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girl where are u we miss u
I’ve been real busy
Sired
Vampire! Billie x newbie vampire! Reader
Warnings: blood mentions, feeding, biting, pain kink? Very intimate, Billie is kinda manipulating reader but idk? Vampire stuff
The dim glow of the city lights filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of Billie’s sprawling loft, casting long shadows across the antique furniture and the king-sized bed where you lay tangled in silk sheets. It had been months since Billie had turned you—her decision born out of love, desperation, and the fear of losing you to the mortal world. You were her girlfriend, her everything, but the transition into vampirism hadn’t been easy. The hunger gnawed at you constantly, a burning itch in your veins that animal blood could barely satisfy. Deer, rabbits, even the occasional stray cat—you’d tried it all, scavenging in the woods outside the city to avoid the one thing you dreaded: feeding on humans.
“I can’t do it, Billie,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you curled up against her side. She was taller than you, her lithe frame towering over yours even when you were both lying down, her arm draped possessively around your waist. Her skin was cool, like marble kissed by moonlight, but it radiated a warmth that only you could feel—the kind that came from centuries of existence, tempered by the fire of her undying affection for you. Her ocean-blue eyes, framed by those signature dark lashes, watched you with a mix of concern and something deeper, more primal.
“You have to feed properly, baby,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, laced with that signature rasp that sent shivers down your spine. Her fingers traced lazy circles on your bare back, under the oversized t-shirt you’d stolen from her wardrobe. “Animal blood isn’t enough anymore. You’re getting weaker—I can feel it. Your skin’s paler, your eyes are duller. If you don’t take from a vein soon…” She trailed off, her lips brushing against your forehead in a gentle kiss.
You shook your head, burying your face in the crook of her neck. The scent of her—vanilla mixed with something ancient and metallic, like aged wine and blood—made your fangs ache. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. Not like that. What if I can’t stop? What if I become a monster?”
Billie’s chuckle was soft, vibrating through her chest as she pulled you closer, her taller body enveloping yours like a protective shield. “You’re not a monster, love. You’re mine. And I’ve been doing this for over two hundred years. I know how to handle it.” She paused, her hand sliding down to cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet her gaze. There was a spark in her eyes, a secret she hadn’t shared yet, but you were too lost in your turmoil to notice. “What if… you fed from me?”
Your eyes widened, heart—though it barely beat anymore—stuttering in your chest. “From you? But… isn’t that dangerous? I mean, you’re a vampire too.”
She smirked, that playful, seductive curve of her lips that always made your knees weak. “Not dangerous for us. It’s intimate, yeah. Sharing blood between vampires… it bonds us. Makes the hunger easier to control. And honestly?” She leaned in, her breath ghosting over your lips. “I’ve wanted this for a while. To feel you take from me.”
You hesitated, the idea both terrifying and tantalizing. The thought of sinking your fangs into her skin, tasting her essence… it stirred something deep inside you, a heat that pooled low in your belly. But the hunger was winning, clawing at your insides like a wild animal. “Okay,” you whispered finally, your voice barely audible. “But… how?”
Billie shifted, propping herself up on one elbow, her black hair cascading over her shoulder like a dark waterfall. She was wearing nothing but a loose tank top and shorts, her toned legs stretching out beside you. With a graceful motion, she extended her arm, turning her wrist upward toward you. The pale skin there was flawless, a faint blue vein pulsing just beneath the surface, calling to you like a siren’s song. “From here. My wrist. It’s easier to control the flow. Just… bite down gently. Let your instincts guide you.”
You swallowed hard, scooting closer until you were nestled against her side, your smaller frame fitting perfectly into the curve of her body. Her free hand tangled in your hair, guiding your head down as you hovered over her wrist. The scent was overwhelming now—rich, intoxicating, far more potent than any animal’s. Your fangs extended instinctively, sharp and eager.
“Go on, baby,” she encouraged, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Take what you need. I’m right here.”
With a shaky breath, you pressed your lips to her skin first, a soft kiss that made her hum in approval. Then, driven by the unbearable craving, you bit down. Your fangs pierced her vein with surprising ease, and the first rush of her blood flooded your mouth—warm, velvety, exploding with flavor. It was like nothing you’d ever tasted: sweet and smoky, laced with the essence of Billie herself, her power, her age, her love. It surged through you, filling the emptiness, igniting every nerve ending.
Billie gasped, her body arching slightly as her fingers tightened in your hair. “Fuck, yes… that’s it,” she breathed, her voice husky with pleasure. Unknown to you, this wasn’t just feeding. This was blood sharing—an ancient ritual among vampires, one that forged unbreakable bonds. As her blood coursed into you, it wove threads of connection, binding your soul to hers in ways deeper than mere romance. You were becoming sired to her, your will subtly aligning with hers, a romantic tether that would make you crave her commands, her touch, her presence even more intensely. But in this moment, all you felt was ecstasy.
You drank deeper, your hands clutching her arm as if it were a lifeline. The intimacy of it was overwhelming—the way her blood pulsed in rhythm with your swallows, the soft moans escaping her lips. She watched you with hooded eyes, her taller form leaning over you protectively, one leg draping over yours to pin you closer. “God, you look so beautiful like this,” she murmured, her free hand trailing down your side, slipping under your shirt to caress the soft skin of your stomach. “My little vampire, finally taking what’s yours.”
The heat built between you, the feeding turning into something more erotic with every pull. Your body responded, hips shifting restlessly against hers as a fire ignited in your core. Billie’s blood wasn’t just sustenance; it was an aphrodisiac, amplifying every sensation. You could feel her desire echoing through the bond, a mirror to your own. Reluctantly, you pulled back after a few long moments, licking the puncture wounds clean as they began to heal almost instantly. Your lips were stained red, and you looked up at her, dazed and breathless.
“How do you feel?” she asked, her voice a low purr as she pulled you up to straddle her lap. Her hands settled on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles that sent sparks through you.
“Alive,” you gasped, your hands resting on her shoulders. “Like… like I could feel everything. You… inside me.” The words tumbled out, and you felt a strange pull, an urge to please her, to submit to her in ways you hadn’t before. It was the siring taking hold, but you mistook it for the afterglow of the feed.
Billie’s smile was knowing, her eyes darkening with lust as she flipped you onto your back in one fluid motion, her taller body hovering over yours. “That’s because we shared, baby. It’s special. Connects us… forever.” She didn’t elaborate on the siring—not yet. Instead, she captured your lips in a searing kiss, tasting her own blood on your tongue. It was messy, passionate, her fangs grazing your lower lip just enough to draw a bead of your own blood, which she sucked gently.
You moaned into her mouth, your legs wrapping around her waist as she pressed down, her body grinding against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The silk sheets twisted around you as her hands explored, pushing up your shirt to expose your breasts. Her mouth trailed down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin where your pulse would have been, if you still had one. “You’re mine now, more than ever,” she whispered against your collarbone, her voice laced with possession. “Feel that? The way your body responds to me?”
You nodded frantically, arching into her touch as her fingers teased your nipples, pinching just hard enough to make you whimper. The bond thrummed between you, heightening every caress, every kiss. She was right—you felt sired, drawn to her like a moth to flame, but it only fueled the heat. “Billie… please,” you begged, your hands tugging at her tank top, desperate to feel her skin against yours.
