/n," you turn slightly to look at her. "i know you can do better than this."
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the hours come and go as you work and before you know it, the time reads nine pm. anxiety racks your body again as your mind starts to race. how long you would be here, what exactly you would be doing, what she wanted— these were all things you were very unsure of. billie had told you that you would be sitting and organizing the files but some little voice in the back of your mind told you that she had ulterior motives.
there was no logical reason to have you stay so late and sort the files in her office when she could have sent you back to your desk with them to do it there. but who are you kidding? of course billie wanted to stand over you and watch you sort the files, nitpicking every little thing you did. and you knew that.
another thing that you know is that there's a lot of tension that shifts in the air between the two of you. something about the power dynamic had the air constantly buzzing with a feeling neither of you could really name. so your mind started to wander to other reasons billie would keep you here so late. reasons that have a dull ache begin to grow between your legs.
remembering not to knock, you slowly open the door to her large office before slipping inside, latching the door behind you. billie's sitting exactly how she was earlier but this time, she reacts when she sees you. her hand comes up to take off her glasses before she folds them neatly and sets them on her desk.
you pause at the door for a moment before taking small strides over to her desk, hands twitching nervously as your hips swayed. "you always hesitate right there." billie points out, eyes locked onto you. "why is that?"
"o-oh, i don't notice i do that." a nervous, breathy laugh follows your words as you stop walking, standing in front of her desk. the tension in the room seems to grow thicker by the second. maybe your anxiety is fueling it or maybe it's the slight chance that this will lead to something much greater than sorting files. you hoped deeply that it would.
"sit," billie commands gently as she gets up from her chair, gesturing for you to sit in it. without any more hesitation, you slowly step around her desk, brushing past her. the scent of whatever fragrance she's wearing fills your nose and the smell is almost intoxicating. you keep your head down as you lower yourself into billie's chair. "let's try this again, yeah?"
"yes ma'am." the stack of green folders is pushed in front of you. so much time has already been wasted so you quickly get to work— opening files, checking dates, organizing the papers. billie admires your sudden work ethic, face twisting into something like satisfaction. or maybe she's impressed.
but eventually, you start to falter. her stare and the pressure of it becomes too much. the way she's towering over you, watching you, not saying anything— it's making you dizzy. and you can't help your thighs and the way they repeatedly clench together in order to relieve some of the tension you had caused yourself earlier. you don't even notice. but billie does.
she sits in your chair, which is close to hers, but not close enough. you try hard to hold it together as billie scoots closer to you but your hands begin to shake. "you can do better. so why aren't you?" her tone is mocking, condescending as always.
"sorry ma'am, j-just nervous." your eyes meet hers, your own wide and wild while hers are heavy, calm. "tired."
"if i wanted excuses, i'd ask for them." her hand comes down to lower the file that's in your hands. "im giving you an opportunity to fix this."
"i'm sorry." the short words are all you can say as you look down at the desk. you don't want her to see your incredibly flushed cheeks or that your eyes are welling with tears. but billie sees everything. and she can see that the more she speaks, the closer she gets, the more flustered you become.
"stand up for me." the words hit you like a punch that causes your heart to sink to your ass. with shaky legs, you stand slow while your head stays down. the weight of her presence is almost unbearable as she steps behind you— the heat of her radiating off her in waves. she's so close to you that her front brushes your back and you can feel her breath tickling the back of your neck. "do i make you nervous, y/n?"
"yes ma'am," you whisper as you turn your head slightly to look at her. her face is right there, nose practically brushing your own, and if you moved any closer your lips would touch. which is what you really want but you wouldn't dare close the gap.
"do i make you so nervous you can't do your work?" her warm hands brush the sides of your arms which causes a shiver to run down your spine. to avoid acting on any temptation, you snap your head back forward to look at the desk as if your stare could burn a hole through it.
