synopsis: you have a dance party as you clean up the house. but half way through your girlfriend, billie, crashes the show. the two of you dance together which leads from one thing to another.
warnings: billiexfem!reader, hair pulling, spanking, smut implied
a/n: heyoooooooo!!! i’m back! it’s been so long 😭 and i lowkey blue-balled y’all with this one. lemme know if you want a part two and i’ll continue it. but tbh i’m not sure anyone even gives a fuck abt what i write anymore cuz it’s been so long lolol. also i feel like this isn’t the best cuz i’m out of practice. anyway, miss u!!! how r u guys? <3
The evening is coming to a close. The blinds are pulled, the lamps dimmed. The atmosphere is cushioned by the sweet flow of Lana’s sultry voice pulsing through the speakers. Alone, you slowly dance around the house as you clean up the day’s mess. You make your way through each room on the ground floor, your hips leading the way. Left in nothing but a bikini and a loose, buttery-yellow silk skirt, you allow the music to course through you, following the rhythm with your body.
Today, you had a group of your friends come over to spend the day in the sun. A group of 12 or so friends collected at your house. Some of them making use of your pool, others just making use of your sunbeds and ice cold La Croix’s. Your girlfriend wasn’t able to be there today because she had a photoshoot on the other side of town. She promised she’d make it back as soon as she could, but even after everyone has left and you’re left cleaning up the mess, there is still no sign of her. But you don’t worry, these kinds of things tend to take longer than anticipated – you know the deal by now.
Soundtracking your tidying up is your favorite playlist of Lana Del Rey classics. You had curated a Lana playlist for every mood. On now, is the ‘sexy’ playlist. Left feeling bubbly and confident after your day in your bikini, you now have the desire to dance the evening away. Periodically bending down to pick up solo cups scattered around the kitchen, you allow yourself to feel yourself as you do it. Sticking your ass out when you bend down, flipping your hair as you stand back up. Walking to the trash can, you sway your hips left-to-right, left-to-right as you sing along to Summer Bummer. A$AP Rocky’s verse comes on, and you turn up the track so that you’re fully immersed in the music. Slowly, you begin to shake ass to the rhythm, your hands in the air, as you giggle along.
You take hold of the countertop as you move your hips, bending deeper into the movement. Just as you close your eyes and lose yourself in the moment, you feel the harshest slap on your ass, immediately followed by the loud bang of skin slapping ricocheting off the walls. “Ow, fuck!” you yelp out as you quickly stand up straight and turn around in your place. “Oh please, don’t stop dancing now that there’s an audience” Billie says through a laugh. You’re greeted with your girlfriend stood there, a proud smirk on her face. “When did you get home? I didn’t hear you come in” you question, flustered that you got caught, flustered that you have company. Billie simply shrugs, “dunno”. A moment of silence between you two as you rub your ass, trying to ease the sting. “Sorry, mama. Too hard?”
“Yathink?!” you shout as your eyes pierce through Billie’s. Billie giggles as she gently takes hold of your face, pulling you in for an apologetic kiss. She pulls back from your kiss as her hands travel down to your hips. She applies pressure, urging you to turn back around. “What are you doing?” you question her. “Keep dancing, baby. It was hot,” she mumbles the second part, but your cheeks still flush. Regardless, you obey. You let her hands guide your hips back around – the rest of your body following suit. Once again, you feel the music, your hips gently swaying from side to side just as the song fades into the next. ‘Cherry’ now bleeding through the sound system. Your cheeks turn up into a smile at that – your favorite song playing. Billie’s grip remains firm, her fingers causing the yellow silk hanging from your hips to curl into itself. The two of you find a rhythm, your hips moving in unison with each other. Soon, her left hand crawls up your back in between your shoulder blades. She pushes down with a force, causing your back to arch, and leaving you bent over the counter once again.
Using the marble counter to help you, you push your ass further into Billie’s hips. Her breath hitches at that. Her front two teeth take hold of her bottom lip. She quickly regains composure as she uses her left hand to grab a section of your hair from the nape of your neck. She twists her hand once, twice, until she’s created a taut makeshift ponytail. As the song breaks down, your hips follow suit – moving up and down slowly, pushing into Billie. She uses her free hand to catch onto your whine, helping to guide your hips. “Just like that, baby” she whispers beneath her breath, “so fucking pretty for me”. You turn your head to peer behind you, but as you do, Billie yanks on your hair and draws you up towards her – your back to her front. She repositions her hands to be on the front of your hips, one of her hands teasing your center. “Bil…” you whisper as your head drops back onto her shoulder. “Hm?” she lowly replies, her fingers pressing into you harder. “You know what you’re doing… don’t even”, you feign defiance. But she knows it’s fake, “why not, baby? I missed you today”. You let out a low groan as you slip out of her hold and turn around in her arms. You drape your arms across her shoulders as you two share eye contact. “You got me worked up, ma, dancing like that,” Billie whispers with your foreheads pressed against each other’s. “That’s your own fault. You made me do it,” you laugh. “Come on, lemme love on you. You deserve it for giving me that show,” she tickles your sides as she urges you on.
“Ok, baby. But I need to shower first.” Billie loudly groans and throws her head back at that. “You wanna join?” you ask with a smirk, already knowing her answer. Billie doesn’t even bother replying to you; she immediately perks up, turning on her heels, holding your hand as she drags you through the house and up the stairs, eagerly making her way up to your shared ensuite.
