not sure if you’re taking requests… but if you are, i’d love a girlfriend billie and reader where billie is trying to do that tiktok trend where you split an apple in half with your bare hands (basically testing her muscles) and reader gets hella turned on (like anyone would) you can end it however you want, idm smut or just a little drabble of bringing my silly fantasy to life. Thanks! xx
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𑣲 billie .̥ f!reader
◜ they say curiosity killed the cat . . . nobody ever talks about what happens when curiosity convinces your girlfriend she can split an apple in half with her bare hands. ◞
it all started on a random tuesday afternoon because billie was scrolling through her fyp instead of doing literally anything productive.
you were in the kitchen, casually making a sandwich, when billie suddenly gasped from the couch like she’d just witnessed a medical miracle. she scrambled off the cushions, bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor, and sprinted straight into the kitchen holding her phone out like evidence in a court case.
"look at this," she said, dropping her chin onto your shoulder from behind and shoving the screen an inch from your nose. "look. look at what this guy is doing."
you squinted at the screen. it was some gym bro on tiktok, looking intensely focused at a bright red gala apple held between his palms. he dug his thumbs into the top seam near the stem, squeezed his hands together, flared his biceps, and with a horrifying crunch split the apple clean in half with his bare hands.
"okay?" you said, chewing a bite of bread. "he ruined a perfectly good apple for clout. classic."
billie pulled back, looking deeply offended. "no, you don't get it. that takes insane grip strength. that’s pure muscle." she looked down at her own hands, flexing her fingers once, twice, like a comic book character realizing they have superpowers. "i can totally do that."
"billie, no you can't."
"i deadass can," she insisted, her eyes widening. "go get an apple out of the fridge right now. i’m filming this."
"you're going to bruise your palms and cry," you warned, but you were already walking over to the fruit bowl anyway, because when billie eilish gets a weirdly specific idea stuck in her head, there’s literally no stopping her.
you grabbed a crisp, solid honeycrisp apple from the counter and handed it to her. "if you break your hand, i’m not driving you to urgent care."
"shut up, watch and learn," she muttered, taking the apple.
she dragged a wooden barstool to the middle of the kitchen, set her phone against a jar of peanut butter on the counter, and tapped record. she did a quick test angle, made a goofy face at the lens, and then motioned for you to get in the frame.
"come stand next to me," she whispered loudly, as if the phone could hear her secret plans. "you have to be my hype man."
you rolled your eyes, but slipped into frame beside her. she instantly looped one arm around your waist, pulling you close for a second to plant a quick, noisy kiss on your cheek before getting into character.
"okay guys," billie spoke to the phone camera, putting on her deep, dramatic radio announcer voice. "today we are testing if i am secretly built like a tank. my girlfriend thinks i'm gonna fail. show them your face."
you gave the camera a thumbs down. billie swatted your hip playfully.
"ignore the hater," billie said to the lens. "watch this."
she set her feet apart, setting her stance like she was preparing to lift a three hundred pound barbell. she placed the base of her thumbs at the top groove of the apple, right next to the stem.
for the first three seconds, nothing happened. billie just stared down at the fruit, breathing through her nose.
then, she committed.
her shoulders locked into place. her forearms tightened instantly, the muscle defining itself under her skin as she squeezed with everything she had. her veins popped out just a little along her wrists, her knuckles turning white from the sheer pressure. she let out this quiet, focused grunt, her teeth gritting together, a little crease forming right between her eyebrows.
and honest to god? you completely forgot about the tiktok.
you just stood there, staring at her arm muscles working. there was something absurdly hot about how ridiculously focused she was over a piece of produce. billie’s usually so laid-back, just chilling in oversized hoodies and laughing at dumb memes, so seeing her flexed up, veins showing, low-key straining with actual raw strength was doing things to you that you were not prepared for on a tuesday afternoon.
you swallowed hard, your eyes glued to the curve of her forearm.
"billie..." you murmured, your voice dropping a little lower than you meant it to.
"hold on," she grunted through her teeth, her whole body trembling slightly from effort. "i’m... almost... there..."
"no, like... billie," you repeated, leaning a tiny bit closer, suddenly feeling very warm.
billie caught the shift in your voice. she chanced a quick glance up at you without letting go of the apple, her blue eyes scanning your face. she saw where you were looking —staring dead on at her flexed arm— and a slow, smirking grin started creeping onto her face, breaking her intense focus.
"wait," billie gasped out, still holding the squeeze. "are you... are you looking at my arms right now?"
"no," you lied instantly. "focus on the apple."
"you are!" billie laughed, her cheeks flushing a faint pink, but instead of relaxing, she intentionally flexed harder, shifting her angle just to show off for you. "you're getting flustered over an apple!"
"i am not!" you protested, though your face was definitely burning now. "just break it already, muscle head."
"oh, now i have to break it," she wheezed.
she took a deep breath, braced her elbows against her ribs, and gave one final, violent, godly squeeze.
crack.
the skin of the apple gave out with a loud snap, splitting straight down the middle. juice sprayed everywhere —a little bit hitting the counter, a little bit hitting billie’s cheek, and a tiny splash landing right on your neck. the apple popped apart, leaving billie holding two almost-perfect halves in her sticky palms.
"NO WAY!" billie screamed, dropping the half-apples onto the counter and grabbing her own head in shock. "NO WAY! DID YOU SEE THAT?! I’M FREAKING HULK!"
she jumped up and down, flexing both arms at the phone camera like a bodybuilder winning a trophy. "IN YOUR FACE! FIRST TRY! OKAY, SECOND TRY, BUT IT COUNTS!"
you were laughing so hard your chest hurt, watching her celebrate over a split piece of fruit like she’d just won a grammy. she ran over to the counter, stopped the recording, and immediately hit replay to watch her own moment of glory.
"look at that crunch!" she yelled, pointing at the screen. "look at the technique!"
"you literally got apple juice in my hair," you said, stepping closer to her, though you weren't actually mad at all.
"a small price to pay for history," billie declared smoothly. she tossed her phone onto the counter, not even caring about the edit anymore, and turned around to face you fully. she leaned her lower back against the edge of the kitchen counter, crossing her arms over her chest. a move that, intentionally or not, made her arms look extremely good again.
she tilted her head, a soft, teasing smirk playing on her lips. "so... you were saying earlier? about how i couldn't do it?"
"i said you'd bruise your hands," you corrected, taking a slow step into her space. "which, by the way, your palms are bright red."
"worth it," she murmured, her eyes dropping down to your lips for a second before flicking back up to yours. the goofy, hyper energy from a minute ago was settling down into something way quieter, way softer. "besides... i think i got a pretty good reaction out of you."
"you did not," you whispered, wrapping your arms loosely around her neck. "you're so full of yourself."
"am i?" billie chuckled, her sticky hands resting gently on your waist, pulling you in until there was zero space left between you two. her voice dropped into that quiet, scratchy tone she gets when she's trying to be sweet. "you were staring. i saw you. you like when i show off."
"maybe a little bit," you admitted, rolling your eyes, though you couldn't hide the smile tugging at your mouth. "it was... mildly impressive."
"mildly?" billie echoed, raising an eyebrow. "i just split a rock hard honeycrisp with my bare hands and you give me mildly?"
"show me what else those hands can do and maybe i'll upgrade it to very impressive," you teased softly, the suggestive little comment slipping out before you could stop it.
billie’s eyes widened for a split second, a soft beat of silence falling over the kitchen as the implication hit her. a low, breathless chuckle escaped her chest, her hands tightening on your waist.
"oh, okay," she hummed, her voice dripping with playful mischief. "is that how we're playing now?"
"i'm just saying," you whispered, leaning in closer until your noses brushed.
"you're terrible," she whispered back, but her eyes were heavy, fixed entirely on your mouth now.
she didn't give you time to reply. billie leaned in and kissed you. sweet and slow at first, her lips soft and warm against yours, tasting faintly of sweet apple juice. you sighed into the kiss, pressing yourself closer against her, your fingers running up into the cool soft hair at the nape of her neck.
the kiss deepened naturally, moving from sweet to a little heavier, a little warmer. billie pulled you flush against her body, a small, quiet hum escaping her throat that sent a shiver straight down your spine. her hands slid up from your waist to rest firmly against the small of your back, holding you close like she had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.
when she finally pulled back just a few inches, both of you were breathing a little faster. billie rested her forehead against yours, her blue eyes shining, looking completely fond and a little bit dazed.
"so," she murmured, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke. "upgrade?"
"definitely an upgrade," you whispered, kissing her quick corner of the mouth kiss.
"good," she grinned, pressing one more lingering kiss to your lips before sliding her hands down to cup your face. "because my hands are sticky as hell and i need to wash them, but i didn't wanna stop kissing you."
you burst out laughing, breaking the romantic spell completely. "gross! billie!"
"what! i kept them on your waist!" she laughed defensively, holding her sticky hands up in the air like she was being arrested. "i was respectful!"
"go wash your hands, you menace," you said, shoving her playfully toward the sink.
"fine, fine," she grumbled, turning on the faucet and scrubbing her hands with dish soap. she looked back over her shoulder at you, her eyes twinkling with that signature playful energy. "hey... do we have any more apples?"
"no," you said firmly, leaning against the counter next to her. "we are not making this a daily routine."
"why not?" billie grinned, drying her hands on a dishtowel and wrapping her arms right back around your waist from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder just like she had at the start of the day. "you seemed to really enjoy the show."
“you’re ridiculous,” you murmured, leaning back into her chest and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek.
billie laughed quietly against your shoulder, her arms squeezing around your waist just a little tighter.
“yeah,” she said.
“and you still kiss me, so…” ৻ꪆ
note 🗒️ // had so much fun writing this thank you ♡ !!
bed chem :: billie eilish x photographer!fem!reader
synopsis :: billie didn't want you to go to work so early on a monday. so, you enter into an extremely pleasant negotiation.
warnings :: cunnilingus; curse words; fingering; sub!billie; dom!reader; billie being a cutie with u; morning sex; english isn't my first language so im sorry if the writing sucks lol; first time writing here btw
the first rays of sunlight slipped through the cracks in the window, slowly illuminating the room as if the light itself was too lazy to wake up. thin golden layers slid across the wooden floor, climbed over the scattered clothes, reached the bed, and found billie.
her blue eyes opened slowly, heavy with sleep, still blurry. she blinked once, twice, feeling the brightness invade her vision while her brain took its time understanding where she was, what day it was, why the sun was already so high.
the first thing she noticed was the cold.
not the cold of the room, although the breeze coming through the slightly open window made her skin prickle, but the absence of warmth beside her. the empty space in the bed where you should have been. the wrinkled sheet, already cold. the pillow beside her without the imprint of a head, without the smell of your hair.
billie frowned.
she sat up slowly, hands propped on the mattress while her blonde hair fell messily over her bare shoulders. the sheet slipped down to her waist, revealing pale skin marked by purple bruises scattered across her neck, her shoulders, and her chest, silent reminders of the night before.
she looked around.
the room was a mess.
the clothes — hers and yours — were mixed together on the floor as if they had been ripped off in a hurry, with urgency. the blue shirt she'd worn to dinner was crumpled near the armchair. your black mini-skirt, the one you had been wearing and that she loved seeing on you, was thrown at the foot of the bed. one of her shoes lay on its side near the door. yours was tucked beneath the nightstand.
billie felt heat rise to her face as she remembered why.
last night had been intense. you'd come home early from work on friday, she recalled, and made dinner, something simple, pasta with tofu, because she was tired and you knew comfort food was exactly what she needed. later, you'd gone to the bedroom early. definitely not to sleep. what happened between those four walls had left billie breathless, voiceless, and without the strength to leave bed the next day.
saturday and sunday had been gloriously lazy.
and now it was monday.
and you weren't beside her, as you should be.
the brief smile that had appeared on her lips as she recalled the night faded as quickly as it came. her eyes scanned the room, searching for you; searching for any sign.
the bathroom.
the light.
there was a thin golden line escaping from beneath the bathroom door, and billie let out a sigh she hadn't realized she was holding. you were there. you hadn't left. you hadn't left her alone without warning. you were simply in the bathroom.
but time passed.
and billie remained sitting in bed, arms wrapped around her own knees, the white sheets twisted around her body like an improvised cocoon. the morning breeze made her bare shoulders prickle, but she didn't lie back down. she didn't move. she just stared at the bathroom door, her patience wearing thinner with every passing minute.
her fingers tightened around the fabric of the sheet.
what were you doing in there, anyway? she had already heard the shower turn off a while ago. the minutes dragged on, and billie felt the familiar morning irritability, the one that always appeared when she woke up without you by her side, begin to grow in her chest. her lower lip jutted out into a pout without her even noticing.
then the doorknob turned.
the metallic click made billie look up immediately.
the door opened slowly, and you appeared in the doorway, wrapped in the golden light of dawn streaming through the bedroom window. your hair was still slightly damp at the tips, your face freshly washed, and you were drying your hands on a towel when your eyes found the sleepy figure sitting on the bed.
you smiled. an immediate, genuine smile that made something in billie's chest warm despite the lingering grumble she was still nursing.
you dropped the towel onto the dresser and crossed the room. your steps were quick and determined, weaving without ceremony around the scattered clothes until you reached the bed. without hesitation, you climbed onto the mattress and stopped right in front of her, your weight resting on your elbows as you propped yourself beside her head.
billie kept the pout on her lips.
you let out a soft laugh — that gentle sound she loved — and raised your hand to brush away a strand of blonde hair that had fallen across her face. your fingers glided over her forehead, traced the curve of her temple, then disappeared into her hair.
"good morning, princess."
billie answered with an unintelligible murmur, something low and sleepy that was probably her attempt at wishing you good morning too.
then she simply watched you.
her blue eyes followed your every movement attentively, as though she were waiting for something.
and, in fact, she was.
she wanted a kiss.
your smile widened when you realized exactly what was going on inside that sleepy little head of hers. leaning forward, you pressed your lips to hers.
the moment the kiss happened, billie relaxed. the tension left her shoulders, her eyes closed for a moment, and she allowed herself to enjoy the familiar feeling. it was brief, simple, but enough to completely improve the start of her morning.
when you pulled away, however, her reaction was immediate.
billie raised an eyebrow, clearly dissatisfied with how short the kiss had been.
as if she were demanding another one.