"sometimes." you choke out. a gasp falls from your lips when the hands that were on your arms snake around your waist, finding home in the soft curve. the touch was grounding but also insanely dizzying. "yes."
"good," billie says simply, mouth brushing the shell of your ear. "is this okay?"
"yes ma'am."
"look at me and tell me you're proud of that." her head pulls away slightly so that you can turn yours to look at her. however, her face is still inches away and you can't help but steal glances at her lips as you answer her.
"but i'm not proud of it." your voice is still a whisper, anxiety not allowing you to speak in any other form. the grip on your waist tightens briefly before hands slip down to your hips. a noise catches in your throat when you feel her step impossibly closer— ass being spooned gently by her pelvis. "m-miss eilish."
"hmm?" no answer. you can't muster out the words. "use your words, im not guessing for you." her strong hands squeeze your hips causing you to choke out a little squeak, followed by a gasp. "you want to say something— so say it."
"i-i don't— know," hands travel down to your thighs, feeling the fabric of your skirt, before they slip back up your body and rest on your waist again. before you can help it, your body is leaning back against her, head tilting to the side slightly in hopes her mouth would find the soft skin of your neck.
"i can see why you struggle." billie hums out as her nose nudges the side of your neck. the anxiety that flows through you is now more of an arousal that you had no words for. you can barely think straight as billies fingers curl into the thin fabric of your flowy, white blouse and begin to tug it upwards. "is this okay?"
"yes ma'am." you breathe out, head slightly falling back to rest on her shoulder. she welcomes the action by finally brushing your neck with her incredibly soft lips and it takes everything in you not to verbally react.
"you want to do well so badly," billie's tone is now teasing, still mocking, and incredibly arousing. she pulls your blouse out from your skirt, the shirt becoming untucked and loose at your sides. "it's almost painful to watch. you wanna do well for me?"
"yes ma'am."
"good girl," an open mouthed kiss is placed on your neck as her hands slip under the hem of your blouse to feel the smooth skin of your waist. your eyes squeeze shut while your jaw goes slack, unable to contain your reactions to her touch any longer. you brace yourself against the desk with just your fingertips as you heavily lean against her and into her touch. "bend over the desk for me."
"yes ma'am." you slide the files forward and bend over the desk, holding yourself up on your forearms while your ass presses heavily against her crotch. every limb in your body is now buzzing with excitement as your stomach twists with nerves.
her hands waste no time in smoothing over your ass through your skirt, her own head running at a million miles an hour. "good. just like this." your pussy clenches around nothing, clit straining against your panties, mind suddenly hyper aware of how needy you are. "do i have your consent to go further?"
"yes miss eilish." at that, you feel your skirt get lifted over your ass, bunching up at your hips. there's a slight pause— billie admiring the way you look bent over. the next thing you feel is your sheer tights being pulled down which exposes your black panties. the cool air that hits you allows you to feel the wet spot thats soaked your underwear.
warm hands trail up your now bare thighs as she speaks. "start sorting the files again." her voice is barely above a whisper, tone still commanding. "try not to mess up."
"yes ma'am," you fan out the files in front of you, opening them to read all the dates on the papers. as you're doing so, you feel billie's hands come up to kneed your ass, a low groan slipping from the back of her throat. thumbs hook into the waistband of your panties before they're slowly being dragged down your legs.
"look at you," billie coos, hands back on your ass to spread you open. slick parts when she does so, connecting from your clit to your folds. "so wet for me, it's almost embarrassing."
a low whimper escapes your lips when you feel billies thumbs gently separate your pussy, spreading it slowly in a way thats beyond teasing. she repeats the actions a few more times, watching as you somehow get wetter and wetter. one of her hands comes down to gently rest on the curve of your ass, grounding you, while the thumb on her other hand gently brushes over your clit.
the action causes you to falter, lowering the paper slightly as your head dropped. "is this too much for you?" you can hear her smirk in her voice as she bends over you slightly, her thumb now putting pressure on your swollen clit. immediate pleasure blooms from your core through your lower half as you gasp— leaning into her touch subconsciously.