She obliged, stripping off her top in a graceful arc, revealing her toned torso and the faint scars from centuries past—marks that only added to her allure. Leaning down, she kissed a path down your body, her taller frame allowing her to loom over you dominantly. Her lips found your breast, sucking and teasing until you were writhing beneath her. “So responsive,” she growled, her hand sliding between your thighs, fingers dipping into your wetness through your shorts.
The night blurred into a haze of pleasure as she took her time, undressing you slowly, savoring every inch of your smaller body. She whispered praises in your ear—“My perfect girl,” “So fucking hot when you need me”—as her fingers plunged inside you, curling expertly to hit that spot that made stars explode behind your eyes. You came undone under her, crying out her name, but she wasn’t done. Flipping you onto your stomach, she pulled your hips up, her body covering yours from behind, her fangs grazing your shoulder as she entered you with her fingers agin.
The rhythm was relentless, intimate, her taller form dominating as she thrust deep, her body crowding over yours, her free hand wrapped around your waist. “Feel me, baby? All of me,” she panted, her voice rough with desire. The bond amplified it all—the way her blood still lingered in your veins, making every sensation electric. You came again, harder this time, the siring making you crave her control, her dominance.
Hours later, as dawn approached and you lay spent in her arms, she finally explained. “What we did… it’s called blood sharing. It connects vampires romantically, deeper than just love. And for a new one like you… it sires you to me. Means you’ll feel pulled to obey, to please me. But don’t worry,” she added, kissing your temple, “I’ll never abuse it. It’s just… us. Forever.”
You smiled weakly, nestled against her chest, the pull feeling right, like home. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
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“obsessed with you” obsessed!billie x kehlani ₊˚⊹ ᰔ Gxg imagines
contains: obssessive behaviour, pussy!drunk billie, strap on smut, cunniligus
the room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp and the city lights slipping through half-closed blinds. kehlani’s lying on her back on the king bed, legs slightly parted, wearing nothing but black lace panties that sit low on her hips. the fresh ink is still a little raised.
billie’s name in delicate, flowing calligraphy, scripted just above the sharp lines of her existing “tsunami” tattoo, right where her abdomen dips toward her pelvis. the letters curve elegantly, black against warm brown skin, still tender when touched.
billie can’t stop staring.
she’s kneeling between kehlani’s thighs, hoodie discarded somewhere on the floor, wearing only loose boxers and the harness already strapped on. her eyes are dark, pupils blown, tracing every loop of her own name like she’s memorizing it all over again.
“fuck,” billie breathes, voice rough. “you really did it.”
kehlani bites her lip, a shy smile tugging at the corner. “told you i would.”
billie leans down slow, palms sliding up kehlani’s sides, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just under her ribs. she presses her lips to the very edge of the fresh tattoo. soft at first, testing.
kehlani hisses quietly, the spot still raw, but the sting mixes with heat when billie’s tongue flicks out, tasting salt and new ink.
“does it hurt?” billie murmurs against her skin.
“a little.” kehlani’s voice is breathy. “feels good though.”
billie hums approval. she kisses lower, following the curve of the letters, then higher, retracing them with open-mouthed presses. her hands roam up, cupping kehlani’s breasts, thumbs circling already hard nipples before she slides her mouth over one.
she sucks gently at first—teasing—then harder, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make kehlani arch. a soft moan slips out, kehlani’s fingers threading into billie’s hair, holding her there.
“billie—”
billie switches to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, sucking until kehlani’s hips twitch upward, seeking friction. the ache between her legs is building fast, panties already damp.
billie finally pulls off with a wet pop, looking up through her lashes. “you taste so good everywhere.”
she kisses a trail back down—sternum, ribs, navel—until her mouth hovers right over the new ink again. this time she lingers, lips brushing the “b,” then the double “l,” then the “i” that curls into the “e.” kehlani’s breathing picks up, stomach fluttering under the attention.
billie’s hands hook into the waistband of the lace and tug them down slow, peeling them off kehlani’s legs. she tosses them aside, then spreads kehlani’s thighs wider, settling between them properly.
the sight of her—glistening, swollen, waiting—makes billie’s mouth water.
“look at you,” billie whispers, thumbs spreading her open. “already so wet for me.”
kehlani whimpers, hips lifting instinctively.
billie doesn’t tease long. she leans in and drags her tongue flat from entrance to clit in one long, slow stroke. kehlani’s back bows, a choked “oh god” falling from her lips.
billie groans at the taste sweet, heady, addictive. she dives back in like she’s starving, tongue circling kehlani’s clit in tight, insistent patterns, then dipping lower to push inside her, fucking her with shallow thrusts.
kehlani’s hands fist the sheets. “billie—fuck! right there—”
billie hums against her, the vibration making kehlani’s thighs shake. she’s messy with it, chin slick, lips swollen, completely lost. pussy drunk, eyes half-lidded, focused only on the way kehlani clenches around her tongue, the little sounds she makes, the way her hips roll trying to chase more.
she sucks kehlani’s clit between her lips, flicking fast, then slow, then fast again until kehlani’s crying out, back arching hard.
“don’t stop! please—”
billie doesn’t. she slides two fingers in beside her tongue, curling them up against that spot that makes kehlani sob. she pumps steady while her mouth stays latched on kehlani’s clit, sucking in rhythm.
kehlani comes hard, whole body tensing, thighs clamping around billie’s head, a broken moan tearing out of her throat. billie works her through it, licking slower, softer, until kehlani’s trembling and oversensitive.
but billie isn’t done.
she kisses her way back up kehlani’s body, slow, reverent, until their mouths meet. the kiss is filthy, kehlani tasting herself on billie’s tongue, moaning into it. their tongues slide together, wet and desperate.
billie pulls back just enough to murmur against kehlani’s lips, “you want more?”
kehlani nods frantically. “need you inside me.”
billie reaches down, adjusting the strap, thick, veined silicone, already slick from where she’d coated it earlier. she lines up, nudging the head against kehlani’s entrance, teasing.
“say it.”
“please,” kehlani breathes, legs wrapping around billie’s waist. “fuck me, billie.”
billie pushes in slow, inch by inch, watching kehlani’s face the whole time. kehlani’s mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut as she’s stretched full.
“so tight,” billie groans, bottoming out. she stays there a second, letting kehlani adjust, feeling the way she flutters around the strap.
then she starts moving, slow rolls at first, grinding deep, hitting every spot. kehlani’s nails dig into billie’s back, urging her faster.
billie picks up pace—harder thrusts, hips snapping forward. the bed creaks under them, skin slapping skin. kehlani’s moans turn into gasps, words dissolving into “yes~fuck~ harder—”
billie hooks one of kehlani’s legs over her shoulder, changing the angle, driving deeper. the new position lets her grind against kehlani’s clit with every thrust.
“look at me,” billie demands.
kehlani’s eyes open, glassy, locked on billie’s.
“that’s it. watch me fuck you.” billie punctuates with a sharp thrust that makes kehlani cry out. “this pussy’s mine. say it.”
“yours,” kehlani gasps. “all yours- billie~”
billie leans down, capturing her mouth again, swallowing every sound as she pounds into her. one hand slips between them, fingers finding kehlani’s clit, rubbing fast circles.
kehlani breaks the kiss, head thrown back. “gonna come- fuck—”
“come on my cock,” billie growls against her throat. “let me feel it.”
kehlani shatters, harder than before, walls pulsing, thighs shaking, a sob ripping out as she comes undone. billie fucks her through it, chasing her own high from the friction against her clit, the sounds kehlani’s making, the way she clenches so tight.
when kehlani finally goes limp, panting, billie slows, grinding deep one last time before pulling out carefully.
she collapses beside her, pulling kehlani into her arms. kehlani curls into her chest, still trembling.
billie kisses her forehead, then her lips, soft now.