"a grumpy princess, hm?"
billie rolled her eyes.
a quiet laugh slipped past your lips before you could stop it.
"what are you doing up?" she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep as her eyes drifted to the empty side of the bed. "why weren't you here?"
"because..." you smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. "i have to work, baby. remember? i told you on friday i had a photoshoot on monday at 8:30." you glanced toward the clock. "it's already 7:30."
billie didn't answer right away.
at first, her expression barely changed. but you knew her far too well not to catch the tiny flicker of annoyance in her eyes. the thought of you leaving before eight on a monday morning clearly wasn't something she was willing to accept.
you barely had a second to process it.
without a word, billie reached up, wrapped both arms around your neck, and tugged you straight back down onto the bed.
the two of you fell onto the mattress rather abruptly. billie landed on her back, her chest partially exposed and her pale skin prickling once again from the cool air. you ended up practically on top of her, supporting part of your weight on your arms so you wouldn't crush her.
your faces were so close that you could feel each other's breath.
"baby, stay" she asked softly, her voice carrying that melodic sleepiness that always made it difficult to say no. "... i don't wanna be alone."
the expression on your face immediately softened.
"you won't be alone, silly girl. shark's in the living room. he can keep you compa..."
"nooo...!" billie pouted, interrupting you before you could finish. she hugged your neck a little tighter, gently pulling you back toward her with a sleepy little smile. "stay with me. i wanna cuddle with you all morning."
an inevitable smile appeared on your lips.
"trust me, baby, i want that too. but it's monday and i have to work. unfortunately."
you leaned down and kissed her gently. and for a moment, billie relaxed beneath you.
the tension left her shoulders, and her eyes closed, enjoying every second of the affection. but the moment you pulled away, the pout immediately returned.
holding back a laugh, you brushed your nose against hers and placed another kiss on her cheek.
"baby, don't be sad. i'll be back in a few hours..."
billie didn't answer, and you didn't insist.
instead, you let your lips drift to her jawline, placing a lingering kiss there before slowly moving down to her neck. the kisses came unhurriedly, soft and spaced apart, as though you were trying to improve her mood through affection alone.
some were placed just beneath her ear, others along the delicate curve of her neck. between one kiss and the next, your lips lingered against her skin for a few seconds, enjoying the pleasant warmth radiating from her body.
you closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.
there was that scent.
the scent that always seemed to belong only to billie.
you had never been able to describe it accurately. it wasn't just the smell of her shampoo, nor her lotion, nor the perfume she usually wore. it was a mixture of all those things combined with something that was simply hers.
and honestly, you couldn't imagine ever finding anything that compared to this, to her. so you pressed another gentle kiss to her skin, then another, and another after that, lingering a little longer each time simply because you could.
"baby, don't go…" you heard billie plead softly. "please…"
the plea came with a slight tightening of her arms around your neck. you raised an eyebrow.
"hm," you hummed, nibbling at her sensitive skin. "and what exactly would you offer me to stay?"
billie let out an indignant grumble.
"y/n. don't do this."
"do what, princess?"
"that thing."
"what thing?"
"acting like you don't know what i'm talking about."
a smug, satisfied smile lingered on your lips as you looked away, dropping your attention to her collarbone. the hickeys you had left last night were there, exposed — purple, vivid, a mark that she was yours. you ran your mouth slowly over one of them, feeling the warm skin, and sucked lightly, just to see her body tremble again.
your hand slid down her body with calculated, teasing slowness until it found one of her full breasts. you closed your fingers around it, squeezing firmly, feeling the weight, the warmth, the softness almost overflowing between your fingers. she gasped, a trembling, hoarse sound that made you smile against her neck.
you began to massage in slow back-and-forth motions, feeling every inch of the soft skin, every time her body gave away a tremor she tried to hide. you pinched the hard nipple between your thumb and index finger, pulled lightly, twisted just enough to see her back arch, her body pressing even more against yours.
you salivated.
you tilted your head and ran your tongue slowly over the swollen nipple, tasting the salty skin, before closing your lips around it and sucking hard. she moaned, a muffled sound she clearly tried to hold back, and her hand buried itself in your hair, unsure whether to pull or ask for more.
you released with a wet pop, her nipple glistening, erect, begging for attention.
"you like that, don't you?" your voice came out thick, almost a growl against her skin. "look at you, falling apart already."
a slow, deliberate smile spread across your lips when you saw the expression on her face — those half-lidded eyes, that parted mouth, her breathing already visibly shorter, the way her pupils had swallowed the blue of her irises until they were almost black. billie was trying to hold on to some composure, but her body betrayed every secret with disarming honesty, the fine tremors running through her thighs, the way her fingers twitched against the sheets, the pulse fluttering visibly at the base of her throat.
you were in no rush anymore.
work could wait.
your mouth descended slowly along the curve of her breast, circling the sensitive nipple, tasting the salt of her skin, the faint sweetness of the vanilla lotion she had used the night before. you nibbled at the soft skin with your teeth before soothing it with your tongue, alternating between sucking and biting, feeling every tremor that coursed through her body, every gasp she tried to disguise and failed. the hand that wasn't busy with her breast slid down her belly, tracing the subtle line of muscle beneath the softness, following the curve of her waist, her hip — slow, intentional, as if you had all the time in the world.
billie held her breath.
you felt the muscles of her abdomen contract beneath your fingers as your hand traveled lower, grazing the inside of her thigh with an almost cruel lightness; just the tips of your fingers, barely there, ghosting over the sensitive skin. she shuddered. a visible, full-body shudder that started at her shoulders and rippled all the way down to her toes curling against the sheets. she moved instinctively, trying to press her body into your touch, and you pulled your hand away just enough to frustrate her, your fingers hovering a hair's breadth away from where she wanted them most.
"please" she murmured, her voice so low it was barely audible, almost swallowed by the sound of her own breathing.
you didn't answer. you just smiled against the warm skin of her breast and kept descending with your mouth: across her stomach, your tongue tracing a slow, wet path down the center, stopping at her navel to circle it lazily, feeling the way her belly jumped at the sensation. lower still, across the soft curve of her lower belly, your lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses that left her skin tingling in their wake.
billie was trembling.
not from cold. her skin was hot under your mouth, flushed pink from desire, the scent of her — clean, warm, unmistakably her — filling your senses with every breath you took against her body.
you reached her hip and paused. her hipbone stood out sharply beneath the pale skin, and you bit it gently — just enough pressure to make her gasp — before soothing the spot with your tongue. you lifted your gaze, meeting her blue eyes from between her legs, and the sight was enough to make you want to abandon all pretense of patience.
she was watching you with an expression of pure, unguarded need. her eyes were glazed, dark, her pupils blown wide, her lips parted and shiny where she had been biting them. her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, and her fingers were twisted in the sheets beside her, gripping them like a lifeline.
you held her gaze as you placed a slow kiss on her inner thigh, feeling the soft skin, feeling the heat radiating from so close. another kiss, an inch higher. and another, an inch higher still, each one slower than the last.
she groaned in frustration, her head pressing back into the pillow.
"so damn impatient," you murmured against her skin, your warm breath making her shudder. "i've barely started, baby."
billie threw her head back against the pillow, a sound escaping her throat that was half laugh, half desperate whimper. "you're gonna kill me."
her fingers found your hair — not pulling, just holding — as if she needed something to anchor herself to, some physical proof that you were real and there and not stopping anytime soon.
hou smiled against her skin and then bit her inner thigh. firm enough to leave a mark. she gasped and her hips jerked instinctively, but your free hand was already there, palm flat against her hipbone, pressing her down into the mattress.
"stay still."
she whined — actually whined, low and drawn-out — but she obeyed. her thighs trembled with the effort of staying open, of staying still, of holding herself together when every instinct was screaming at her to move, to grind, to chase the friction she craved.
you took your time.
you kissed the spot you had bitten, soft and apologetic, then dragged your tongue in a slow, wet stripe up to the crease where her thigh met her hip. you inhaled deeply, filling your lungs with the scent of her: already slick, already ready, already desperate.
"god, you smell so fucking good" you muttered against her skin. "you have no idea what you do to me."
"i have some idea" she managed, her voice strained.
"yeah?"
"mhm. you're still here. you should be at work."
"and i couldn't care less."
you finally lowered your mouth to where she needed you most.
the first contact was gentle — just the tip of your tongue, barely brushing against her, exploratory. billie gasped, a sharp intake of breath that turned into a shuddering exhale as you traced a slow line from her entrance up to her clit, tasting her, savoring her.
the moan she let out was unguarded, long and trembling, echoing through the quiet morning room. it was the kind of sound she only made when she forgot to hold back, when she was too far gone to care about dignity or restraint.
you smiled against her and repeated the motion. Slower this time.
"fuck" she breathed, her hips twitching under your restraining hand.
"shh," you said, the sound vibrating against her. "i've got you."
you began in earnest then — your tongue working her in slow, deliberate circles, learning every contour, every sensitive spot, every variation in her breathing that told you she was close. when your tongue found a rhythm that made her fingers twist in the sheets, you stayed there, repeating it until her breathing grew ragged and uneven.
but you wanted more.
you pulled your mouth away just long enough to look at her, to watch the way her chest heaved, the way her eyes were squeezed shut, the way a single tear of pure overwhelm had escaped from the corner of her eye and was sliding down her temple.
"look at me."
she opened her eyes. they were glassy, unfocused, full of desperate trust.
"i want to feel you come on my tongue. can you do that for me?"
she nodded, a quick, jerky motion. "yes! yes... yes, please...!"
"good girl."
you lowered your head again, but this time you didn't stop at her clit. You pressed your tongue flat against her entrance, tasting her fully, feeling the heat and the wetness and the way she clenched at the first contact, searching for more. you pushed inside her — slow, firm, your tongue sliding deep — and the sound billie made was raw and wrecked, a sob of relief and pleasure combined.
you fucked her with your tongue in long, steady strokes, your nose pressing against her clit with each push, and her hands flew to your head, gripping your hair with enough force to sting, holding you there, keeping you exactly where she needed you.
"don't stop, please baby don't stop!"
you didn't.
you pulled your tongue out and replaced it with two fingers, sliding into her wet heat without resistance, and at the same time you closed your lips around her clit and sucked. hard. deliberate. the exact pressure you knew made her vision go white.
billie's back came off the mattress completely, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she teetered on the edge. your fingers curled inside her, searching for that spot, and when you found it — when the rough pad of your fingertip pressed against it and she gasped like she'd been punched — you stayed there, rubbing in tight circles while your tongue worked her clit without mercy.
"i'm... i'm gonna...."
"cum for me, baby. i want to feel you."
she did.
her orgasm crashed through her like a wave through a dam, violent and total. Her body arched, her thighs clamped around your head, and she cried out a broken, beautiful sound as she pulsed around your fingers, wave after wave, while you worked her through every single second of it. her release coated your fingers, your chin, and you didn't stop until her legs fell open, trembling and useless, and she went limp against the mattress like every bone had been pulled from her body.
you withdrew your fingers slowly and brought them to your lips, tasting her one last time, before you crawled up her body and settled beside her.
she was a masterpiece of dishevelment.
her chest rose and fell in deep, ragged heaves. her skin was slick with a thin sheen of sweat, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from biting them. her blonde hair was a tangled mess against the pillow, and her eyes — half-open, hazy, unfocused — were fixed on the ceiling as if she was still processing what had just happened.
you brushed a strand of damp hair from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear.
"you okay?"
she let out a breathy laugh. "i don't know my own name right now."
"that good, huh?"
"that good."
billie turned her head slowly, her blue eyes finding yours. there was a softness there now, beneath the lingering haze of pleasure — a tenderness that made something in your chest ache. she reached up and touched your face, her fingers tracing your jaw, your lips, the corner of your mouth where the taste of her still lingered.
"you're going to be the death of me" she murmured, her voice wrecked and slurred.
you laughed softly, pressing a kiss to her palm. "that's a little dramatic."
"it's really not."
she shuffled closer, tucking her face into the curve of your neck, her breath warm against your skin. you wrapped your arm around her, pulling her tight against your side, feeling every inch of her bare body pressed against yours.
the silence that settled over you was full, comfortable, broken only by the sound of her breathing slowly returning to normal and the distant hum of the city outside. a bird was singing somewhere. a car honked a few blocks away. but in that bed, wrapped in rumpled sheets and morning light, the rest of the world might as well have ceased to exist.
billie was the first to speak.
"so…" she said, her voice still rough, muffled against your neck. "are you gonna call in sick, or…?"
you laughed, the sound vibrating through your chest. "i can't call in sick, baby. i told you, photoshoot at 8:30."
"they can survive without you."
"they could, but i gave my word."
she pulled back just enough to look at you, a pout forming on her lips. but her eyes were smiling, and the pout dissolved almost immediately into a genuine, sleepy grin.
"fine" she sighed, dramatic and exaggerated. "go. abandon me. leave me here alone to fend for myself."
"you have shark."
"shark is a terrible conversationalist."
"but he's an excellent cuddler."
billie laughed, the sound soft and warm, and kissed your shoulder before lying back down.
you glanced at the clock. 7:43.
"i really should go" you said, without conviction.
"mhm... but you're not moving."
"no. i'm not."
she smiled against your skin, and you felt it like a physical thing — the curve of her lips, the warmth of it spreading through your chest.
"five more minutes" she said. "then i'll let you go."
Hayyyyy I have just read one of the best pieces of smut, and it just so happened to be you. I love your stuff. Could you perhaps (only if you can and want to) Write something about fingering in a candlelit bath, and billie watches you from the door, and you dont know, before she starts helping you.