"no ma'am." you shake your head weakly, your neat bun falling out slightly which allows strands of your hair to frame your face. billie doesn't say another word, instead running her thumb through your soaked folds, the action pulling a moan from you.
you try hard to focus on your work but your brain is foggy. every sense is clouded by lust. the words on the papers blur together as your eyes become unfocused, ears practically ringing, every nerve in your bidy tingling.
a shockwave of surprise hits you when billies hand cracks down onto your ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room. you immediately nod in approval as you arch your back against her. "read them out loud. since you can't seem to focus."
"qu-quarter one of j-january twenty—" another smack as her middle digit simultaneously slips into your entrance. your body jolts forward while a breathy, high-pitched moan falls from your open mouth. white-hot pleasure spreads through your legs and torso as billie gently begins to move her finger in and out of your hole.
"start in twenty twenty five." she spits, hand smoothing over the red mark on your cheek, calming the sting. "you know this y/n."
you continue to speak, reading out the dates as you place the papers in order. your hands shake as you slip them into their folders and stack those folders in order. billie adds another finger, smiling as she watches you stammer while your body reacts to her touch. the pads of her two digits massage your walls and its almost dizzying how wet and tight you are.
when her fingers curl, brushing against your g spot, is when you falter. the paper falls onto the desk as you let go, head dropping between your arms as your thighs tremble slightly. whimpers and moans spew from you like a liquid, unable to contain yourself as the pleasure builds.
because you'd stopped, billie brings her hand down onto your ass, harder this time. "did i say you could stop?"
"n-no ma'am." the paper is picked up again and you continue to read them out loud. just as you start to read the last one, billie's thumb comes down onto your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bud. "quarter o-one of nov— no— dece-"
smack.
"you were doing so well...what happened?" billie murmurs against your shoulder as she bends over, pressing her crotch back against your ass. the feeling of emptiness hits you as she retracts her hand, her fingers slipping out of you with a quiet pop. it takes everything in you not to whine back back up against her as if you were to try to chase her touch.
"m-miss eilish!" the whimper you let out is like music to her ears.
as much as she'd love to keep going— have you bent over, under her control as she breathes out snarky remarks that make you clench around her, she can't. billie wants to see more of you, hear more of you, do more to you.
you find yourself being guided to stand upright before soft, full lips are on yours. you melt into her kiss immediately. satisfaction washes over you as her hand comes up to cup the side your face, the other one resting heavy on your hip. there were many days you'd spend in her office with her where you'd steal glances at her mouth and wondering what it would be like to kiss her.
your blouse is quickly discarded, as well as your heels and sheer tights that were bunched at your knees. this left you in a red lace bra and your skirt that was wrinkled at your waist. before you know it, you're being backed up till your back hits one of the large windows that were behind her desk. the whole back wall of her office was windows— ones that went from floor to ceiling.
"turn around and bend over." billie says lowly, hands still on your hips as you turn around. anxiety is back as you bend over, placing your palms flat against to window to hold yourself up. lights are on the office building across from yours and a few people are moving about inside. cars rush down below, people crowding the street, the city still well alive at only nine-forty pm.
that's when you realize people can see you. clearly see you. and that's what billie wants. if you weren't delirious with arousal before, you definitely are now. the more you think about people watching you, completely fucked out and under billie's control as she makes it worse for you, the more your pussy spasms and clenches around nothing.
warm, teasing hands trail up your backside before her skilled fingers are back on your pussy. billies middle and ring finger rub gentle circles over your aching hole, collecting an insane amount of slick, before slipping them back in. your head drops between your outstretched arms as the pleasure begins again. but that doesn't last long.
billies non-busy hand tangles into your hair, yanking your head back up. "pick your fuckin' head up." she pants out, sweat building on her forehead as she continues to pump her arm back and forth. "watch them watch you get fucked."
your eyes crack open— a look of pure sex washed over your face. when you see them, it's impossible to look away. two women in the mirroring office building, on the floor below the one that matches yours. they're staring, mouths open, switching glances between each other and the two of you.