“you okay?” she whispers.
kehlani nods, smiling sleepy. “more than okay.”
billie’s fingers trace the new tattoo again, gentle this time.
“i love seeing my name on you.”
kehlani laughs quietly. “good. ‘cause it’s permanent.”
billie grins, nuzzling into her neck. “good.”
they stay tangled like that, sweaty, satisfied, breathing each other in, until sleep starts pulling at them both.
kehlani’s last thought before drifting off is how billie’s hand stays protectively over the ink, like she’s claiming it all over again.
and billie? she’s already thinking about round two when they wake up.
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“let me see you twirl”⋆˙⟡ sub!kehlani x dom!billie Gxg imagines
contains + summary : after kehlani flirts with other girls at a party, billie’s jealousy explodes at home. she punishes her bratty girlfriend by edging her with strict commands during masturbation. when kehlani cums without permission, billie snaps, straps on and fucks her hard and deep, demanding repeated “sorry”s between punishing thrusts.
the tension had been building all fucking day.
kehlani and billie had been at some industry party, the kind where everyone was grinding up on each other, flashing fake smiles, sipping overpriced cocktails.
kehlani, always the social butterfly, had been chatting up a group of girll but billie saw red. her girlfriend’s hand lingering a second too long on some chick’s arm, the way kehlani laughed a little too hard at their jokes.
that pissed billie off. they’d had words about it before, boundaries and all that shit, but kehlani always pushed. always tested.
by the time they left, the car ride home was dead silent, thick with rage. billie gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles bleached white, jaw locked, staring straight ahead.
kehlani sat shotgun, arms crossed tight, lips in that defiant little pout billie both loved and fucking hated. “what’s your problem?” kehlani finally snapped.
billie didn’t look at her. “my problem? you’re the one out there acting like a thirsty bitch, talking to every slut in the room.”
kehlani rolled her eyes hard. “oh come on, billie. it was nothing. you’re being paranoid as fuck.”
“paranoid?” billie’s voice cracked sharp. “you were practically eye-fucking that girl with the tattoos. don’t play dumb with me, lani.”
kehlani huffed, turning to the window. “whatever. you’re always on my ass about this. maybe if you trusted me—”
“trust you?” billie barked a bitter laugh, tires screeching as she whipped into their driveway. “you make it real fucking hard when you’re out there being a brat every chance you get.”
they stormed inside, door slamming loud enough to rattle the windows. kehlani kicked her heels off, flung her purse onto the couch like it owed her money. “fine, be mad. i don’t give a fuck,” she muttered, heading for the kitchen.
billie was on her in a heartbeat, snatching her wrist, spinning her around. “oh you don’t give a fuck? cute. but you’re about to start giving one real quick.”
kehlani’s eyes flared, surprise mixed with that familiar bratty spark. “let go of me, billie.”
“no.” billie’s grip tightened, voice dropping low, dangerous. “you’ve been pushing my buttons all night, lani. acting like a little slut, ignoring everything we talked about. you think you can just talk to whoever, flirt with whoever, and there won’t be consequences?”
kehlani tugged, but billie pinned her back against the counter, bodies inches apart, heat crackling despite the fight. kehlani’s breath hitched, attitude cracking under billie’s stare. “it wasn’t flirting,” she said, weaker now.
billie leaned in, lips ghosting her ear. “bullshit. and now you’re gonna pay for it.” she let go of the wrist but didn’t move back. “strip. right now.”
kehlani hesitated, cheeks burning. “billie—”
“i said strip, kehlani. don’t make me fucking repeat myself.”
with a glare that could cut glass, kehlani yanked her top off, bra next, skirt and panties hitting the floor until she stood bare, skin prickling under billie’s hungry eyes. billie didn’t touch her—just watched, arms crossed, fire in her gaze.
“good girl,” billie murmured, tone anything but gentle. “bedroom. now. on your back, legs spread.”
kehlani swallowed, the order sending a shameful thrill straight to her core. she obeyed, padding naked down the hall, climbing onto their king bed. cool sheets against fevered skin, she spread her thighs wide, pussy already glistening, betraying how much this fucked-up power play turned her on.
billie followed slow, shedding layers until she was in just boxers and sports bra. she stood at the foot of the bed, staring down like kehlani was prey. “touch yourself,” she ordered. “show me how wet you got from being such a brat.”
kehlani’s hand slid down, fingers slipping through slick folds. she was drenched, clit swollen and pulsing as she circled it slow. a soft moan slipped out, eyes locked on billie.
“that’s it,” billie husked. “rub that pretty clit. but when i say stop, you fucking stop. no cumming without permission. got it?”
kehlani nodded, lip caught between her teeth. “yes, daddy.”
billie knelt between her legs, close but untouching, watching every move. kehlani’s breaths sped up, hips twitching as she worked herself closer.
“stop.”
kehlani whimpered, yanking her hand away. her whole body shook. “daddy, please…”
“shut up and start again. slower.”
kehlani obeyed, lazy circles now, the denial making every touch electric. she moaned louder, gripping the sheets.
“stop.”
“fuuuck,” kehlani groaned, pulling back again, pussy clenching on nothing. “this isn’t fair.”
billie smirked. “fair? you think flirting with other bitches is fair? keep going.”
kehlani dove back in, faster, chasing it hard. back arching, toes curling, so close—
“stop.”
kehlani cried out, obeyed, trembling, sweat slicking her skin. “billie i can’t… i need to cum so bad.”
“not yet. one more. make it good.”
fingers shaking, kehlani plunged two inside, thumb frantic on her clit. wet sounds filled the room, pleas spilling out. “oh god billie please…”
“stop.”
but this time kehlani couldn’t. her body ignored the word, fingers pumping as the orgasm ripped through her. she squirted a little, convulsing, crying out. “fuck—fuck i’m sorry—”
billie snapped.
she was off the bed in a flash, yanking the strap-on from the drawer, buckling it on fast. thick silicone cock standing proud. “what the fuck did i say?” she growled, climbing back between kehlani’s thighs.
kehlani was still twitching, pussy fluttering. “i’m sorry billie… i couldn’t help it…”
“too fucking bad.” billie grabbed her hips, flipped her onto her stomach. “you cum without permission? now i’m fucking you until you learn.”
she teased the tip against kehlani’s soaked entrance, then slammed in deep in one brutal thrust. kehlani screamed into the pillow, stretch burning so good. billie didn’t pause—pulled almost out, rammed back in. “what did i say about cumming?” each word punctuated by a punishing snap of hips.
“i’m sorry!” kehlani gasped, fists in sheets. “i’m so fucking sorry!”
billie fucked her relentlessly, harness slapping ass, skin on skin loud. “sorry doesn’t cut it. you think you can disobey me? flirt with those whores then cum like a desperate slut?”
kehlani’s moans muffled, g-spot battered with every stroke. “i won’t—fuck billie harder!”
billie yanked her hair, arching her back. “beg for it. say you’re mine.”