Pairing - reader x Billie Eilish
Warning - masturbation, fingering etc
A/n - thank you my love for ur request and kind words means a lot @sansangpew
The warm water laps at your thighs as you sink deeper into the clawfoot tub, the flicker of candlelight dancing across the surface. Your back rests against the porcelain, knees bent and parted just enough to let your hand slide between them. The air smells of lavender and beeswax, soft and heavy, but your focus is elsewhere—on the slow, deliberate circles your fingers trace around your clit.
You’ve been at it for a few minutes, maybe longer. Time blurs when the heat builds like this, when your breath starts to hitch and your hips roll ever so slightly against your own palm. You’re not trying to be quiet. The house is empty—or so you think.
A soft creak breaks the rhythm. The door.
You freeze, fingers still pressed against your slick folds, heart lurching into your throat. You glance up, and there she is—Billie, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, a half-smile playing on her lips. The candlelight catches the curve of her jaw, the glint in her eyes. She’s been watching. How long? Long enough.
“Don’t stop.” Her voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the steam like a blade. She pushes off the frame and steps into the bathroom, her boots clicking softly on the tile. “I was wondering when you’d get to that.”
Your hand stays frozen between your legs, but your body doesn’t listen. Your fingers twitch, pressing deeper. A slick, wet sound escapes you, and Billie’s smile widens.
She kneels beside the tub. The water sloshes as she dips her fingers in, testing the temperature. “You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?” She doesn’t wait for an answer. Her hand slides under the water, over your wrist, guiding your own fingers back into your cunt. “Let me help.”
Her fingers wrap around yours, pressing them harder against your clit, moving them in a rhythm that’s faster, rougher than your own. You gasp, your other hand gripping the edge of the tub. She leans in, her breath warm against your ear. “You’re so wet. I can feel it through your hand.”
She releases your wrist and slides her own hand lower, parting your labia with two fingers, then pushing them inside you. The intrusion is sudden, perfect—her fingers curling to hit that spot that makes your vision blur. You cry out, a broken moan that echoes off the tiles.
“That’s it.” Billie’s thumb finds your clit, circling while her fingers pump in and out of you. The water ripples around her arm, splashing over the side of the tub. She watches your face, drinking in every flutter of your eyelids, every bite of your lip. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
You can barely nod. The pressure builds, coiling tight in your belly, and you feel the heat rising from your chest to your cheeks. Her movements grow more insistent, her fingers fucking you harder, faster, while her thumb presses down on your clit with just the right amount of force.
“Yes—Billie, I’m—”
“Do it.” Her voice is a command, low and hungry. “Come on my hand.”
The orgasm rips through you, a shuddering wave that clenches your muscles around her fingers. You cry out, arching off the tub, your own hand flying to grip her wrist as you ride the pleasure. She doesn’t stop, not until you’re trembling, gasping, slumping back into the water.
She pulls her fingers out slowly, raising them to her lips. She tastes you without breaking eye contact, then licks them clean with a soft hum. “Good girl.”
She stands, wiping her hand on her jeans, and gives you one last look—promising, knowing. “Bath’s getting cold. You should finish up.” Then she’s gone, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving you alone with the flickering candles and the lingering ache between your thighs.
★ synopsis: you go to a party with your friends and not long after you get there, you meet billie. you two begin to talk only to realize she wants one thing: to get in your pants.
★ contains: billie g!p, drug usage (just weed), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praising, hair pulling, light spanking (this is genuinely so long im sorry but its so perfectly detailed its worth it trust :P)
★ pairings: frat,fuckboy!billie x sorority,easy!reader
⤷ top,switch!billie x bottom,switch!reader
your friends had dragged you along to this stupid frat party because they were invited by their dumb frat boyfriends. yes, you were a sorority girl, but you didn't go out and party like they did. or hook up with the frat guys like they did. hell, you don't even really like guys. you were just here for the weed and to make sure all your friends were being safe. unfortunately, you were also deemed the designated driver on the way to this fuckass party.
the bass thumped deep in your chest as you flowed through the crowds of people, your vision almost frame by frame with each movement. you had pregamed a little before you came but now you were searching for somewhere to smoke the joint that was practically burning hot in your pocket.
after what felt like an eternity of searching you finally find a spot upstairs on some balcony. you hadn't walked through the master bedroom, since it was locked, but this house was huge and rich so basically all the bedrooms upstairs were the master bedroom.
unsteady fingers pull the joint out of your pocket before bringing it up to place it in between your lips. then, you pull out your silver lighter and bring that up to your mouth, lighting the joint and taking in a large inhale. the taste of smoke and weed coated your tongue as the drug filled your lungs. you couldn't help but cough a little but you quickly shook it off as you leaned over the rail.
your eyes scanned the large amount of people below as they danced, talked, drank, smoked, made out. it was interesting to you to quietly take in what people do at parties. more than half the men were douches and unfortunately, half the girls were fake and bitchy. you began to think about how you really weren't for this lifestyle before a deep but feminine voice brought you back to reality.
"yo, can i hit that?" you turn around and stop dead in your tracks, jaw falling slightly open at the girl in front of you. her hair was a faded teal, which brought out her bright blue eyes perfectly. full eyebrows and long lashes, a perfect button nose underneath with a highlighted exclamation point running down it. to complete her already seemingly flawless face were her full, pink lips that were pulled into a soft smirk. her outfit fit her perfectly too.
long, black basketball shorts that went to her knees with a very oversized grey tee. the shirt had rhinestoned letters on it but you couldn't really read it because they were slightly covered by the large grey hoodie she had loosely drapped around her shoulders. around her neck were chains, many chains. all silver and thick and jingled when she moved her head. to match the jewelry on her neck were a few bracelets on each wrist, as well as a chunky silver ring placed on each finger.
and her voice. it was the kind of voice that stays in your ear, the kind you never forget. it was low and somewhat raspy and embarrassingly enough, had already turned you on.
"yeah," you breathe out, trying to play it cool, but your throat is now extra dry. the girl comes and stands next to you, fingers brushing as she carefully takes your joint from you.
"you supposed to be up here?" her voice fills the silence between you, smoke curling out of her mouth and nose as she talks. you can't help but intently watch while butterflies bloom in your stomach and eventually fly to lower places.
"i dunno, am i?" you shrug casually as you take the joint back. neither of you say anything as you take a long hit which is unfortunately followed by a couple coughs.
"easy," she chuckles lowly, reaching out for it again. you pass it but you turn your cheek the other way to hide your blush. and your obnoxious cough. it only lasts for a second more before subsiding into quick breaths. not wanting to miss the incredibly hot sight of her smoking, you turn back to watch her. "shits good."
"it's alright," she finally looks at you, taking you in with eyes that are lowering with want the longer she stares. her gaze starts at your face but slowly drops down to your low-cut, black, lace top that hugs your figure in ways that starts to cloud her judgement. her eyes linger heavily on your leather miniskirt that is also hugging your figure and extenuating your legs.
"you here with anyone?" her tone is now much different, almost seductive. the question alone was nothing special but the way she said it, the way her body turned more towards you, made a shiver run down your spine.
"just my friends," you simply say. there was not much more to be said and you knew that this girl didn't want much small talk. the air, as well as her demeanor, had now shifted to something more charged and thick. "i'm y/n, by the way."
"billie." the name fits her in every way possible. you began to get lost in the thought of how perfectly her name fit her and how could it would sound falling out of your mouth in a mo— "you want this shit back?"
"oh, s-sure sorry," you stammer, cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. now trembling fingers take the joint back before you nervously take another hit. the weed wasn't really soothing your nerves like it had been before, it seemed to be amplifying it.
billie, on the other hand, was now somehow calmer and more collected. she felt more confident, smoother, amongst other things that she really wants to act on. the longer she stares at you, the more she wants to kiss you. it was slutty, whore-ish even, but you were so damn pretty she couldn't help it.
"you in a sorority?" she asks lowly while taking a subtle step towards you. you can feel her gaze burning into the side of your face but you're way beyond nervous and can't handle looking at her.
"yeah, but i don't...this really isn't my scene." no one really notices but your voice is shaking slightly. you decide it's enough of the joint for now so you put it out before tucking it into the thin strap of your top. billie watches with lidded eyes, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. "are you like, in a frat or something?" the statement was a joke but you wouldn't be surprised if she was. she gave off that energy.
"yeah, or something." she chuckles again with a small smirk. now, your body is facing hers, practically eye fucking her back. it feels like the weed is finally hitting you, mind and body relaxed as the world seems to narrow to just billie in front of you. "your shits hitting good as fuck right now." her laugh echoes into your ears and man is it just about the most attractive thing you've ever heard.
"i think it's just hitting me," a giggle escapes your lips while you subconsciously take a micro-step forward. your chests are now almost touching and her arm is resting against the railing at your side. billie's fingers are practically twitching to move and cup your waist but she waits patiently.
"i lowkey wasn't done with it," billie murmurs, looking down at where it's tucked snugly under your tops strap. she can't help but let her eyes wander a little lower, something stirring in her pants the longer her gaze lingers.
"then grab it," you breathe out. her eyes snap back up to yours, something like lust burning deep in her irises. your gaze staring up at her through your lashes is almost too much and she can feel a slight strain in her boxers. "go on, take it."
her hand slowly comes up to take the joint from its place, fingers gently brushing your chest at first before fully coming in contact with your smooth skin. they linger on the swell of your breast for just a moment before they wrap around the joint and take it back.
"lighter?" billie practically hums, holding out the same hand in expectation. her eyes tail down to watch you dig in your pocked for the lighter, again her gaze trailing to places that were causing very naughty thoughts to pop into her head.
your fingers skim her palm as you place the shiny lighter there while you take another step forward. this allows your chests to brush briefly which has both of you biting your bottom lip. the eye contact is so intense that you sober would have backed down. but you high had your confidence peaking as the two of your flirted with simple looks.
billie turned her head slightly so she could light the joint again, her hands brushing your chest as they came up, before placing the lighter on the railing. her right hand came up to hold the joint as she inhaled, her left hand twitching at her side. she wanted to touch you so bad, she wanted in your pants more than anything, but she held out, waiting.
there was no words exchanged between the two of you, just looks. the communication with just your eyes was clear. it was so clear that the next moment happened to flawlessly it had you practically moaning.
billie's left hand camp up to cup under you chin as she leaned forward. your lips were already parting, your hands lifting to gently rest on her upper arms. her lips were next to part before she blew the smoke into your mouth. your body buzzed with excitement when you felt her lips brush yours and you wanted nothing more than to close the gap. but billie wasted no time in doing so.
fingers curled into the sleeves of her hoodie as her perfect lips came in full contact with yours. the kiss was simple at first but billie then tilted her head to the right, deepening the kiss roughly. her tongue swiped at you bottom lip and you didn't hesitate to part your lips, allowing her tongue to slip into your mouth.
behind you, her hand was searching for the ash tray. once she found it and the joint was put out and not in her fingers, her hands were on you. the gripped your waist, sides, lower back, her hunger getting more and more apparent with each pass.
"i'm tryna fuck," she breaths out with a chuckle as her hands slip down to rest over your covered ass. a small groan sounded from the back of your throat at the touch. you weren't into hook up culture and you definitely weren't used to letting strangers fuck you but something about her made you forget all of that.
"so fuck me." you whisper against her lips and that was all it took before billie's leading you across the room and sitting manspread on the edge of the large guest bed. she tries to guide you into her lap but you remind her you need to go close and lock the door. once that's done quickly, you're climbing into her lap, hands on her shoulders for balance.
billie's hands are digging into your hips as she guides you down to grind against her lap. your mouths clash feverishly, connecting over and over again until the kisses are basically all tongue. the more you grind down, the higher your skirt raises until its barely covering anything in the back and fully exposing your red, lacy thong in the front.
"god damn," billie says breathlessly as her hands snake around to palm your now exposed ass. if she wasn't rock hard before, she was definitely now and she was desperately trying to get your clothed pussy to grind against her bulge. once it did, you gasp loudly, pulling back from her slightly.
"billie," your eyes search hers for a moment. she pauses, face full of worry before quietly asking is that okay? you don't answer her verbally but rather with your actions. her hoodie is quickly torn off by you as your mouths connect again, hips coming down harder this time.
billies hands are now drifting higher and higher up your thighs until her right hand is slipping up underneath your skirt. she pauses there to see if you tell her to stop and when you don't, she gently runs her two fingers over you clothed entrance.
a moan is released from her mouth into yours as she feels your wetness through your very damp panties. struggling to kiss back, you tangle your hands in her hair as she teases your core with such control it sends your head reeling. moments pass and eventually billie is doing what you desperately need her to do, pulling your thong to the side and sliding the pads of her fingers through soaked folds.
"good lord," she remarks against your lips as she collects enough wetness to rub tight circles on your swollen clit. your eyes shut involuntarily as your body shudders. you don't stop kissing her and she doesn't stop kissing you, swallowing each little moan that accidentally slips from your mouth.
your hips buck against her touch until she's giving in and teasing your entrance with the tips of her ring and middle fingers. once her digits are fully pushed in and curling perfectly against your spot, your arms are wrapped around her shoulders, with your head dropped onto her left one. her left arm slithers around your waist so she can massage and slap at your ass, basically grinding your hips down so you're riding her fingers.
a lewd whine leaves your lips as her fingers curl deep in your canal, rubbing against every spot that feels phenomenally good. her rings create a cool contrast against your entrance that both feels good and keeps startling you at the same time. billie begins to leave sloppy kisses on your neck as she works you, enjoying the feeling of her fingers buried knuckle deep in your wet pussy. but she wants more. and you do too.
without any warning, billie flips you both so she's hovering over you while you lay sprawled out on your back. lips collide again as clothes come off, article by article until you're naked underneath her. you go to take her shirt off but she stops you so you respect it, leaving the shirt on.
"jesus you're fuckin' perfect." her voice is impossibly lower now, lust and need practically consuming her. a blush creeps its way up your neck and across your cheeks while you try to bite back a smile. "are you on birth control?"