"you like that, huh?" billie's voice is now husky, deep, like she's been talking for hours on end. she could feel your cunt tightening around her fingers, gushing all over her palm the more you stared at the other women.
"yes ma'am," you moan out, eyes closing finally when you see the two women quickly shuffle away, the lights in that room going out. but you knew there was probably someone, somewhere else, watching. and the thought still turned you on.
billie didn't respond. she just keeps finger fucking you, curling her fingers everytime they push all the way in. her thumb finds home on your aching clit again, gently going over it with the perfect speed. uncontainable noises come from you— moans, whines, whimpers, pleas. you head is let go of as her tattooed hand slithers down to grip your shoulder in order for her to pull you back onto her fingers.
"getting so loud for me, such pretty sounds." she coos gently, curling her fingers to drag more whimpers out of you. her eyes drop from your ass to watch her fingers get sucked greedily into your cunt. fluids coated her fingers and palm, her hand glistening in the low light of her office. "my hands so fuckin' soaked because of you."
"m-miss eilish... im so close," you whimper, trying to look back at her.
"you look at me like you're waiting for approval," billie chuckles lightly, movements slowing down to a torturously slow speed. she shakes her head gently which causes you to let out a pathetic whine. "and you hate when you don't get it."
she stills her fingers but keeps them in, curling them just right so that they rub against your g spot. a verbal command to not cum isn't given but through her actions its said. her thumb stays pressed against your clit and she can feel it pulsing with desperate need. "you want me to go easy on you?"
"no m-ma'am." you hiccup slightly, eyes welling with tears as you turn back to look out the window.
"no?" she mocks, tilting her head as your eyes lock in the reflection. "then act like it." her pace quickens again, thumb going back to working you perfectly, and you can feel a knot in your stomach form.
your thighs begin to shake feverishly as you pussy clenches around her thrusting fingers. "im s-so sorry, m-miss eilish ," you gasp, head tipped backwards as the beginning of your orgasm ripples through your body. "i'm t-too close!"
"poor thing," her voice sends you over the edge and your cumming before she can speak again. "cum for me, pretty girl. soak my fuckin' hand."
your orgasm crashes down on you so hard that billie has to slip her arm underneath you to hold you up. starts collide behind your eyelids as pleasure burns through every nerve in your body. mouth open in pure ecstasy— nothing but a silent scream escaping. it takes a few moments to come down from your high but once you do, billies helping your stand and wordlessly guiding you over to the couch thats to the right of her desk.
before she sits down, she slips off her belt, her black slacks following. the next thing that goes is her tie. her mouth connects to yours as she guides your hands up to the top button of her shirt. you get the hint immediately, beginning to unbutton her shirt quickly.
"it's good right there," billie stops you before you can take it off, almost as if shes suddenly shy. as she sits down, she tugs on your skirt until its at your ankles and you're stepping out of it. there's a moment where you get to admire her body and man does it have you frozen in place.
large breasts that were spilling over the cups on her pink bra, toned stomach complete with a belly button piercing, smooth skin that glistened slightly with sweat. what catches your eyes is a large dragon tattoo that expands from her thigh, over her hip, and stops on her lower stomach.
"like what you see?" billie chuckles, motioning for you to come straddle her thigh. you do so gently, hands on her shoulders as her bare thigh slots perfectly between yours. a gasp falls from your swollen lips as you feel her smooth skin brush against your overly sensitive core.
her hands find your hips, grinding you down. the action sends shockwaves of overstimulation through you which causes your stomach to tuck in and hips to lift. mouth open, eyes glossy, cheeks flushes, hair tousled— you're truly a sight for sore eyes. and billie's loving every second of it.