“yours,” kehlani sobbed, tears of pleasure streaking. “all yours.”
billie flipped her again, hooked legs over shoulders, driving deeper. “look at me. tell me you’re sorry while i fuck this pussy.”
kehlani’s hazy eyes met hers. “i’m sorry… so sorry for talking to them… for being a brat… fuck i’m sorry!”
billie crashed their mouths together, biting, hips never slowing. kehlani scratched down her back, another orgasm coiling tight.
“can i cum?” kehlani begged, voice wrecked.
“not yet,” billie snarled, grinding her own clit against the base. “hold it.”
kehlani sobbed. “i can’t—”
“cum now, slut. cum on this dick.”
kehlani broke apart, clenching hard, screaming billie’s name. billie chased her own high right after, grinding until she shuddered.
they collapsed, panting. billie eased out, tossed the harness, pulled kehlani close. “you okay?” soft kiss to her forehead.
kehlani nodded, curling in. “yeah… intense.”
billie chuckled. “good. don’t make me do it again.”
but they both knew she would.
billie wasn’t done.
she grabbed the strap, still slick. “clean it.”
kehlani blinked, then opened her mouth. billie fed her the silicone, slow at first, then deeper. “taste yourself, baby.” hand in kehlani’s hair, guiding her to take it all. kehlani gagged, tears welling, but sucked obediently, tongue swirling, throat working.
billie groaned. “good fucking girl.”
then she pushed kehlani flat, spread her thighs, dove in with her mouth. tongue flat against oversensitive folds, lapping slow. “you think you deserve this after disobeying?”
kehlani bucked. “please billie… more…”
billie sucked her clit, slid two fingers in, curling. built her right to the edge—then stopped. pulled away.
“please,” kehlani whined. “i learned my lesson.”
“not yet.” billie flipped her onto all fours. hand cracked down hard on her ass. “count.”
“one… two… fuck three…”
red handprints bloomed. after ten, billie strapped up again, lined up from behind, slammed in. “what did i say about those bitches?”
“not to talk to them… i’m sorry!” kehlani cried, ass jiggling with every thrust.
billie reached around, rubbed furious circles on her clit. “cum again. show me you’re mine.”
kehlani shattered once more, collapsing forward.
billie held her after, whispering soft apologies for the fight but firm reminders of the rules.
they showered together, billie soaping her gently, fingers slipping between her legs one last time—slow, sweet circles until kehlani came soft and quiet against her chest. “good girl,” billie praised.
back in bed, tangled and warm, the fight dissolved into post-sex haze. kehlani’s bratty spark still flickered though—enough to promise there’d be more nights like this.
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“RUNWAY BITCH”.
⤷ SMUT ₊ ⊹ dom!billie + sub!reader = strap usage
➤ summary : backstage, with ten minutes to spare, billie—your fashion designer, chooses sex over duty—pulling you into the back rooms and ignoring the calls of your name, letting the world wait while she refuses to.
the name “eileen” will be used to replace “y/n.” ⊹₊⟡⋆
hermés, one of the most high brands that originated in france, with a wide range of products, shoes, jewelry, perfumes, luxury dresses, and every damn thing.
celebrities attend fashion shows solely because of the brand name, seeking inspiration from other designers’ creativity and indulging in eye-catching shopping.
billie eilish, a high-top fashion designer, with billboards, commercials, and fashion shows. she was a fucking star. collaborating with brands like prada, burberry, balenciaga, louis vuitton, chanel, and many others.
at a young age, she began as a small designer, barely having the funds to purchase accessories for her art. she sewed everything she could find. It all took a turn when a few of her pieces were scouted. one of her friends decided to wear one of her pieces out in public, and years later, she started seeing her designs on women walking down runways.
sometimes, billie herself would scout models to attend to runways and wear her clothes, and that’s exactly what happened.
she ended up scouting eileen, an unknown, chic, and overly beautiful woman. eileen was tall with curly hair that cascaded her. she had a beautiful figure, that fitted perfectly within the clothes. nice ass, but not too big, just in between, and light hazel eyes. her eyebrows were thin, yet perfectly shaped, including the few moles on her face.
billie made eileen a star. she has been promoting her ever since she scouted her, and now she’s at the top.
eileen, currently backstage, was preparing to model for one of billie’s pieces for hermes. she had her makeup and hair done, while the other models were doing the same. everyone was rushing.
eileen had on a long white dress that clung to her frame, the fabric sweeping the floor. one side of the gown was cut away, exposing the curve of her waist and hip, making it appear sexy yet elegant. the single strap rested on her shoulder, and the way the dress fell around her made her seem like she was out of a painting.
the show was starting soon, really soon.
people would frequently ask eileen, interviewers, and everyone else, “how do you stay relevant?,” “how are you still doing runways?,” and “how are you getting more famous?”
they made allegations that she was having sex with billie to keep her fame relevant, but eileen would quickly deny them, telling the truth.
but was it the truth? how could it be true when, right now, at this very moment, she could feel billie’s fingertips lightly grazing over her chest, then softly grasping her breasts through the fabric?
billie had informed everyone that she was gonna help dress eileen in one of the backrooms. the dress itself was complicated to put on, and since she had designed it, she wanted to ensure that it was on properly.
but, like always, one thing led to another.
eileen’s front pressed against the wall, her hands desperately grasping the flat surface for support. her cheek pressed against the coldness of it, and her mouth hung open. her eyes fluttered close, only to reopen, her chest blooming with pleasure.
the dressing room was dim and tidy, with sketches pinned to the wall, fabric swatches scattered across the desk, a mannequin standing quietly by the window, and a big mirror leaning nearby, catching light.
billie stood behind eileen, her other hand holding her dress carefully to prevent it from bunching up before the show. billie’s own dress brushed against eileen’s from behind as she pushed her hips forward, causing the model’s breath to hitch. eileen felt the addicting depths of the dildo that was connected to billie’s hips, pushing in further.
billie’s eyes focused as the woman took the silicone in, her inner lips closing around the tip before the girth. eileen’s nipples hardened at the sensation, as she had the instinct to grasp her own breasts.
eileen placed a flat palm on the wall, trying to maintain her composure. her eyes rolled backward, as her body pushed against the surface whenever billie thrusted.
billie nuzzled the strap deeper, feeling the euphoric pressure against her clit, moaning against the model’s ear. she extended her hand before connecting it to eileen’s flushed skin, before landing a sharp slap on her ass, making her tilt her head backwards onto billie’s shoulder, as if she was almost surrounding herself to her.
already, it was like eileen couldn’t get enough, she wanted every part of billie’s skin her onto hers. her body felt so sensitive, that almost every touch made her more aroused, including the smell of billie’s scent.
billie’s eyes darted to the side, where the large mirror hung, watching her make eileen crumble. they both had hair all over their faces, and billie’s lips were lightly parted, with smudged lipstick. billie kept her stance behind eileen, and eileen looked like a complete slut. both of their feet were trying to withstand balance in their heels.
eileen’s inner walls tightened around the strap, sending shocks straight to billie’s clit, shooting up her spine, causing billie to thrust faster, holding in the loud moan that sat deep within her lungs, almost guttural.
then suddenly, billie stopped, she stopped thrusting, letting the strap just sit for a bit, seeing how eileen would react.
eileen waited a beat—attempting to remain patient. her body sensed what billie was doing, she tucked her bottom lip in between her teeth, feeling her center anticipating for her next move. “billie…,” she breathed.