"yeah, the pill." you whisper, draping your arms around her shoulders. she nods in approval before placing one hand on your side, the other holding herself up by her fist near your head. her head drops so she can watch herself run her very red, swollen tip through your slick folds. the sight alone was enough to make your pussy clench around nothing.
"thighs all the way back, baby." billie is already panting, her eyes locking with yours and they're wild but heavy. you do as she says, lifting your thighs and immediately the hand that was on your side goes to the back of your thigh. then, she starts to slowly push herself in.
she keeps eye contact so she can watch for discomfort but what she sees makes her almost blow her load right then. your eyebrows furrow in a mix of pain and pleasure, your jaw falling open as your back arches. the feeling of being this stretched out is new to you and it hurts but in the most pleasurable way. her large cock slips in with ease, quickly getting soaked with your fluids.
billie moans lowly as she can feel every ridge of your pussy, the whole thing clenching around her as you adjust to her size. with a gentleness that you know won't last long, she bottoms out, her tip hitting against that sweet spot deep in your canal. you cry out in pleasure, nails biting into her shift, thighs trembling slightly.
"feel good already?" she asks, her tone almost malicious as she drops her mouth to be right next to your ear. you just nod with a whimper, eyes unable to stay open as she begins to move in and out slowly. you can practically feel every vein in her dick as she fucks you so slowly its beginning to drive you crazy.
"faster billie," you whisper so quietly that billie barely hears you. her hand moves to rest on the top of your thigh as her pace quickens slightly, her thrusts still shallow. nonetheless, the feeling of her sliding in and out so easily, brushing your g-spot and rubbing your entrance, is enough to have you gasping and cursing in her ear.
pleasure spreads through billie's limbs like a wildfire, senses being taken over by the feeling of her sensitive member being enveloped in your slick heat. she can feel her tip just barely brushing your sweet spot so she sits up slightly to allow herself to thrust deeper.
her chains dangle in your face and you can see her assumingly large tits bouncing under her shirt with each thrust. the sight turns you on beyond imaginable, causing your pussy to flutter around her thrusting cock.
"your pussy feels so good," billie husks out as she bites back moans. you weren't sure why she wasn't being vocal but you didn't like it. being relatively quiet was important, but not that quiet.
"let me hear you," you gasp out, one hand going to rub your clit to enhance the pleasure. billie's gaze is now darting between your bouncing tits and you touching yourself, low groans and pants flowing from her parted lips like a liquid.
"yeah touch yourself," her voice is breathy and low, fueling you more. your pussy clenches again and this time billie's head flies back, grip on your thigh tightening hard. "just like that."
another moment of this passes before you're being flipped again, this time face down, ass up. one of her warm hands gently presses between your shoulder blades to keep you down, the other gripping your hip. her rings again create a cool contrast against your warm skin, causing you to break out in goosebumps. your arms are out in front of you as your cheek is pushed into the mattress.
magically, billie hadn't pulled out. she flipped you and kept thrusting like the position never changed. except this angle felt a million times better. her tip repeatedly slammed against your spot which left you a moaning mess underneath her. her dick twitched inside of you, growing so sensitive she could barely take it.
she watched her cock disappear into you over and over, also mesmerized by your ass jiggling each time it hit her pelvis. an almost predatory urge came over her and before she knew it, her hand was tangling into your hair, pulling just the right amount. she begins to pull you back on her cock roughly which causes you to moan louder into the mattress.
"take my goddamn dick baby," billie huffs, landing a harsh smack to your ass. your body jolts forward at the impact as you yelp out but you enjoy the roughness. your eyes roll almost to the back of your skull as nothing but white hot pleasure spreads through your lower half and stomach. "good girl, good fuckin girl."
another smack to your ass. the feeling of her dick rubbing against all your walls and filling you up has you practically quaking underneath her. "you fill me up so good billie," you whine. "you're so fucking big, you feel so good."
billie wasn't sure what it was but the more you talked to her like that, the more she wanted to please you. the more she wanted to do good for you. her thrusts became sloppy for a second and just as the energy started to shift, you phone buzzed on the bed.
you carefully reached for it to see it was your friends texting you.
we want to go
y/n where are you
i dont feel 2 good, wanna leave
shakily, you typed back: im busy give me ten
another buzz. no bro now pls
billie reached over and snatched the phone out of your hands before angrily typing: she said she's fucking busy. give her thirty.
with that, she tosses your phone across the bed as it begins to buzz wildly. you both ignore it, too fucked out to care. billie begins to pound into you again as she runs her hands all over your body but mainly over your perfect ass. the feeling she experienced moments before is back but she tries hard to suppress it.
"so fucking good, mhh fuck!" her last words out in a fucking whine that's much louder that the other noises she's made this whole time. it catches your attention because it not only was the hottest thing you've heard tonight but also because it sounded so very slutty and bottom-ish. "shit y/n i— keep talking to me baby."
"you like when i talk to you?" you tease, looking back at her over your shoulder. the sight of you is intoxicating for her as she stares at your arched back and wild hair. billie just nods, her brows furrowed deeply in pleasure with her bottom lip between her teeth. sweat beaded at her hairline as she works to fuck you deep and hard. "you like when i tell you how good you fuck me?"
"fuck, mhmm." you couldn't believe the whimpers that are coming from her mouth as she basically falls apart behind you. a lustful smile spreads across her flushed cheeks when you begin to throw your ass back against her. the feeling begins to overwhelm her and you can see her arms shaking slightly with restraint.
her large cock drives into you, slamming against your cervix and rubbing your spot and she can feel each ridge inside you as she goes impossibly deeper. your firsts twist into whoever's poor bedsheets these are as you feel your cunt spasming around her member.
"you wanna make me cum?" your hand slips between your legs to rub over your clit, the bud hard and swollen. a loud moan escapes her lips at your words while her hand comes down to land on your ass before gripping it roughly.
"i wanna make you cum so badly." billie pants out before her hand is slipping around your hip and replacing your fingers on her clit with her own. the pads of her fingers run over it in tight little circles which send shock waves of pleasure through your body. she was so good at using every part of her body to make you feel like you were gonna finish immediately.
"just like that billie," you whimper out, your movements faltering as you feel that knot in your stomach start to uncoil rapidly. you pussy begins to clench and unclench around her dick repeatedly until shes fighting to not blow her load, desperately wanting you to cum first. "fuck you're gonna make me cum."
"please cum for me." her voice is enough to send you over the edge, but she also speeds up her thrusts, making sure to go as deep as she can but still have it feel good. breathy moans spill from your parted lips like a liquid as your orgasm crashes down you. your stomach tightens, eyes squeeze shut, pussy spasming and squirting slightly all over her cock. "there you go, fuck yeah."
"don't you dare stop." you spit as she retracts her hand. "keep going till you cum billie." her hands dig into the soft skin at your hips, hard enough to bruise, as she continues to fuck you desperately. you're being pulled back onto her cock roughly but you enjoy every second of it, loving to see someone who seemed so tough be so needy.
"i'm so close," she pants out, shaking her hair out of her face as her head tilts back. you look behind you to watch her and the sight has you wanting to cum again. her jawline was so perfect.
"hold it." you say simply and the girl fucking you whines, loudly. her face is scrunched in pure ecstasy as her head drops, fighting her body hard. something about you made her want to listen to you and do exactly as you say. "good job."
"oh fuck!" she hisses, her body shaking and sweating. you watch her tits bouncing through her shirt, her arms quaking, her strong hands bruising into your skin. "please y/n, i can't take it."
"beg baby," a smirk spreads across your face as you watch her begin to really lose it.
"please let me cum, please." her voice was suddenly high-pitched and whiny as the words flew out of her. she was still pulling you back on her cock but her thrusts were now sloppy, her mind so clouded she was basically delirious. "i've been so good, please can i cum?"
"so pathetic billie," you chuckle but you begin to feel bad for making her hold out for so long. she'd given you the best orgasm of your life and it was time you returned the favor. "good fucking girl, cum for me."
"shit!" no more words come from her but many loud moans and whimpers do. her cock jumps hard once inside you before she's spilling. hot ropes of cum coat your walls as she continues to thrust into you again and again.
"that's it baby, good girl billie." you could barely muster those words out as a second orgasm crashes down on you, hers triggering yours. you body goes stiff as your pussy clenches hard, making it difficult for her to thrust. "wait, don't stop."
"fuck, are you cumming again?" billie asks through heavy breaths and you just nod. she musters every last bit of strength she has to keep fucking you but eventually it becomes too much and she has to pull out. you whine at the loss, your cunt grasping onto nothing, but your body slowly sinks down into the mattress.
there's a long moment of silence while she gently pulls her pants up and gathers your clothes to put them next to you. you watch slightly as she picks up your open phone, typing her number in and texting herself. she then helps you to the bathroom that's in there to clean up before she's helping you get dressed. she then pulls you into a much wanted kiss.
"i wish we could go more." billie breathes against your lips as you're pulling away.
"i know but i really have to go." you say sadly, pecking her lips one last time before heading towards the door. "you have my number now." she just nods, letting you walk out, eyes glued to your ass the whole time.
that was the beat sex either of you had ever had.
holy shit this was actually stupidly long wow and not entirely proof read. i rlly hope u enjoyed bc that took fuckin forevvaaa omg but thank u for reading :P
and thank u sm to my amazing wonderful talented friend blake for the help :)
⌇𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … fratboy!billie loves eating your pussy and fondling your tits <3 all mine by brent faiyaz
𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓; pussy eating, reader has a bush and happy trail, multiple hickeys, degradation kink, fingering (reader receiving), tit fondling, tit sucking
𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐬… ovulation week got me fucked up, but this reminded me of @sznmanon & @ryuwifes + @alluravrse
𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k
the air in the sigma chi house is thick with the smell of cheap beer and cheaper cologne, a familiar haze that clings to your skin. you’re leaning against a sticky pool table, nursing a red solo cup that’s mostly just melted ice, watching the chaos orbit around you. you are, as always, the eye of the storm. your hair is a cascade of platinum under the dim, stained-glass lamp, a stark contrast to the dark, wood-paneled walls.
and then you see her, cutting through the crowd like a blade.
billie. her name is a hum under the breath of the entire campus. hot masc lesbian billie, with her crooked grin and her sigma chi letters stretched across a well-worn sweatshirt, sleeves pushed up to her elbows. her hair is a mess of artful, blonde curls, her gaze a sharp, knowing green that misses nothing. especially not you.
she beelines for you, a predator with a relaxed gait, her arm immediately snaking around your waist to pull you into her side. her scent cuts through the party fog—laundry detergent, fresh sweat, and something uniquely, inherently her.
“hey, gorgeous,” she murmurs, her voice a low rasp that vibrates right through you. her lips brush your temple, a possessive press that makes a few nearby frat pledges look away quickly. “missed you.”
you lean into her, a practiced act of casual intimacy that sends a thrill through the onlookers. “you saw me three hours ago, billie.”
“too long,” she says simply, her fingers splaying across your hip, thumb digging in just enough to leave a phantom mark. her eyes scan you, a slow, appreciative drag from your eyes to your lips, down to the neckline of your top. “you been good for me?”
it’s a loaded question. everything with billie is. it looks like playful banter, feels like a challenge. your independent spirit bristles, a subtle resistance flaring behind your cool exterior. “i’m always good.”
she chuckles, a low, dark sound, and leans in, her breath hot against your ear. “that’s my girl. c’mon. this party’s dead.”
she doesn’t wait for an answer, just takes your hand, her grip firm and unquestionable, and leads you through the throng of bodies. everyone parts for her. they always do. you follow, the radiant blonde on the masc lesbian’s arm, a perfectly curated image. but the tension between you is a live wire, buzzing with something far more potent than cheap beer.
her room is at the top of the house, a sanctum of messy privilege. laundry piles, textbooks, a guitar propped in the corner. the second the door clicks shut, the party noise muffles into a distant thrum. the atmosphere shifts, the careless fun evaporating, replaced by something dense and electric.
she crowds you against the door, her body firm against yours, caging you in. “those fuckers downstairs couldn’t stop looking at you,” she growls, nuzzling into your neck. her lips find the sensitive skin beneath your jaw. “like they had a right.”
“billie,” you breathe, a half-hearted protest that dissolves into a gasp as her teeth graze your pulse point.
“mine,” she whispers against your skin, a statement of fact. her mouth works a new bruise beside the fading yellow one from two days ago, marking her territory all over again. her hands are everywhere, sliding down your sides, squeezing your waist, before coming up to cup your breasts through your top. a rough, appreciative groan escapes her. “fuck, you’re perfect. these tits were made for my hands.”
you arch into her touch, the resistance melting under the sheer force of her want. this is the push and pull, the game you never get tired of playing. you act like you can’t be owned, and she proves, over and over, that you already are.
“think you’re too good for everyone out there, don’t you?” she murmurs, her thumbs circling your nipples through the fabric, making them peak into hard, aching points. “my pretty, stuck-up girl. but not for me. never for me.”
the degradation is a familiar, welcome heat in your veins. you whimper, and she swallows the sound with a searing kiss. it’s all claiming tongue and possessive pressure, and you kiss her back just as fiercely.
she pulls you away from the door, walking you backward until your knees hit the edge of her unmade bed. you fall onto it, the comforter smelling overwhelmingly of her. she stands over you for a moment, just looking, her eyes dark with hunger. “gonna ruin you,” she promises, her voice thick.
she yanks your shoes off, then her hands are on the waistband of your jeans, popping the button, dragging the zipper down. she pulls them off, along with your panties, in one rough, efficient motion. then she’s kneeling on the floor between your legs, pushing your thighs apart with an insistent pressure.
the cool air of the room hits your exposed skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of her gaze. she runs her hands up the inside of your thighs, a slow, worshipful caress that feels at odds with the frantic energy of a moment before. her thumbs find the soft, dark hair between your legs, tracing the happy trail that leads down from your navel.