"you can take it, can't you?" her lip is brought between her teeth as she looks up at you with lidded eyes. you notice now that her pupils are blown wider than dinner plates as she watches you slowly begin to ride her thigh.
"yes ma'am." you whimper as the feeling begins to take over. the sound of sticky heat fills the room as you glide your pussy across her thigh, overstimulation turning into pure pleasure. billie thigh gets more coated with your fluids with each pass of you hips which has her pussy clenching with need.
the more wild your hips get, the more you lose balance, you knee scooting forward to press up against you boss's clothed core. the first moan from her all night escapes her lips as she lands a smack of approval on your ass.
"s-so, so close again," you shutter as the fuzzy feeling in your stomach intensifies, spreading through your body to your head. billie doesn't say anything— she just grinds your hips down harder until you're unraveling above her. through your orgasm, you somehow notice her hips grinding gently against your knee. once movements subside, you breathe out an ask; "can i help you, miss eilish?"
"on your knees." the sentence was simple but commanding and it had you slipping off of her and lowering to your knees in seconds. you look up at her through you lashes, the perfect doe-eyed look that drove her crazy. "see? you can listen."
it's clear you don't need to ask so you carefully pull her lacy pink thong to the side, gasping as you watch a string of slick connection from her entrance to the panties. a lustful smile breaks across your face as you collect it with your finger. billie quietly tells you to pull her thong off so you just that, throwing it behind you to be forgotten.
her pussys beyond pretty— shiny with arousal, puffy lips, swollen clit. you watch it throb for a moment before lifting her legs over your shoulders and bringing your head forward. a gentle kiss is placed on her clit and you can already taste her. her hands find the back of your head immediately, not controlling, just needed to hold onto you.
not being able to hold out, you lick a bold stripe up her pussy, moaning when her juices coat your tongue. a high-pitched, feminine moan fills the silence as billie's hips grind down against your mouth. you feel a sharp pain in your back and that's when you realize that her heels are still on, digging into your back as her legs closed.
"more, y/n, fuck!" her moans are just about the prettiest things you've ever heard as they fill your ears and rest deep in your mind. her heels digging into your back turn you on but also hurt and you gently ask her to slip them off. she actually listens, doing so quickly.
your tongue runs circles over her clit, lapping up the fluids there, before you drag it back down to her entrance. that earns you a loud whimper, her fingers tangling into your hair as she practically fucks your face. if you hadn't just came, you probably would have just there on the spot.
"fuck, you gonna let me use that pretty little face?" billie husks out, eyebrows screwed together in pleasure as her back arches, legs falling completely open.
"yes ma'am," you whisper against her pussy, the warm air causing her stomach to dip. you watch intently as her head lulls back, chest heaving, sweating covering her collarbones. her hips are bucking wildly against her face as your tongue flicks over her entrance, nose brushing her clit, desperate for more. billie had never needed someone this badly and she wasn't sure what it was about you that did this to her.
"feels so fuckin' good, god—" the words get caught in her throat as she looks down at you, so lost in pleasure that her eyes are barely open. her grip on your head is tight as she relentlessly grinds against you. she's close, you can tell— pussy tightening and gushing on your tongue. "gonna cum."
you let out a little mhmmm against her pussy and before you both know it, she's cumming all over your tongue. her mind goes blank as her body shakes, pleasure taking complete control of her. she feels completely in heaven as she rides out her high. you help her come down, eventually slowing your movements before you pull away completely.
"jesus y/n, that's the best head ive ever had." billie chuckles, closing her legs as you go pick up her thong in order to put it back on. she pulls you into her lap after, collecting herself in a kiss and she groans slightly when she can taste herself on your tongue.
"well, i didn't most of the work." you giggle against her lips.
"don't get smart with me now." her hands caress your sides as she scans over you. "so pretty." a blush creeps up your neck and you hide your face behind your hands.
"you gonna be late on your work again?" she asks, tapping your thigh.