billie didn’t respond; she was quiet like a robot without batteries. billie stuck two fingers inside her own mouth, coating it with her spit, her cheeks caving in before she took them out— saliva following her fingers, before bringing them to eileen’s mouth, pushing her fingers against her lips.
eileen parted her lips, taking in billie’s fingers, sucking on them, saliva dribbling down her chin, messy. with billie still not making another move, the model thrust herself backwards, pushing herself onto the dildo, not being able to be patient anymore, needing the urge to ease the ache.
perhaps it was billie’s ego, or even pride that got the best of her. the fact that eileen was such a slut, unable to wait even two minutes before fucking herself, infuriated billie. instead of allowing billie to take control, billie couldn’t stand it.
keeping her fingers inside eileen’s mouth, billie placed the other one firmly on her hips. then, before thrusting foward again. repeatedly. the clapping nosies in the room echoing through the thin walls.
eileen’s legs buckled, and her mouth parted open, with her eyebrows screwed together. “who made you famous baby, huh?.. who made this happen for you?,” billie’s feminine voice husked.
eileen’s arousal was trailing down her thighs, soaking her warm skin. she wanted to, she tried, but eileen couldn’t give billie an answer; her capability to speak was almost gone.
a dragged moan escaped her lips as billie’s palm slapped her ass again. “come on, answer for me. you can do it,” billie gently bit her earlobe, causing her to tighten around it once more.
eileen felt like she was on top of the world, her mind buzzing solely with thoughts of billie. she was a supermodel, having consistently good sex with one of the biggest fashion designers—the same designer who had made her who she is today.
with everything she had within her, she forced her lips to form words, then she muttered, “you.” and that’s all it took before she felt billie’s lips crack a smile against her neck. “mhm, that’s right,” she hummed against eileen’s ear.
“where the hell is she? the show starts in ten minutes,” they both heard from outside the room, near the hallway. the nagging sound of one of the backstage managers clearly searching for eileen.
“she’s supposed to be dressed, and goddamn ready.” billie could hear the footsteps of them searching around in the hall, their heels tapping against the hard floor, looking.
billie’s thighs twitched, the dildo pressing firmly against her clit, sending fireworks through her body, a tingling sensation running though her lower abdomen, causing the sound of her moans to become lighter.
“so fucking good,” billie’s voice cracked, her stance getting weaker.
one of the members from behind the door muttered, “fucking—shit,” before banging against the door, yanking the knob. “is she ready? the hell is going on?.”
but it seemed as if the nagging gave billie more adrenaline?
billie leaned her head down, wetting her tongue in her own saliva—coating it completely. she then licked it flatly up the models’ back where her skin peeked from the dress.
eileen’s legs buckled, and her toes curled tighter within her heels as billie’s teeth grazed her skin, causing her back to arch.
Instinctively, eileen removed her palm from the wall—grabbing onto the dress she was wearing, as if the fabric itself would help her maintain her balance. her fist clenched the dress tightly.
billie noticed this before swatting eileen’s hand away, preventing her from ruining the dress she had meticulously designed, causing the woman to whine. “ come on, you know better than that,“ billie muttered against her back, her breath causing chills against eileen’s skin.
“we need eileen to open the goddamn show,” the person shouted louder. “come on, we already have people waiting. this is fucking bullshit,” they banged louder.
with another free hand, billie’s palm reached around eileen’s dress, finding her cleavage. she pulled the front down, causing her breast to slip out. the air hit her firm nipples, making her want to drool, as they bounced with the motion.
everything just felt overly euphoric.
feeling an overly warm wave of butterflies floating past her, eileen’s consciousness blurred, as if she didn’t exist for a moment, as if she could only feel. 
the echo of billie’s moans began to tune out from her ears as she reached her hand down, connecting her fingers to her wet clit. billie’s eyes, as always, noticed. she swatted eileen’s hand away and replaced it with her own.
eileen began to hold onto billie’s wrist as her fingers massaged her clit, her swollen bud peeking from in-between the inner labia at the top. the friction was taking over her, her back was falling against billie’s warm front.
@falestales this is kind of long but whateverrrr.
: ̗̀➛ BLONDE!BILLIE X STRAP HARNESS
Men, hide your wives, fear the sight—Strap Billie’s out tonight 😭 lmaooo.
Milf Billie headcannons
Milf!billie x spoiled!reader
Tw:none ;)
milf!Billie who stands in the doorway watching you struggle to reach something on the top shelf just so she has an excuse to walk over and press up behind you.
“You could’ve asked,” she murmurs, reaching above your head easily.
You cross your arms. “I didn’t need help.”
She smirks. “You’re too short for that kind of attitude.”
Her hand lingers at your waist a second longer than necessary.
spoiled!reader who pouts dramatically when Billie says no to buying you something — even though you know she’s going to cave in five minutes.
“You’re ridiculous,” she sighs, already pulling out her card.
You grin. “But you love it.”
She leans close to your ear. “I love you. The attitude? Still deciding.”
She buys it anyway.
Milf!Billie who knew you were trouble the second she walked into that coffee shop. As you stared into her soul from behind the counter while she ordered a Carmel frappe extra Carmel on top,
She’s here quite often actually but each time u take her order wondering if it’ll change, if she’ll add something more. But she never does,
now this isn’t the first time Billie’s came to this coffee shop or ordered this drink.
each time she looks back at you who’s already staring into her blue eyes, the tension gets thicker, stronger, harder to ignore.
Until one day Billie walks into while ur clocking out she invites you to take a seat with her.
You two had a nice chat but let’s just say that night ended with you waking up in a bed that isn’t familiar and an unforgettable night.
milf!Billie who absolutely loves when you act like a brat in public — subtle, playful defiance.
You roll your eyes at her teasing comment.
She grips your chin lightly, tilting your face toward hers.
“Careful,” she says softly, not mad — amused.
The look she gives you makes your stomach flip ruining your underwear.
spoiled!reader who steals her hoodies constantly and refuses to give them back.
“You have your own clothes,” she says.
You shrug, adjusting the sleeves that swallow your hands. “Yours are better.”
She just stares at you for a second before walking over, tugging you into her chest.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
spoiled!reader who absolutely melts when she calls you out.
“You love when I put you in your place,” she says softly.
You roll your eyes.
“You wish”
She tilts her head, steps closer.
“Say it again with that attitude.”
You don’t.
Because the way she’s looking at you makes it hard to breathe.
milf!Billie who drags her thumb along your jaw when you’re mid-argument.
Not to shut you up.
Just to distract you.
And it works.
Your words slow. Your voice softens.
She smirks.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “That’s what I thought.”
spoiled!reader who pretends to argue when she hands you her card.
“Billie, I don’t need all this.”
She steps closer, sliding the card into your back pocket herself.
“I know you don’t,” she says softly. “I want you to have it.”
The look in her eyes? Not about money.
About control. About taking care of you.
spoiled!reader who tests her limits in public just to see what she’ll do.
You pout when she tells you no to something small.
She studies you for a second… then sighs dramatically.
“Fine.”
You grin instantly.
She leans close to your ear. “You’re going to be the death of my bank account.”
“But you love me.”
She kisses your cheek. “Unfortunately.”
spoiled!reader who absolutely milks it when she’s sick.
“You need anything?” Billie asks for the tenth time.
You blink up at her. “A smoothie?”
She’s already grabbing her keys.
“Anything else?”
You hesitate.
“New pajamas?”
She narrows her eyes at you… then laughs.
“Brat.”