“love this,” she breathes, her voice full of awe. “so fucking pretty. all for me.”
she doesn’t wait for a reply. she leans in, and her tongue is on you, a flat, firm stroke from your entrance to your clit that makes you cry out, your back bowing off the bed. your hands fly to her hair, tangling in her soft curls, and she lets out a satisfied hum against you.
billie eats pussy like it’s her only purpose. with a single-minded focus that renders the world outside her dorm room meaningless. her tongue is an artist, painting broad strokes and creating intricate, devastating patterns. she licks into you, deep and thorough, then circles your clit with a teasing precision that has you gasping, pleading.
“that’s it,” she mutters, pulling away just enough to speak, her chin glistening. “sound so pretty for me. let me hear how much you need it.”
she dives back in, and one of her hands comes up to fondle your breast, squeezing the full weight of it, pinching your nipple through your top. the dual sensation is overwhelming. you’re writhing, mindless, reduced to a series of gasps and whimpers, your grip on her hair tightening.
“you taste so good,” she groans, the vibration against your sensitive flesh making you jolt. “so fucking sweet. my good girl. my pretty, blonde good girl.” the praise is laced with that same possessive degradation, and it unravels you completely.
her free hand slides down, two fingers pressing at your entrance before sliding into you with an easy, practiced curl. you moan, loud and uncaring, as she scissors them inside you, stretching you, finding that perfect spot within you and pressing against it in time with the relentless suction of her mouth on your clit.
you’re babbling, a stream of her name, pleas, nonsense. the world narrows to the four-poster bed, the scent of her, and the devastating rhythm of her tongue and fingers.
“gonna cum,” you choke out, a warning, a plea.
she redoubles her efforts, her fingers crooking harder, her tongue flicking faster. she looks up at you, her blue-green eyes burning with intensity, watching you come apart for her. it’s that look that finally shatters you. your orgasm crashes over you, a blinding, white-hot wave that steals the air from your lungs. you clamp around her fingers, crying out her name as she coaxes you through it, her movements gentling until you’re a trembling, oversensitive mess.
she pulls back slowly, pressing a final, soft kiss to your inner thigh before crawling up your body. she hovers over you, a proud, smug smile on her kiss-swollen lips. she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“fuck,” she breathes, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep, tasting kiss. you can taste yourself on her tongue.
she collapses beside you, pulling you into her arms, tucking your head under her chin. her hands are still restless, one tracing idle patterns on your back, the other coming up to fondle your breast again, a lazy, possessive kneading. she nuzzles into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your scalp.
“all mine,” she whispers into the quiet of the room, the distant bass from downstairs still a faint tremor. the tension is gone, replaced by a heavy, sated warmth. the possessive undercurrent isn’t a threat anymore; it’s a blanket, a fact of the universe as certain as the sun outside her window.
you close your eyes, listening to the steady beat of her heart under your ear. the hot masc lesbian and the radiant blonde. and for now, in the hazy aftermath, the resistance is quiet, soothed by the only thing that ever truly could soothe it: her.
so uh… where are the new Billie smut fics…(esp g!p ones) im ovulating this week… I need her so bad… PLEASE TAG ME IF YALL ARE GNNA POST ANYTHN NEW!! love yall!! toodles
Billie and reader get into a argument over something stupid and reader stars ignoring Billie. Billie try’s to think of a way to make it up to reader, so she orders her favorite take out and they watch the reader favorite movie. after the movie they go up stairs and have a shower together. They start getting spicy in the shower and one thing lead to another and they end up having rough make up sex in the bed. Billie is going so hard they she ends up breaking the bed, they both freeze for a minute and the readers like “what the fuck was that?” And Billie like “nothings doesn’t matter” and starts plowing the reader again. After they both finish reader ask Billie if they really broke the bed? Then they both start laughing because they always went hard but never this hard.
contains: toxic arguments , g!p billie smut, hardcore sex, oral, unprotected sex, p in v, multiple orgasms.
the argument started over something so stupid, but it had been building for weeks. billie had been late coming home night after night—tour rehearsals running long, studio sessions dragging into the early hours, random hangouts with friends that she swore wouldn’t take more than an hour but always did. you’d tried to be understanding at first, knowing her life was chaotic, but tonight, when she stumbled through the door at 2 am smelling like weed and fast food, something in you snapped.
“seriously, billie? again?” you said, your voice sharp as you sat on the couch, arms crossed, the tv flickering in the dim living room light.
she kicked off her shoes, tossing her keys onto the counter with a clatter. “babe, it’s not a big deal. we wrapped up late, and finneas wanted to grab a bite. i texted you.”
“you texted me at midnight saying you’d be home soon. that was two hours ago!” you stood up, frustration boiling over. the scent of her cologne mixed with the faint aroma of burgers lingered in the air, making your stomach twist—not from hunger, but from the reminder of how often this happened.
billie rubbed her face, her ocean-blue eyes tired but defensive. “i’m sorry, okay? shit happens. i’m trying to balance everything.”
“trying? you’ve been late every night this week! do you even care that i’m here waiting for you, or am i just background noise in your busy life?” your words came out harsher than intended, but the hurt was real. the clock on the wall ticked loudly, amplifying the silence that followed.
she sighed, stepping closer, but you backed away. “don’t make this into something it’s not. i love you, but i can’t control every little thing.”
“every little thing? like coming home to your girlfriend?” you shook your head, tears pricking at your eyes. “forget it. i’m done talking about this.”
and just like that, you turned and walked upstairs, slamming the bedroom door behind you. the wood rattled in the frame, echoing your anger. billie stood there for a moment, staring at the empty space where you’d been, her heart sinking. she knew she fucked up—not just tonight, but cumulatively. the guilt gnawed at her, but pride kept her from following you right away.
the next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. billie had crashed on the couch, or so you assumed from the rumpled blanket downstairs. you didn’t say a word to her as you made coffee, ignoring her tentative “morning” as she shuffled into the kitchen, her black hair messy and eyes pleading.
all day, it was the silent treatment. you’d respond to texts from friends, laugh at memes on your phone, but when billie tried to talk—about breakfast, about plans, about anything—you’d give her one-word answers or none at all. it drove her crazy. she paced the living room, running her hands through her hair, muttering to herself. “fuck, how do i fix this?”
by evening, she’d hatched a plan. she knew your weaknesses—your favorite takeout from that little thai place downtown, the one with the spicy pad thai that made your mouth burn in the best way, and extra spring rolls because you could never get enough. and your all-time favorite movie, the one you’d watched a hundred times: “the notebook.” cheesy as hell, but it always made you soft, teary-eyed, and affectionate.
she ordered the food discreetly, setting up the living room with blankets and pillows on the couch, dimming the lights, and queuing up the movie on the big screen. the aroma of lemongrass and peanuts filled the house as the delivery arrived. billie plated it all nicely, even lit a couple of candles for that extra touch.
when you came downstairs, drawn by the smell despite your resolve to stay mad, she was waiting with a sheepish smile. “hey… i got your favorite. thought we could eat and watch something.”
you eyed the setup, your stomach growling traitorously. “i’m not hungry.”
“come on, babe. please? i know i messed up. let me make it up to you.” her voice was soft, those piercing eyes locking onto yours with that vulnerability she rarely showed anyone else.
you hesitated, but the scent was too tempting, and deep down, you missed her. with a sigh, you sat down, grabbing a plate. “fine. but this doesn’t mean i’m over it.”
billie nodded eagerly, sitting beside you—not too close, giving you space. as the movie started, the familiar scenes unfolding—you both ate in relative silence at first. the pad thai was perfect, spicy heat blooming on your tongue, the noodles slick and flavorful, mixed with crunchy peanuts and fresh basil. billie snuck glances at you, her own food barely touched as she focused on gauging your mood.
halfway through, during the rain scene where they kiss passionately, you felt her hand brush yours. you didn’t pull away. by the time the credits rolled, tears streaming down your face as always, billie had scooted closer, her arm around your shoulders. “see? still gets you every time,” she whispered, her breath warm against your ear.
you wiped your eyes, leaning into her. “shut up. it’s emotional.”
she chuckled softly, turning your face to hers. “i’m sorry, for real. i hate being away from you. i’ll do better.”
your anger had melted away, replaced by that familiar pull toward her. “you better.”
she kissed you then, slow and deep, tasting of spice and apology. her lips were soft, insistent, her tongue tracing yours with a gentleness that made your heart flutter. the movie forgotten, you both lingered there, the empty plates pushed aside.
“want to shower?” she murmured against your mouth, her hands sliding under your shirt, fingers grazing your skin.
you nodded, the tension from the day shifting into something hotter, needier. upstairs, in the master bathroom, the steam from the hot water filled the air as billie turned on the shower. the tiles were cool under your feet, contrasting the warmth building between you. she stripped first, her toned body revealed inch by inch—baggy clothes giving way to smooth skin, her penis already half-hard from the anticipation, hanging heavy between her legs.
you followed suit, peeling off your clothes, feeling her eyes on you like a physical touch. the shower was spacious, glass walls fogging up as you both stepped under the spray. hot water cascaded over your bodies, soaking your hair, rivulets running down your curves. billie pulled you close, her hands roaming—slippery soap lathering over your breasts, her thumbs circling your nipples until they hardened into peaks.
“god, i’ve missed this,” she groaned, her mouth on your neck, sucking lightly, the water pounding against your back.
you arched into her, feeling her erection press against your thigh, thick and throbbing. “show me how much.”
her hand dipped lower, fingers sliding between your legs, finding you already wet—not just from the shower. she teased your clit with slow circles, the soap making everything slicker, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through you. you moaned, gripping her shoulders, nails digging into her skin.
things escalated quickly. billie’s kisses grew hungrier, her teeth nipping at your collarbone as she backed you against the cool tile wall. the contrast of hot water and cold surface made you gasp. she dropped to her knees, the water streaming over her face as she spread your thighs, her tongue diving in without hesitation. the taste of you mixed with the clean scent of soap, her mouth working you over—lapping at your folds, sucking on your clit with a rhythm that had your knees buckling.
“fuck, billie,” you panted, fingers tangling in her wet hair, pulling her closer.
she hummed against you, the vibration adding to the intensity, her tongue flicking faster, delving inside you before returning to your sensitive bud. your hips bucked, the steam thick in your lungs, every sense heightened—the sound of water slapping skin, the tangy scent of arousal, the heat building low in your belly.
just as you were on the edge, she stood, spinning you around so your hands braced the wall. her body pressed against yours from behind, her penis sliding between your ass cheeks, hot and insistent. “want me inside you?” she growled, her voice rough with desire.
“yes, please,” you begged, pushing back against her.
she aligned herself, the head of her cock nudging your entrance, then thrust in slowly at first, stretching you deliciously. you both groaned, the fullness overwhelming. but slow didn’t last—billie’s hands gripped your hips, nails biting into flesh as she started pounding, the water amplifying the wet slaps of skin on skin.
“harder,” you demanded, and she obliged, her thrusts deep and forceful, hitting that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
the shower echoed with your moans, her grunts, the rhythmic pounding. she reached around, fingers rubbing your clit in time with her hips, pushing you over the edge. your orgasm crashed through you, walls clenching around her, body shuddering as waves of pleasure rolled on.
but billie wasn’t done. she pulled out, turning off the water with a shaky hand, and practically dragged you to the bedroom, both of you dripping wet, leaving footprints on the hardwood floor. the cool air hit your skin, raising goosebumps, but the fire between you burned hotter.
she pushed you onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight. you crawled back, spreading your legs invitingly, and she followed, her eyes dark with lust. “i’m gonna fuck you so good, to make up for everything,” she promised, positioning herself between your thighs.
her cock, still hard and glistening, slid back into you with one swift thrust. you cried out, the angle deeper in this position, her body covering yours. she set a brutal pace from the start—rough, unrelenting, her hips slamming into yours with a force that shook the bed frame.
the room filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding—wet smacks, the creak of the bed, your mingled gasps and moans. billie’s hands pinned your wrists above your head, her mouth claiming yours in a messy kiss, tongues battling as she drove into you harder, faster.
“ ugh you feel so fucking tight,” she panted, breaking the kiss to bite down on your shoulder, hard enough to leave marks. the pain mixed with pleasure, heightening everything.
you wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her deeper, your heels digging into her ass. “don’t stop, billie—fuck me like you mean it.”
she growled, releasing your wrists to grab your thighs, folding you nearly in half as she pounded relentlessly. sweat slicked your bodies, the scent of sex heavy in the air—musky, primal. every thrust sent shockwaves through you, her cock dragging against your walls, the friction building that coil in your core again.
the bed protested under the intensity, wood groaning with each impact. but neither of you noticed at first, lost in the haze. billie’s breaths came in ragged bursts, her face buried in your neck, whispering filthy praises: “take it, baby—take my fucking cock. you’re mine.”
your nails raked down her back, leaving red trails that made her hiss, thrusting even harder in response. the headboard banged against the wall, rhythmic thuds matching her pace. you were close, so close, your body trembling, clit throbbing from the indirect stimulation.
then, a loud crack echoed through the room. the bed lurched, one side dipping as something gave way. you both froze, billie’s cock buried deep inside you, her eyes wide as she lifted her head.
“what the fuck was that?” you gasped, heart pounding from more than just the sex.
billie glanced down, seeing the frame sagging, but her expression shifted to a smirk. “nothing. doesn’t matter.” without missing a beat, she started moving again, slower at first to test, then ramping back up to that punishing rhythm.
“billie—wait, the bed—” you started, but a particularly deep thrust cut you off, turning your words into a moan.
“shh, focus on me,” she commanded, her hand sliding between you to rub your clit furiously. the broken bed shifted with each movement, adding an erratic tilt that somehow made her hits even more intense, angling her cock in new ways.
you couldn’t argue, the pleasure overriding everything. your back arched, hips meeting hers as she plowed into you, the sounds now including the bed’s creaks and shifts. sweat dripped from her forehead onto your chest, mixing with yours. the room smelled of sex and steam from the shower, intoxicating.
billie’s stamina was relentless—she flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your ass up as she re-entered from behind, her hands spanking your cheeks hard enough to sting, the slaps echoing. “you like that? you like it rough?”