But the pajamas still show up that night.
SABRINA CARPENTER
“lost cause” orgy!billie MDNI
the mansion sprawled out like a dream under the late afternoon sun, its walls gleaming against the manicured lawns. billie stood in the grand foyer, directing her team.
“okay, lights over there—yeah, make sure the camera catches the natural glow from the windows,” she called out, her voice echoing off the high ceilings.
the place was pristine, every surface dusted and polished, ready for the chaos of filming her “lost cause” music video.
she’d handpicked the dancers herself over social media—girls who moved like fire, their bodies attuned to every beat. they were all pros, hired for their skill, but billie couldn’t deny the vibe they brought, a mix of energy and allure that made the air hum.
the setup took a few minutes. billie’s team—cameramen, stylists, a few producers—bustled around, stringing fairy lights across the living room, scattering plush pillows on the floor, and positioning speakers that thumped with test tracks.
the mansion smelled of fresh citrus from the cleaners they’d used, mixed with the faint vanilla of billie’s perfume as she paced, adjusting outfits. she wore a loose tank and shorts, her skin pale and smooth under the golden hour light filtering in. the dancers arrived in waves, each one more stunning than the last: lithe bodies in crop tops and leggings, hair tied back, ready to sweat.
nikole with her fiery red hair, lexee’s dirty blonde bangs framing her sharp features, joya, her dark skin glowing under the lights, and nataly, with her effortless grace. they laughed as they stretched, the sound bubbling like champagne.
filming kicked off with the beat dropping—bass vibrating through the floors, billie’s voice crooning over the speakers. “you ain’t nothing but a lost cause, and this ain't nothin' like it once was, know you think you're such an outlaw,” she lip-synced, her blue eyes locking onto the camera as the girls danced around her.
their bodies twisted and popped, hips swaying in sync, the air thick with the scent of sweat and hairspray. billie’s heart raced, not just from the performance but from the way the girls moved, their touches accidental yet electric during choreography. a hand brushing her waist, a laugh shared mid-take.
the mansion transformed into a playground of rhythm, walls echoing with claps and whoops. hours blurred—takes retaken, lighting tweaked—until the sun dipped low, painting the rooms in twilight hues.
by nightfall, it was wrapped. “that’s a cut! we’re done!” billie yelled, collapsing onto a couch with a grin. her team high-fived, packing up gear, but the energy lingered.
the girls cheered, bodies glistening, hair tousled. “sleepover time,” billie announced, her voice husky from singing. the mansion was theirs now—girls only, as planned. her team filtered out a couple hours later, leaving behind a quiet that felt intimate, charged.
the air cooled, carrying the night’s chill through open windows, but the warmth from the day’s exertion hung on.
the fun ramped up quick.
water guns appeared from somewhere.
nikole grabbed one first, her red hair whipping as she squirted lexee, who shrieked and retaliated. water sprayed in arcs, soaking shirts, making fabric cling to skin. laughter rang out, feet slipping on the marble floors.
“gotcha!” joya yelled, her dark curls bouncing as she aimed at nataly, who dodged with a dancer’s grace. billie joined in, her blonde strands dripping, blue eyes alight with joy. the bullseye targets came next—set up in the backyard under floodlights.
they took turns, arrows thwacking into foam, cheers for hits, groans for misses. the night air smelled of wet grass and chlorine from the pool nearby, stars peeking through clouds.
dinner was casual—pizza boxes scattered on the kitchen island. they ate cross-legged on the floor, sharing stories between bites. movie night followed, the massive screen in the living room flickering to life.
blankets piled high, pillows everywhere. the girls sprawled out, bodies close in the dim light, the film’s soundtrack a low hum. billie’s team had long gone, the mansion now a cocoon of feminine energy.
but not everyone could stay. a few girls glanced at their phones, sighing.
“i’ve got an early audition tomorrow,” one of the dancer said, hugging billie goodbye. others nodded—rehearsals, flights, life pulling them away. hugs exchanged, doors closing softly, until only four remained with billie—nikole, her red hair fanned out on a pillow, lexee, bangs falling into her eyes, joya, curled up with a blanket, and nataly, stretching lazily. they lay on the plush carpet, the film’s glow casting shadows on their faces. the room smelled of popcorn butter and faint perfume, bodies warm from proximity.
billie shifted, her blue eyes scanning the group. the movie droned on, but her mind buzzed. “hey,” she whispered, voice cutting through the quiet.
“this is getting boring. truth or dare?” grins spread, a ripple of excitement. they sat up, forming a loose circle, knees brushing. the carpet was soft under their palms, the air thickening with anticipation.
“okay, i’ll start,” billie said, her blonde hair tucked behind an ear. she pointed randomly—her finger landing on nikole. “nikole, truth or dare?”
nikole’s red hair caught the light, her lips curving. “dare,” she said boldly, light hazel eyes flashing.
billie leaned in, blue eyes mischievous. “kiss the girl you have a crush on.”
a beat of silence, then nikole’s gaze swept the circle. it landed on lexee, whose dirty blonde bangs hid a blush. without hesitation, nikole crawled forward, the carpet whispering under her knees.
lexee’s breath hitched, her chest rising. their faces inches apart, the room’s warmth amplifying every sense—the faint salt from earlier water fights on their skin, the popcorn scent lingering.
nikole’s hand cupped lexee’s cheek, soft and warm, thumb tracing her jaw. then lips met—gentle at first, a brush like silk. lexee’s eyes fluttered shut, her bangs tickling nikole’s forehead.
the kiss deepened, tongues tentative, tasting sweetness from candy earlier. a soft moan escaped lexee, vibrating through the air.
the others watched, transfixed. joya’s dark skin flushed, nataly’s fingers twisting in her lap, billie’s blue eyes darkening. the movie forgotten, the kiss broke, but nikole didn’t pull away fully—her breath hot on lexee’s lips.
“your turn,” nikole murmured, but the energy shifted. lexee, emboldened, leaned back in, capturing nikole’s mouth again. hands roamed—nikole’s fingers tangling in lexee’s dirty blonde hair, pulling her closer. the sound of wet kisses filled the room, soft smacks and sighs.
billie felt heat pool in her core, her thighs pressing together.
“damn,” she whispered, voice husky. joya shifted, her hand brushing nataly’s arm, electric. the dare had ignited something—boundaries blurring. lexee’s hands slid under nikole’s shirt, feeling the smooth warmth of her back, nails lightly scratching. nikole arched, a gasp breaking the kiss.
“fuck, lex,” she breathed.
the circle tightened. nataly, bold now, turned to joya. “truth or dare?” but before joya answered, nataly leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “dare me to kiss you?” joya’s laugh was low, throaty, her dark curls framing her face as she nodded. their kiss was fiercer—joya’s full lips parting, tongue seeking nataly’s. hands gripped hips, bodies pressing. the air grew heavy, scented with arousal, a musky sweetness mingling with vanilla.
billie watched all of them, observing. her blonde hair falling forward as she crawled closer.
“it’s my turn to dare,” she said, voice low. she looked at joya, mid-kiss with nataly.
“i dare you to kiss me.” joya broke away, eyes locking on billie’s blue ones. she moved, graceful, her dark skin contrasting billie’s pale.
their lips met—soft, exploratory. billie’s hand cupped joya’s neck, feeling the pulse there, rapid. tongues danced, tasting salt and heat. nataly watched, then joined, her lips on joya’s shoulder, trailing kisses.
it escalated fast. nikole and lexee, tangled now, shirts riding up. lexee’s bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat as nikole’s mouth moved to her neck, sucking gently, leaving a mark.