“yes—fuck, yes!” you muffled into the pillow, pushing back against her.
she gripped your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck, biting down as she thrust deeper, her balls slapping against you with each powerful stroke. the pain from the pull, the bites, blended into ecstasy, your body on fire.
another crack—louder this time—and the bed sagged further, but billie didn’t stop. she was lost in it, her grunts animalistic, hips snapping with raw power. you reached back, fingers digging into her thigh, urging her on.
your second orgasm built fast, crashing over you like a tidal wave. you screamed her name, body convulsing, pussy clenching around her cock in rhythmic pulses. that pushed her over the edge—she thrust a few more times, erratic and deep, before pulling out and stroking herself furiously, hot spurts of cum painting your back and ass.
panting, you both collapsed onto the tilted mattress, the bed now unmistakably broken, one corner lower than the others. silence fell, broken only by your heavy breaths.
after a moment, you rolled over, wincing at the awkward angle. “did we… really just break the bed?”
billie looked at the damage, then back at you, a grin spreading across her face. “yeah, we fucking did.”
you stared for a second, then burst out laughing, the absurdity hitting you. “we always go hard, but never this hard. what the hell?”
she laughed too, pulling you into her arms despite the slant. “it’s worth it. i’ll buy a new one tomorrow. sturdier this time.”
you snuggled closer, the afterglow warm and satisfying, the argument a distant memory. “deal. but next time, don’t be late.”
“promise,” she whispered, kissing your forehead.
but that was just the beginning of the night. as you lay there, catching your breath, billie’s hand started wandering again, tracing lazy patterns on your thigh. the laughter faded into soft sighs, and soon enough, her touch grew bolder, fingers dipping between your legs once more. you were still sensitive, slick from earlier, and the gentle tease quickly ignited fresh desire.
“already?” you murmured, but your body betrayed you, hips shifting toward her hand.
“can’t get enough of you,” she replied, voice husky. she rolled on top of you, careful of the broken bed, her weight pressing you into the mattress. her cock, semi-hard, twitched against your stomach as she kissed you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth with renewed hunger.
the kiss deepened, her hands everywhere—squeezing your breasts, pinching nipples until you whimpered. the sensory overload was intense: the lingering taste of her on your lips, the musky scent of cum and sweat, the cool air on your heated skin. she ground against you, her erection growing fully hard again, sliding through your folds, teasing your entrance.
“fuck me again,” you breathed, needing her inside.
she didn’t need asking twice. positioning herself, she thrust in smoothly, your wetness easing the way. this time, it was slower at first, savoring the connection—long, deep strokes that let you feel every inch of her. the broken bed creaked ominously with each movement, but it only added to the thrill, like fucking on the edge of disaster.
billie’s eyes locked on yours, intense and loving, as she moved. “you feel amazing,” she groaned, her pace picking up, hips rolling to hit your g-spot perfectly.
you moaned, legs wrapping around her, ankles locking at her lower back. the angle let her go deeper, her pubic bone grinding against your clit with every thrust. pleasure built steadily, coiling tight. her breaths were hot against your neck, interspersed with bites and sucks that would leave bruises tomorrow.
as the intensity ramped up, she grabbed your wrists again, pinning them, dominating the pace. the bed shifted more, wood splintering faintly, but neither cared. sweat poured off you both, bodies slick, sliding together seamlessly.
“harder, billie—break me,” you challenged, voice ragged.
her response was a feral grin, thrusts turning punishing—fast, deep, relentless. the headboard slammed the wall, the mattress tilting further as another support gave way. you came hard, vision blurring, body arching as ecstasy ripped through you. billie followed soon after, burying herself deep and filling you with her cum, hot pulses that made you shudder.
collapsing, you both laughed again at the wreckage. “okay, definitely broken now,” you said, tracing patterns on her chest.
“epic,” she replied, kissing you softly.
but the night wasn’t over. after a brief rest, hydrated with water from the bedside table, billie suggested round three. “wanna ride me?” she asked, lying back, her cock still impressively ready.
you straddled her, the uneven bed making it a challenge, but you sank down onto her slowly, savoring the stretch. hands on her chest for balance, you started moving—up and down, grinding in circles, the friction on your clit divine.
billie’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you, her eyes devouring the sight of you bouncing on her. “that’s it, baby—ride my cock.”
the pace quickened, your moans filling the room, skin slapping echoing. she thrust up to meet you, adding force, the bed groaning in protest. sensory details overwhelmed: the burn in your thighs from the effort, the wet sounds of your arousal, the salty taste of sweat as you leaned down to kiss her.
another orgasm approached, your movements frantic. billie sat up partially, sucking on your breasts, teeth grazing nipples. the dual stimulation sent you over, clenching around her as you came, milking her to her own release, cum spilling inside you.
exhausted but satisfied, you dismounted, curling beside her on the lopsided bed. “think we need a hotel tonight?” you joked.
“nah, this is cozy,” she said, pulling blankets over you both.
sleep came easy, but morning brought reality—the bed was trashed, frame cracked in multiple places. you both stared at it, then dissolved into laughter again.
“best makeup sex ever,” billie declared, hugging you.
“agreed. but next time, reinforce the bed first.”
as the day went on, you ordered a new one online, opting for the sturdiest model. but the memory of that night lingered, a testament to how passionately you loved—and fucked.
weeks passed, the new bed arrived, solid as a rock. but billie, true to her word, made more effort to be home on time. and when she wasn’t, the makeups were just as intense, though they tested the new frame’s limits too.
hii i felt inspired by this tiktok and wanted to write a lil something for it (ended up being long asf but lmaoo)
mainly smut but there's a lot in the beginning n a little fluff before and after, then more smut
this is my first post so ngl Iim nervous asf anddd i have a part 2 cooking already so i hope this goes well lmao n u guys enjoy <3
i might’ve missed some tags bc i’ve never done this before lol
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pov: your fave barista that you've been crushing on comes over to help with your new machine and things get heated
18+
wc: 9142
tags: gxg, oral(r!receiving), fingering, subillie?? idk lowk switch, praise kink, tiny bit of deg, scissoring, fingering, squirting, use of feminine pet names, she/they billie, enby fem reader, bit of drinking, pure filth
You let out a frustrated sigh as you put down the instruction manual for your brand-new espresso machine and simultaneously pick up your phone. You anxiously chew your bottom lip as you open Instagram and go to your messages, your heart beating a little faster when you click your favorite barista’s DM. It’s a shot in the dark, but you spent too much money on this damn machine to just give up on it.
billie
@billosaurusrex
—> hey!
You put your phone down on the counter as if you’re allergic to it, then you hear it vibrate a few seconds later.
billie
@billosaurusrex
hii
Wassup
Their quick replies make you both excited and anxious but you try to calm down and remind yourself she’s just a person. A very hot, charming, smart, talented—you snap yourself out of it and pick up your phone so you can reply.
billie
@billosaurusrex
—> so this is really random but I was wondering if you could help with this😭
You open your camera and snap a picture of the machine and its box.
billie
@billosaurusrex
hell yeah
want me to come over now?
—> like now now?
yeah
i’m not doing anything n i was kinda bored so
let’s set this bad boy up?
—> yess okay
—> it’s just kinda late so i wasn’t expecting that lmaoo
billie
@billosaurusrex
fair
—> i def want to tho
i’ll send you my address :)
billie
@billosaurusrex
perf
see u soon
i’ll msg when i’m omw
You met Billie a few months ago when the shop she worked at was still brand new. You’ve only kind of hung out once, and it was just you giving them a ride home one night. You’ve always wanted to get to know her beyond more than silly texts and quick cafe visits, but you’ve been too scared to make the first move.
You like the last message and find yourself smiling as you send your address along with and number. You’re still surprised she’s willing to come over now, but you were open to it because you’re desperate to set this up and you want to see her.
“Oh shit.” You let out a small gasp and put your phone down, realizing you should probably clean up a bit.
You rush to pick up random shit off the floor and put it in its place, then you wash a couple of dishes. To set the vibe, you pick out a few records to play, picking albums from artists you know they like because of prior conversations. You’re also unsure if Billie will want any, but you’re in the mood, so you grab a bottle of wine and glasses.
You take a deep breath and check your phone, seeing that Billie texted a few minutes ago saying she’s on her way. You look down at your outfit, which is just a camisole and plaid pajama shorts, hoping you look okay enough. It shouldn’t matter, you know, but your tiny crush on them makes you care about the little things.
Over the next fifteen or so minutes, you have a hard time keeping still as you’re anxious about Billie’s arrival, occupying yourself with more tidying. After another couple of minutes, you hear your buzzer go off, prompting you to press the button to let her in the building.
Then it isn’t long before you hear a gentle knock on your front door, making your heart skip a beat. You swiftly open it and smile the second your eyes meet those familiar ocean blue ones.
“Hi.” You say.
“Hi.” Billie smiles back.
“C’mon in.” You step to the side and hold the door open.
You look at them and see they’re wearing an oversized light gray hoodie with sweatpants, and they look as pretty as ever. You try not to stare at her face too long, but you can’t help looking at the pair of metal orbs above and below her right eyebrow, or the hoop in the center of her lip. Her hair is now shoulder-length and black, a little bit shorter than the last time you saw her.
“Thanks.” Billie lets out a small giggle as they step into your apartment. “Where’ve you been? I miss seeing you at the shop.”
“Working.” You chuckle. “I actually got promoted, and they moved me somewhere else, so now the shop isn’t on my commute route anymore.” You close your front door and lock it. “Trust, I miss coming more often.” You sigh. You definitely miss seeing her pretty face, including that cute dimple and smile.
“Aw.” Billie pouts slightly, giving you an excuse to glance down at their lips. “Well, congrats on the promotion.”
“Thank you.” You giggle. “I try to stop by when I can, though.”
“Mm good.” She nods.
“But that’s a part of why I bought this thing.” You lead them into the kitchen.
“Oh my god.” Billie’s eyes widen. “This is bigger than I thought, to be honest.” They take a step back and look at the box on your counter.
“That’s what she said.” You can’t help smiling softly.
Billie was about to say something, but they ended up pausing with their mouth slightly open, quickly shooting you a look of playful annoyance.
“It shouldn’t be too bad though.” They say, and you see the slight smile creep up on their lips.
“Great, thank you again.” You say as you walk over to your record player.
“Course.”
You feel Billie’s eyes on you as you carefully place the first vinyl of choice down and turn the player on, then set the volume to a reasonable level.
“Figured we might be here a while.” You look at them once you’re back in the kitchen.
For some reason, the way Billie is looking at you makes your stomach twist slightly, and you find yourself unable to look into her eyes without your face heating up.
“Yup.” Billie begins rolling her hoodie sleeves up, and your eyes flicker down to her tatted right forearm.
Billie doesn’t notice though, because they immediately begin taking the machine out of the box, as all you did was take the instructions out after opening it. You don’t mind though, since you can continue staring, briefly looking at the part of their face that is visible. Yet again, you feel that familiar twist in your stomach, but you find yourself not minding it.
“To be honest, the hard part won’t be setting it up,” She continues, taking all of the pieces out of the box. “And I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but it’ll be teaching you how to use and adjust it.” She chuckles.
“Understandable.” You let out a small laugh.
“We’ll do it though,” They look over at you. “Plus, you can reach out to me whenever you need.” They smile.
“Aww, thanks.” You smile back. Your thoughts immediately wander to a dirtier place as you can’t help thinking about how you need them in other ways.
You’re so distracted by those thoughts that you accidentally don’t pay attention to what Billie is saying about the machine, picturing her—
“(Name)?” Billie moves slightly closer to you.
“Hm?” You look up and meet their eyes. “Sorry-I…uh.”
“It’s alright,” They giggle, and the noise makes your heart tug. “Ready? I’ll start from the top.”
“Yes.” You nod.
This time, you pay attention as Billie goes over the different parts of the espresso machine and their functions, from the grinder, the portafilter, and the buttons. Before you know it, you’ve listened to half of an album and cracked open the bottle of wine.
Billie ends up deciding to have some, and you pour them a glass while the two of you take a break for a few minutes. You end up having random conversations during this time, joking and catching up on things you’ve missed, while also learning new things about them. You love talking to her, but you also love getting to look at her face up close, and wish you could be closer.
“Alright, alright.” Billie tucks some of their hair behind their ear, which is something you find really cute. “Ready?”
“Yup.” You take one more sip of your wine before putting the glass down.
“Okay, so this is how the filter works.” Billie starts, and they take the portafilter out with its handle. You occasionally glance at their hands as they grip the filter and explain the different parts of it.
By the time they’re done going over how to use and clean the steam wand, the first album has finished playing. It’s also time for a wine refill, and both of you are finishing your glasses faster than you thought you would.
“You get the next pick.” You say to Billie as you walk over to the record player to switch albums. Billie thinks about it for a couple of seconds before choosing, then you walk away to put that album on.
When you come back, your breath hitches when you see Billie in the middle of pulling their hoodie off. Your eyes automatically glance down as her shirt is dragged up by the hoodie, revealing her abdomen and the tattoo in the center of it.
Billie is oblivious to your stare as you keep trailing down the tattoo that leads into their pants, then you notice the waistband of their boxers peeking out. Then Billie stretches, making her boxers stick out just a little bit more, and your face flushes.
Billie’s eyes suddenly meet yours and your heart flutters, the two of you just linger for a moment.
“You okay?” Billie asks with a small laugh.
“Y-yeah, I just uh…” You trail off and look away, trying to come up with something. “Sorry, is it too warm in here?” You glance at their hoodie.
“Oh no, it’s fine.” She nods. “It was the hoodie’s fault.” She giggles and you catch her eyes briefly flicker down to your top..
You’re far from drunk, but tipsy enough to have to hold yourself back from saying flirtatious things to them.
“Ready?” Billie exhales as they put their glass down.
“Yup.” You nod and mentally tell yourself to lock in.
Billie explains how to use the grinder again as they grab the bag of coffee beans, then they pour some into the machine.
“Okay, so this part is really important cause it’ll change the taste of your coffee.” Billie locks eyes with you, making you lose focus as you look into them.
You nod and pretend to understand what they talked about anyway, watching as they take the portafilter out of the machine.
“What’d I say?” Billie looks at you again, a slight smile on her face.
“I-what?” You stutter, caught off guard by the question.
“I said, what’d I say?” She steps closer, and your stomach flutters. “You definitely didn’t hear me.” She giggles. “What’s got you so distracted, hm?” You swear her tone has a flirty edge to it, but you also don’t trust your instincts.
“Nothing, I just…um…” You briefly glance away. “I just think your eyes are really pretty.” Your face flushes as you look at her.
You’ve told Billie this before, in fact it was the first compliment you ever gave them, but you mean it differently now.
“Oh, thank you.” Billie’s face flushes and they seem more shy.
“My bad though,” You chuckle. “What’d you say?”
“The size of the grind affects the speed of the shot, which then affects the taste.” They say, and you nod. “The finer the grind size, the slower it’s gonna come out. The coarser the grind size, the faster it’s gonna come out.” They explain slowly, along with hand gestures. “Fast equals sour, slow equals bitter.”
Billie then clicks the filter into place again and pushes a button so the grinder turns on. She takes it out to even out the grind before tamping it down, explaining why as she does it.
“This one is probably gonna be ass, not gonna lie.” She chuckles.
You laugh and bite your bottom lip as both of you watch the espresso come out, immediately noticing it’s pulling too fast.
“Damnit.” Billie giggles. “Sometimes it takes a few tries.” By the time they’re done talking, the shot is in the cup.
“I see.” You chuckle.
“Wanna try it?” Billie picks the mug up and sniffs it, then they cringe.
“No?” You giggle.
Billie looks at it before shrugging and taking a sip, regret immediately taking over her face, which makes you laugh.
“C’mon,” The way her tone lowers and her eyes lock on you makes your stomach twist. “You gotta.”
“Fine.” You sigh dramatically as you take the cup.
You take a sip, and you’re barely able to swallow it because of how bad it tastes, much to Billie’s amusement.
“You’re trying to kill me.” You dump the shot out in the sink.
Billie’s laugh makes your stomach flip. “I am not.”
“Sure.” You take a couple of sips of wine.
“I promise,” She giggles. “I’d never, you’re too pretty.”
“Oh.” You breathe out, your cheeks growing hot.
“Sorry, too much?” Billie cringes and picks up her glass.
“No, no,” You say quickly while shaking your head. “I-thank you. I was just surprised." You giggle.
“Fair.” They look relieved as they take a sip.
“I think you’re really pretty too.” You say, feeling a slight confidence boost now that you know they’re flirting back.
“Thank you.” She giggles.
You look into Billie’s eyes for a moment, then glance down at her lips before looking into her eyes again. She opens her mouth to say something, but then the music stops, making both of you giggle.
“Time for number three.” You say.
Your mind is full of a million thoughts as you walk away to switch the albums out, and you decide to pick something on the softer side. You already know how you feel about Billie, but now you’re even more curious about how they feel about you. You’re nervous but excited to test the waters, hoping Billie sees you in a more than platonic way.
You walk back to the kitchen once you’re done and you watch Billie set up another shot before pulling it.
“This is the worst part, it can take a while,” They let out a dramatic sigh. “But I wanna make sure this is correct for you.”
“Aw,” You smile. “Don’t worry, we have time.”
“I should’ve asked a lot sooner, but is it okay if I spend the night?” Billie looks at their phone.
“Course,” You chuckle. “Isn’t it almost midnight?”
“It’s after it, actually.” She shows you her screen with the time reading 12:10 am.
“Oh shit.” Your eyes widen.
Billie giggles and removes the mug so she can look at the shot. “This isn’t perfect, but it’s closer to what we’re looking for.” She moves closer to show you the inside. “I won’t make you taste this one though.” You both chuckle.
“Oh, thank god.” You drink more of your wine instead, nearly done with your glass.
“I will make you pull this next one though.” They say as they pour the shot out.
You let out a small groan, and Billie makes a face at you.
“C’mon, you gotta learn.” She chuckles and removes the portafilter before knocking the grinds out. “And this machine does half the work for you.”
When Billie gives it to you, your hand briefly brushes against theirs, and you don’t miss the way their cheeks darken.
“I already adjusted the grind, all you have to do is lock the filter in place.” She says.
You try to copy what you saw her doing earlier, but you fumble with putting the filter in place as you’re unable to find the spot, making Billie giggle.
“Okay, hold on.” She chuckles and stands next to you. “Here.”
Billie grabs the end of the filter handle while your hand rests on the base, your fingers touching slightly. They show you where to look to make sure the filter is lined up right, twisting it slightly before pushing it up with ease and twisting it again to lock it in place.
“Not too bad, right?” She bites her lower lip and you glance down at them.
“Mhm.” You mumble, completely losing your train of thought.
“Good.” Her tone makes your stomach dip slightly. You watch Billie take the filter out again and you keep your grip on it after she removes her hand. “Try again.”
You do exactly what both of you just did and successfully lock the filter into place, making you smile.
“Good job,” Billie says, dangerously close to your ear, and you can’t see her but you feel like she’s smirking.
You feel her shoulder brush against yours because of how close she’s standing, and your whole body reacts. Both of you watch, and after a couple of seconds, your shot is done pulling. You grab the mug, then turn around to face them and move back a little.
“Wow,” Billie says as they look down at the shot. “That looks good.”
“Really?” You look up in surprise.
“Yes.” She chuckles and looks up, her eyes meeting yours. “Perfect.” She breathes out.
Neither of you says anything as Billie steps closer and reaches past you to put the mug back down, but then they stay directly in front of you.
“Billie…” You trail off, suddenly frozen.
“Can I um…Can I kiss you?” She looks as nervous as she sounds.
“Yes.” You nod.
Billie then closes the gap between you, kissing you so softly you can tell she’s still a bit hesitant. You smile against her lips as you kiss her back, the two of you sharing a few more simple kisses before you pull back.
“C’mon Bils,” You look into their eyes. “Kiss me like you mean it.”
Billie does exactly as you say, kissing you passionately as they press against your body, pushing you against the countertop. You gasp softly, and they use it as an opportunity to swipe their tongue against your bottom lip, then you grant them access. Billie groans as she continues kissing you deeply and you feel her arm wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer.
“Fuck.” They mumble after pulling back for air. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Thank you.” You smile. “So are you.”
Billie responds by kissing you again, both of your pent-up feelings coming through in the kisses. Your hands make their way to her body as you hold her tightly, then you feel her hand slide under your shirt. She gives you one more kiss before kissing your cheek and then making her way down your neck.
“Bils.” You moan softly.
“Keep calling me that.” They groan against your skin. “Please.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” She kisses you softly, but it’s full of hunger.
“Keep touching me.” You gasp as their hand rides up your bare skin.
“Are you sure you want this?” Billie pulls back for a second and looks into your eyes, their breaths heavy.
“I’m so fucking sure.” You giggle.
“I can’t believe this is real.” She says, then her lips meet yours again.
“I didn’t know you felt this way.” You say after a few more kisses.
“Mm, me neither.” She rests her head against your forehead. “We could’ve done this a lot sooner.” She giggles.
You hum and go back to kissing them passionately, wrapping your arms around their neck. Both of you shift over slightly without pulling apart, then you feel Billie’s hands on the waistband of your shorts.
“Been teasing me all night,” She breathes out. “These cute little shorts and this small ass top.” She pulls back. “Your tits look so fucking good in this, by the way.”
You let out a small gasp as they slowly pull your shorts down before allowing them to fall to the floor. You open your mouth to respond, but Billie kisses you instead, and you groan as you kiss her back. Your whole body feels electrified from their words and actions, leaving you aching for more.
“Billie.” You moan as her hand caresses the outside of your underwear.
“Mm, you’re so wet for me, baby.” They kiss right below your ear, sending a chill down your spine. “Fuck.”
They run circles on your clothed clit, making the damp spot grow as your hips buck.
“Fuck me.” You blurt out. “Please.”
Billie gives you one last kiss before pulling back, but they keep a grip on your waist.
“Up.” She whispers.
You hop up, and they help lift you onto your kitchen counter, sending a wave of excitement through you. You bend slightly so you can kiss Billie deeply and you feel her finger hook under your underwear waistline. You lift your hips again so Billie can pull them down, dropping them next to your shorts.
You spread your legs, and Billie simply stares for a moment, making your flushed face grow darker. She places her hands on your inner thighs to keep your legs open, then she keeps one hand still as the other slides up your thigh. Billie looks up at you, and your breath hitches when your eyes lock, then your hips lift with anticipation. She fits perfectly between your legs, and she finally gets so close to your cunt that you feel her breath tickle you.
“So pretty.” Billie says softly while looking at your cunt.
“Billie.” You whine, but your face flushes at their words.
Billie caves in and places their tongue flat against your soaked clit, making both of you moan. Your head falls back with another moan as Billie moves her tongue, dragging it down to collect your juices before coming back up to your clit. Your moans only grow louder when she uses her fingers to spread your folds further, allowing her to suck on your clit.
“Fuck, fuck.” You moan and look down at her.
Billie’s mouth continues working as they look up at you and hum against your pussy, the vibration making you squirm. They’re an expert with their tongue, paying attention to how your body reacts to various movements, making that pressure in your stomach grow.
“You taste so good, baby.” Billie pulls back slightly to take a breath. The sight of her lips wet with your slick and her chin glossy makes you groan as she looks hotter than you imagined.
“Thank you.” You smile. “You’re so hot, Bils.”
Billie hums as she buries her face in your pussy again, her tongue circling your clit.
“You look so damn good like this.” You keep your eyes on them. “So pretty between my thighs,” You place your hand on their head.
Billie’s moan is louder than the previous ones, making you smirk.
“Aww, you liked that, huh?” You bite your lower lip. “You’re doing so good, sweet girl.”
Billie lets out a soft gasp that sends a ripple of excitement through you, adding to your pleasure. Then you feel one of her fingers poke your entrance, making you moan as you lean back to give her better access. Billie slides it in with ease without taking her mouth off of your clit, making you moan deeply.
“Just like that, fuck.” You gasp.
Billie adds another finger before curling them as they repeatedly thrust in and out with a steady rhythm.
“Oh god, Billie.” Your moan is borderline pornographic. “I’m gonna cum, keep going.” You grip their hair but not hard enough to hurt.
Billie picks up the pace and after a couple more thrusts, your orgasm slams into you. You moan her name as your cum coats her fingers and tongue, Billie moaning with you as she fucks you through it.
Once you whimper, she stops and gives your pussy a few gentle kisses as she slides her fingers out. Both of you are breathless and speechless, locking eyes for a moment as you come down from your orgasm.
Billie comes up to stand between your legs, and you lean forward, then they kiss you passionately. You can’t help groaning softly into her mouth at the taste of yourself on her tongue.
“You did so fucking good, Bils.” You say during a brief break from the fierce kisses.
Her response is a soft groan as her lips meet yours again, tongues tangling effortlessly.
“Couch.” You mumble after pulling back.
Billie moves back so you can hop off the counter, but then they can’t resist pulling you against them and kissing you. You keep your mouth on theirs as you slide your hands under the waistband of their pants, then they help you pull them down.
Both of you finally pull apart once you’re completely out of breath and you rest your forehead on hers. You pull back and take a deep look at Billie’s face, from her pretty eyes to her swollen lips.
“You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” Your voice is soft and tender as you look into their eyes.
Billie seems a bit caught off guard, in a good way, as their cheeks darken further. “I-I um.” They glance away from you.
“Billie, you’re absolutely gorgeous.” You whisper before kissing her tenderly. “Gonna let me see more of you, sweet girl?” You kiss the corner of her lips, then her cheek.
“Yes.” She lets out a shaky breath.
You kiss her neck and the soft noise she makes encourages you to keep going, making her moan a bit louder.
“Good girl.” You whisper into their ear. Billie shivers, and you smile as you pull back. “You love being praised, don’t you, baby?”
Billie nods. “Yes,” Her voice is slightly higher-pitched.
“Mm, cute.” You giggle.
Both of you then finally move to the couch, stopping right in front of it. Billie slides their hands under your shirt to help pull it off of you, their eyes going straight to your chest. Your face flushes as she studies you, feeling slightly nervous under her gaze. You weren’t wearing anything under the camisole, so now you’re fully bare in front of them.
You help Billie take off their shirt, then it’s your turn to stare at their chest, cleavage sticking out of their sports bra. Neither of you says anything as she removes her sports bra, then you let out a soft gasp.
“Yeah, they’re bigger than they look.” She giggles, her face growing darker.
“That too, but also um, uh…” You’re at a loss for words as you look at their sternum tattoo and right nipple piercing.
“Oh, right.” Billie chuckles. “I’ve been meaning to get the other side done, but I’m a pussy.”
“Fair.” You let out a small laugh. “You should definitely get it.” You step closer.
“Come with me then.” She smirks.
“It’s a date.” You chuckle.
“Perfect,” Billie giggles. “Although, maybe we should do something relatively normal first.”
“Getting your nip pierced is totally a normal firs—second? Date.” You smile.
“Yeah, sure.” Billie playfully rolls their eyes. “Whatever you say, gorgeous.”
You then move closer and kiss Billie, both of you groaning when your bare chests contact each other. Your kisses are passionate yet tender as Billie pulls their boxers down, then you pull them closer.
“Are you wet for me, sweet girl?” You say against their lips.
Before Billie can respond, your hand travels down between their legs, and you press it against their cunt. Billie gasps, and their legs shift slightly, giving you better access to rub their wet folds.
“Perfect.” You whisper before kissing her. You rub gentle circles on her clit, making her moan into your mouth. “God, you’re so hot.” You mumble as you kiss down her neck, your fingers still moving.