“oh god,” lexee moaned, her hands fumbling with nikole’s bra clasp.
the fabric gave way, exposing soft breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air. nikole’s red hair spilled over as she leaned down, tongue flicking a peak. lexee arched, fingers gripping nikole’s red strands.
billie pulled back from joya, breathless, blue eyes glazed. “everyone… just… yeah.”
there was no more words needed at this point. the orgy unfolded like a wave—bodies shifting, hands exploring. joya tugged at billie’s tank, peeling it off.
billie’s blonde hair tousled, her pale skin exposed, blue eyes locking on joya’s as hands cupped her breasts, thumbs circling nipples.
“fuck, joya,” billie gasped, the touch sending sparks down her spine. nataly joined, her mouth on billie’s collarbone, teeth grazing.
the carpet became a sea of limbs. nikole lay back, lexee straddling her, dirty blonde bangs swaying as she ground down. hips rolled, friction building through thin shorts.
“you feel so good,” lexee whispered, hands pinning nikole’s wrists. nikole bucked up, a whimper escaping.
nearby, joya pushed billie down gently, dark curls tickling billie’s stomach as kisses trailed lower.
billie’s thighs parted, the air cool on her heated skin. joya’s tongue teased the edge of her shorts, fingers hooking in, pulling them down. the scent of arousal thickened, musky and inviting.
nataly moved between them, her hands on joya’s back, sliding down to cup her ass.
“let me help,” she murmured. joya moaned as nataly’s fingers slipped between her legs from behind, finding wetness. billie’s blue eyes watched, her own hand trailing down her body, but joya batted it away.
“mine,” joya said, voice commanding. her mouth descended, tongue flat against billie’s core, lapping slowly. billie cried out, blonde hair fanning on the carpet, back arching. the taste filled joya’s senses, her own hips grinding back against nataly’s fingers.
across the room, lexee had nikole’s shorts off, red hair splayed as lexee’s mouth explored. tongue delving, circling her clit, nikole’s legs trembled.
“lexee, please,” she begged, hands clutching dirty blonde hair. lexee hummed, the vibration sending shocks. fingers joined, curling inside, finding that spot. nikole’s moans grew louder, echoing off walls.
the group merged.
billie, gasping from joya’s ministrations, reached for nataly, pulling her into a kiss. tongues tangled, tasting each other.
joya’s fingers replaced her tongue on billie, thrusting gently, while nataly straddled billie’s face. billie’s blue eyes looked up, hands gripping nataly’s thighs as her tongue explored. nataly ground down, moans muffled against joya’s mouth as they kissed above.
nikole climaxed first—body tensing, a cry ripping from her throat as lexee’s fingers pumped. waves crashed, her red hair sticking to sweat-slick skin.
lexee crawled up, kissing her deeply, sharing the taste. then they turned, joining the others. lexee’s bangs brushed billie’s shoulder as she kissed her neck, hands roaming. nikole went to joya, lips on her breasts, sucking nipples while nataly rode billie’s face.
senses overwhelmed, the slick sounds of fingers and tongues, the salty tang on lips, the heat of bodies pressing. billie’s orgasm built, joya’s fingers relentless, curling deep.
“come for me,” joya whispered, dark eyes intense. billie shattered, thighs clamping, a muffled scream against nataly. waves of pleasure rolled, her blue eyes squeezing shut.
nataly followed, grinding harder, billie’s tongue flicking her clit.
“yes, billie—fuck!” she gasped, body shaking, juices coating billie’s chin. joya pulled her fingers free, licking them clean, then kissed nataly, sharing.
they rearranged—bodies fluid, no boundaries. lexee lay on her back, dirty blonde bangs fanned, as nikole and joya descended. nikole’s mouth on her core, joya’s on her breasts. lexee writhed, hands in red and dark hair.
“more,” she begged. billie and nataly watched, then joined. billie’s fingers teasing lexee’s entrance alongside nikole’s tongue, nataly kissing her deeply.
the air was thick, breaths ragged. lexee came hard, back arching, a string of curses. then joya was next—pushed down by the group. four mouths on her. billie between her legs, tongue delving; nikole and lexee on her nipples, sucking, nataly kissing her neck, fingers rubbing her clit. joya’s dark skin flushed deep, curls matted.
“oh god, all of you—” she moaned, hips bucking. the overload sent her over, screams echoing, body convulsing.
nataly took center, the others circling. joya’s fingers inside her, billie’s mouth on her clit, nikole and lexee kissing her body.
nataly’s hands clutched, senses ablaze—the wet heat, the soft lips, the mingled scents. she peaked, trembling, a sob of pleasure.
billie again, but this time scissored with nikole. legs intertwined, cores grinding.
wet friction, clits rubbing. blue eyes met green through red hair.
“harder,” billie gasped. they rocked, building, sweat slicking. lexee and joya watched, touching each other—fingers circling clits, kissing.
nataly joined, her hand between billie and nikole, adding pressure. they came together—billie and nikole, cries mingling, bodies shuddering.
the night blurred into a tapestry of touches. positions shifted.
daisy chains of mouths on cores, fingers everywhere. joya on all fours, nataly behind with fingers, billie under lapping; lexee and nikole 69ing nearby. moans layered, the carpet damp, air heavy with sex.
hours passed, bodies spent but insatiable. they collapsed in a pile, limbs entangled, breaths syncing. billie’s blonde hair mixed with red, dirty blonde, dark curls. blue eyes heavy-lidded, satisfied.
“best sleepover ever,” she murmured, lips brushing joya’s shoulder.
but it wasn’t over. as dawn hinted through windows, hands stirred again—gentle now, exploratory.
kisses soft, leading to more. the mansion held their secrets, the night eternal in memory.
Hiii 💗 I love ur writingggg. Do you write anal by any chance?
yes
: ̗̀➛ BILLIE X SABRINA
wish we had more real pictures of them together 𐙚🧸ྀི
“bad behaviour” g!p dom!billie x sub!sabrina 18+ imagine
contains: dirty talk, graphic smut, overstimulation MDNI
the lights burned hot against billie’s skin as she stalked across the stage, every beat of the bass vibrating up through her boots and into her bones. sweat soaked the collar of her oversized black shirt, the fabric sticking to her chest, her cargo pants doing nothing to hide the growing bulge between her legs. the crowd screamed her name, hands reaching, phones flashing, but none of it registered anymore. all she could hear was sabrina’s voice curling through her right in-ear, low and filthy, meant only for her.
“god, look at you. so fucking hard already. i can see it from here, baby. that thick cock straining against your pants while you pretend to be all cool for them.”
billie bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste copper. she rolled her hips into the next verse, turning the movement into something slower, dirtier, knowing sabrina was watching every second. her dick throbbed, trapped tight in her briefs, the head already leaking against the cotton.
“bet you’re dripping for me. bet if i reached down right now i’d find you soaked through those pretty little panties. you gonna come untouched just from watching me perform? from knowing i’m gonna wreck you the second we leave?”
billie’s next breath came ragged. she dragged her tongue over her bottom lip, tasting salt and want. she turned her head just enough toward stage left, where sabrina stood half-hidden in the shadows, lips curved in that knowing smirk. billie mouthed one word.
soon.
sabrina’s laugh was soft static in her ear. “can’t wait that long. i’m touching myself right now. two fingers inside, wishing it was you. gonna come thinking about how deep you’ll be later.”
the final chorus hit like a punch. billie threw her head back, voice cracking raw on the last note. lights slammed to black. the arena erupted.
she didn’t wait for bows or goodbyes. she ripped the in-ears out, tossed them to a tech, and cut straight through the curtain. sabrina was already moving, heels clicking fast down the hallway. they collided behind a stack of road cases, mouths crashing together, all teeth and desperation. billie tasted cherry lip gloss and the sharp bite of adrenaline. her hands shoved under sabrina’s skirt, finding lace drenched through.
“car,” billie growled. “now.”
they stumbled into the blacked-out suv. the driver pulled away without a word. in the backseat billie yanked sabrina’s top down, tits spilling free. she sucked one nipple into her mouth hard, teeth scraping, tongue flicking until sabrina arched and moaned loud enough the windows fogged.
“you have no fucking idea what you did to me,” billie muttered, biting the soft underside of sabrina’s breast. “talking all that shit in my ear. i’m so hard it hurts.”
sabrina’s fingers twisted in billie’s hair. “good. i want it to hurt until you’re balls deep inside me.”
they barely made it through the front door.
sabrina didn’t even get her heels off. billie spun her, shoved her over the arm of the couch, skirt rucked up to her waist. black lace panties were pulled aside, exposing sabrina’s cunt, already swollen and glistening. billie spat on her hole, watched it slide down the slick folds, then lined up.
one brutal thrust and she was buried to the hilt.
sabrina cried out, sharp and high, nails clawing leather. billie groaned at the tight heat clamping around her, walls fluttering like they were trying to suck her deeper. she didn’t give sabrina time to adjust. she pulled out slow, watching her cock shine with arousal, then slammed back in. sabrina tried to pull away from the sensation but billie pinned her. “where you running to?” sabrina’s eyes rolls back as the wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the dark living room.
“fuck, you’re so wet,” billie panted, hands bruising sabrina’s hips as she yanked her back onto every stroke. “dripping all down my balls. you been this soaked since the first song?”
“yes, god yes,” sabrina sobbed. her thighs trembled, slick running in rivulets. “harder. please.”
billie gave it to her. she folded over sabrina’s back, chest pressed tight, one hand sliding up to collar her throat. the new angle let her grind deeper, cockhead dragging against that spot that made sabrina’s whole body jerk. she pounded relentlessly, balls slapping wet against sabrina’s clit.
sabrina came first, cunt spasming, gushing around billie’s shaft. billie fucked her through it, drawing out every shudder until sabrina was whimpering, oversensitive. only then did billie let go, hips stuttering as she buried herself deep and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum inside sabrina’s pulsing cunt.
they stayed locked together, breathing hard. cum leaked out around billie’s softening cock, dripping onto the couch. sabrina whined when billie finally pulled out, hole clenching around nothing.
“not done,” billie said, voice rough.
round two
she flipped sabrina onto her back, legs spread wide over the couch arm. sabrina’s pussy was puffy, red, glistening with their mess. billie slapped her cock against the swollen clit once, twice, making sabrina jolt and moan.
“ride me.”
billie dropped onto the cushions, legs spread, dick standing rigid again, slick with cum and arousal. sabrina climbed on without hesitation. she reached down, lined billie up, and sank down slow, taking every inch until their hips met.
they both groaned. sabrina’s head tipped back, tits bouncing as she started to move. billie watched, mesmerized, hands gripping sabrina’s ass, spreading her so she could see her cock disappear inside again and again.
“fuck yourself on it,” billie ordered. “show me how bad you want my cum again.”
sabrina did. she rolled her hips in filthy circles, then lifted until only the head stretched her open before dropping back down. the squelch was loud, obscene. billie could feel every ridge of sabrina’s walls gripping her, milking her.
she leaned up, sucking a nipple into her mouth, biting until sabrina cried out. her hands roamed, squeezing sabrina’s tits, pinching the nipples raw and red. sabrina sped up, bouncing harder, ass slapping billie’s thighs. sweat slicked their skin, making every glide hotter, wetter.
“where do you want it this time?” billie rasped.
“inside,” sabrina gasped. “fill me up again.”
billie gripped sabrina’s hips, planted her feet, and fucked up into her hard. once, twice—then she was coming, cock pulsing, flooding sabrina’s cunt with another thick load. sabrina ground down, chasing her own release, and shattered seconds later, walls fluttering, squeezing billie dry.
they collapsed together, panting, trembling. sabrina’s thighs shook. cum leaked out in slow, sticky trails.
billie kissed her slow, dirty, tasting sweat and need. “one more,” she whispered against sabrina’s lips. “i’m gonna make you squirt for me.”
round three
they made it to the bedroom this time, barely. billie pushed sabrina onto the mattress face-down, ass up, knees spread wide. sabrina’s cunt was a mess—swollen, dripping cum, clit throbbing. billie knelt behind her, fisted her cock, and rubbed the head through the slick folds, teasing the entrance.
“you ready to give it to me?” billie murmured, voice low. “i’m gonna fuck you till you soak the sheets.”
sabrina pushed back, whining. “please. need it. i need you so bad.”
billie thrust in hard, bottoming out in one stroke. sabrina keened, back arching. billie set a punishing rhythm from the start—deep, fast, relentless. her hands gripped sabrina’s hips, yanking her back onto every brutal snap of her hips. the room filled with wet slaps, the obscene squelch of cum being fucked deeper inside.
billie reached around, fingers finding sabrina’s clit, rubbing fast, firm circles. sabrina’s moans turned desperate, broken. her thighs started shaking harder, whole body tensing.
“that’s it,” billie growled against her ear. “let go. squirt for me, baby. make a fucking mess on my cock.”
she curled her fingers tighter, rubbing faster, never letting up on the deep thrusts. sabrina’s cunt clamped down, fluttering wildly. billie felt the pressure build, felt sabrina’s whole body lock up.
then it happened.
sabrina screamed, raw and wrecked. a hot gush of liquid sprayed out around billie’s cock, soaking her thighs, the sheets, dripping down sabrina’s legs in clear, messy streams. billie didn’t stop—kept fucking through it, cock sliding easier in the flood, drawing out every tremor, every pulse. sabrina shook violently, sobbing with pleasure, another smaller squirt pulsing out each time billie bottomed out.
“fuck! yes! look at you,” billie groaned. “soaking everything. such a good girl.”
she couldn’t hold back anymore. the sight, the sound, the feel of sabrina coming apart pushed her over. billie slammed in deep one last time and came hard, cock throbbing, pumping what felt like the last of her cum into sabrina’s spasming, drenched cunt.
they collapsed together, a sweaty, trembling heap. sabrina’s thighs glistened, sheets ruined, air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. billie stayed inside her, softening slowly, feeling the occasional aftershock flutter around her.
sabrina turned her head, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.
“you okay?” billie asked, voice hoarse, pressing a soft kiss to sabrina’s shoulder.
sabrina laughed, breathless. “i’m fucking ruined. in the best way.”
billie grinned, nuzzling into her neck.
“good. because i’m not done with you yet.”
but for now, they stayed tangled, breathing each other in, the room quiet except for the soft drip of their mess on the sheets.
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Sabrina Carpenter clapping during Billie Eilish's speech at the 2026 Grammy Awards