“Need you.” She whines, and the sound makes your cunt ache.
You gently push her to sit on the couch, then you kiss her as you turn her so she lies down. Your lips remain on her feverishly as your knee fits perfectly between her thighs. Both of you moan again when your chests touch as you lie down on top of her, and Billie adjusts comfortably.
“You’re so pretty.” You pull back to admire Billie’s pink face. “Need to see you all fucked out.” You lean down again to kiss their jaw, then kiss down their neck.
Billie moans, and your hands explore their body as you slide up, then they move down so you're straddling their upper thigh.
“Fuck.” You breathe out when she lifts her thigh a bit, making contact with your bare cunt.
You give Billie one more kiss before sitting up and making sure you keep your eyes locked on theirs. You move your hands up her torso, and you feel her quiver beneath your touch, then you cup her tits. Billie groans as you target her nipples while your thigh spreads her legs open further. She then lifts her hips and you slide down closer so your thigh contacts her pussy, making both of you groan.
You shift again and grab her waist, pulling yourself closer while Billie moves down. Your pussy comes into direct contact with her for a moment, making both of you moan at the sudden touch, but then it’s gone. You sigh but keep adjusting, and Billie also moves below you, trying to find that sweet spot again. Both of you giggle softly, then they turn into breathy moans as you rock against her.
After another switch, you know you’ve found the perfect position because of the moans both of you let out as your wet clits meet. You remain in a steady rhythm as you grip Billie tighter, eyes closing briefly because of the pure bliss you feel. Billie grinds with you to create more pressure, then both of you moan and curse. You can hear the squelch of your wetness, and the filthy noise turns you on even more.
“Feels good, sweet girl?” You open your eyes again and look at Billie.
They lift their head to look at you, and your pussy flutters at the sight of their flushed face and parted lips.
“Mm, yeah you like being fucked on my couch, huh?” Your hand moves up to squeeze her tit just hard enough to leave her skin red after a moment. “Such a good little slut for me.” Your voice drops a bit. At the same time, you pinch her nipple with the two metal orbs.
Billie suddenly quivers beneath you, a raw moan ripped from her throat as she grinds against your harder. Their orgasm seemed to be a surprise to both of you as Billie’s eyes widened and their face flushed more.
“Oh my god, Bils.” You chuckle softly, and your hips stop moving, then you take the moment to catch your breath.
“I-Um.” She still looks shocked as her body finally relaxes. “Uh.”
“It’s okay, baby.” You laugh. “That might’ve been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” You bite your lip. “I can’t even think of how to tease you about it.”
Both of you giggle, and you lean down to kiss her softly a couple of times.
“I need to see you cum again.” You whisper against their lips before slowly trailing open kisses to their jaw. “-m gonna wreck you, Billie.” You whisper the promise in her ear, then leave a gentle kiss below it.
Billie whimpers and the sound makes your clit throb, encouraging you to gently rock your hips.
“Please.” She grips your thighs, and you groan. “More.”
“Fuck, good girl.” You give her one more kiss before sitting up.
You rock faster, and you feel your core tighten more as your wet clits grind over each other, your thighs dripping. The two of you fit together perfectly like a puzzle piece and you caress each other wherever you can reach.
You take in the beautiful sight beneath you, looking from Billie’s flushed face down to their pretty pussy, admiring it all. You’re obsessed with every inch of her and you wanna make sure she feels it. You take your time looking at the tattoo between her chest and the one on her hip, making a mental note to kiss them at some point.
Billie moans your name and their higher-pitched tone, combined with their whine, nearly makes you cum.
“Harder baby.” You groan. “C’mon, fuck my pussy.”
Billie presses harder into you and rocks her hips slightly faster, then you watch her pace. Every time your clit brushes against her, a wave of pleasure shoots through your entire body,
“Good girl.” You breathe out. “Fuck, I’m close.”
Billie looks into your eyes, and you feel her nails dig into your thigh, the pain surprisingly making you moan.
“You make me feel so good,” Billie says and you can tell they had to hold back a moan.
“I wanna hear you, baby.” You say. “Show me how I make you feel. Show me how much you like being fucked by me.”
Then you watch Billie crumple completely, moaning loudly as her orgasm rips through her, her whole body shaking. Her thighs clamp harder as her pussy soaks yours and the feeling aids in sending you over the edge. You try to keep your eyes open but fail as the overwhelming pleasure spreads through your body, but you continue to rock your hips.
Both of you gradually come to a stop, breathing heavily as you look at her again.
“So pretty.” You whisper as you lean down.
You end up lying on top of her, and you both adjust your legs so you’re fully lying down, bodies intertwined. You wrap your arm around their torso, and you can feel them breathing heavily, their body occasionally twitching.
“You did so well baby.” You kiss their neck softly, and Billie groans.
“Says the one who made me cum in like a millisecond.” She chuckles.
You let out a small laugh. “Again, that was so hot, Bils.”
“You’re hot.” She continues giggling.
You mumble a soft thanks as Billie turns to face you, and their arm wraps around your waist. This time, Billie kisses you first, soft and gentle with just her swollen lips. You kiss her back and pull her closer while gently caressing her hip. When you pull back, both of you just look at each other, full of affection, for a moment.
“Oh, you don’t mind the pet names, right? I hope they weren’t too feminine or anything.” You say, feeling slightly nervous.
“I loved them, silly.” Billie smiles. “But I appreciate you checking, that’s really cute.”
“Course.” You smile back.
“I mainly love them cause they’re coming from you.”
Your stomach twists, and you feel your face heat up again, then you let out a nervous giggle.
“I’m serious, you can call me whatever you want.” Their smile says the opposite of their words. “Your voice is so fucking hot.”
“Have you heard yourself?” She giggles and her eyebrow raises.
“You just like being told what to do.” You chuckle.
Now Billie is the one who’s stumped for a second as their face turns bright red again.
“You’re so cute.” You chuckle and kiss them softly.
“Mm, I’m also hungry.” Billie giggles.
“Same.” You nod. “Should we order something?”
“Sounds good, baby.” Billie’s tone is soft.
You share a few more kisses before both of you slowly get up, groaning at your slightly achy muscles.
“I’ll be back.” You kiss her cheek softly.
You go fill two glasses with ice water for the two of you, then when you come back you see Billie on their phone.
“Aww, thank you.” Billie said when she looked up and took one of the glasses.
“Course.” You smile.
Then you sit down on the couch next to Billie and find yourself already missing feeling their body against you.
“C’mere.” You say as you spread your legs wide.
Billie sits in between them, sitting perfectly as she leans against your chest comfortably. You wrap one arm around their waist, and the other mindlessly caresses their soft skin after you put your glass down.
“I think there’s a pizza place nearby if you’re in the mood for that.” You say, watching Billie open a food delivery app.
“That works for me.” They nod and hand you their phone.
You find the place and talk about what both of you want, occasionally showing them the menu, then decide. You absentmindedly caressed Billie’s skin during this time, your hand traveling wherever it wanted to. Once you’re done, you hand their phone back and Billie completes the order.
“Thank you, baby girl.” You say.
Billie’s natural reaction is a soft giggle, and it makes your stomach flip. Neither of you says anything as you touch Billie’s waist, your hand gradually getting closer to their hips.
“It’ll be here in like half an hour.” Billie says.
“Good.” You say.
The two of you continue talking about random things for the next couple of minutes, and you watch Billie play a game on their phone. You mindlessly draw shapes on their waist, occasionally drifting towards their stomach, then move down to their hip.
Billie lets out a soft whimper and you feel their back arch slightly.
“What is it, Bils?” Your tone is innocent even though your fingers are on their hip.
When she doesn’t answer you, you lower your hand and brush your fingers against her wet folds, making her gasp.
“You’re so needy, aren’t you, baby?” You continue caressing her outer folds and her legs open a bit more. “Yeah, you are.” You smirk.
“Need more.” Billie breathes out. “Please.”
“Mm I know, you’re soaked.” You slide one finger down to their opening.
Billie moans softly and her hips buck, desperate for some type of relief for her aching cunt. You add another finger and slide up and down to gather her wetness, but purposely avoid touching her slick clit.
You wanna keep teasing her, but she lets out a whine so needy and perfect, you finally begin rubbing her clit. Billie moans and their back arches slightly as you slide down again before coming back up to continue rubbing circles.
“Fuck me, please.” Billie moans. “Need your fingers in me.”
“You’re such a good girl.” You say. “You sound so sweet, asking for what you want.”
You slowly insert both of your fingers into her dripping hole at once, making Billie moan loudly and grip your arm. They moan your name as you continue sinking your fingers in, then you wrap your other arm around their waist.
“Good girl.” You breathe out. “Want me to make you cum again, don’t you?”
Billie nods and moans when you pick up the pace, curling and pumping your fingers inside of her.
“Words.” You pause your movements, making her groan.
“Yes, baby. I wanna cum again.” She blurts out. “Please.” Her voice is full of desperation, and you feel her cunt drip on your fingers.
You resume fingering her, loud squishing sounds filling the room along with her sweet moans. Billie suddenly moans louder and her hips buck, then you feel that spongy spot inside of her cunt. You make it your mission to repeatedly pound into it, making Billie’s pussy flutter again.
“Fuck, right there,” Billie says between moans.
“Gonna cum, sweet girl?”
“Yes—fuck, yes,” She then moans your name.
You switch your other hand from their waist to their clit, rubbing circles as your fingers thrust into their cunt.
“Oh fuck,” She cries out. “I-”
Billie is interrupted by her own moan as her pussy gushes all over your hands, her entire body shaking. You moan out of surprise and continue fucking her through it, earning another small gush on your fingers. Billie is fully pressed against you as her thighs clamp around your arm, then she goes limp after a few seconds. You slowly come to a stop after Billie whimpers, using your other hand to hold her again.
“Good job, baby girl.” You kiss her cheek. “That was so fucking hot, you did so good for me.”
Billie can only hum as she breathes heavily, resting her head against your chest. Her thighs close, and she lets out a small whimper as you gently pull your fingers out of her. Billie then sits up a bit so they can turn slightly and you lean down to kiss them.
“I’ve never felt this good before.” Billie looks into your eyes. “And I…I’ve certainly never done that before.” Their face becomes even redder, and they attempt to hide in your chest again.
You let out a small laugh and kiss the top of their head. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart.” You intertwine your fingers with theirs. “I loved it.” You giggle. “And loved the fact that it was because of me.”
Billie hums in agreement, then grabs her phone from next to her on the couch.
“Oh shit, we have like fifteen minutes,” Billie says.
You groan and sit up, causing Billie to sit up as well.
“Wait,” Billie mumbles softly and you look at her.
Then she presses her lips against yours gently, her emotions coming through the kiss. Your stomach twists as you kiss them back and keep things slow yet passionate. Billie adjusts more and cups your face, leading to the two of you getting carried away in a tender make-out session.
Billie pulls back and your eyes flutter down in time to see a string of saliva from your mouth, making your pussy ache. Billie seems to notice too, as she bites her bottom lip and stares at yours for a second with temptation.
“We need to get dressed.” They giggle, still holding your face gently.
“Mm.” You kiss her one more time, unable to get enough of her soft lips.
You finally loosen your grip on Bilie’s waist, but keep your hand on her body as long as you can she stands up with a groan. You giggle as you follow suit, your back aching a little bit from how you guys were sitting.
Then, both of you get dressed and Billie goes to the bathroom to clean up. After a minute or two, you hear her call your name softly, prompting you to go to the bathroom.
“Can I uh…?” Billie starts.
The door is slightly cracked, and you take it as an invitation to push the door open.
“Can I borrow…something? I dunno what, but my boxers got a bit ruined.” Their face flushes as they lock eyes with you.
“Oh yeah, of course.” You nod. “Give me a sec.” You can’t help smiling as you turn around, feeling a bit of pride.
You go to your room and dig around for a shirt long enough, then you go back to give it to Billie.
“Thank you.” She smiles.
“Course.” You nod before stepping back outside.
Once Billie comes back into the living room, your jaw drops slightly. You can’t help staring as you’re enamored by how good they look in your shirt, just your shirt.
“Stop it,” Billie says softly and you don’t miss the blush that creeps up their face.
“Well…you’re really hot.” You chuckle. “Can’t help it.” Your eyes stay on her as she moves closer.
You close the gap between you two by kissing her softly, Billie letting out a hum of satisfaction as they kiss you back. You get a few soft kisses in before Billie’s phone chimes and they break the kiss to look at it.
“Oh fuck, he’s pulling up.” They gasp.
Billie pulls back completely, but their eyes linger on your lips for a moment before returning to their phone. After another minute or so, Billie meets the driver by the front door, and you wait for another minute as they retrieve the food.
“Thank you, baby girl.”
“You’re welcome.” She smiles as she walks to the kitchen to put the food down. “Thank you for everything tonight.”
“Aww.” You smile. “Course, you’re the one who helped me.” You chuckle and wrap your arm around her, pressing your body against hers from behind.
“That was nothing.” Billie giggles and turns around so she can kiss you gently. Your soft kisses are interrupted by the sound of Billie’s stomach rumbling, making both of you laugh after pulling apart.
Both of you help yourselves to pizza and more wine, laughing and getting to know each other as you sit down at the island to eat.
After you’re both done eating, you sit on the couch together, making yourselves comfortable under the blanket. You go back and forth on what to watch before finally agreeing on a show both of you have seen before so you don’t have to pay that much attention. The two of you end up getting lost in conversation after a bit, the TV reduced to background noise.
After another two episodes, you notice Billie is completely quiet and their breathing pattern has changed.
“Bils?” You whisper, gently shaking their shoulder with your own.
You look down at them and can’t help smiling softly because they’re sound asleep, light snores coming from their lips.
“Baby girl.” You giggle and shake them again, feeling a little guilty for having to wake them up.
“Hm?” She sits up slowly, yawning as she blinks her eyes open.
“I think it’s time for bed, yeah?” You gently caress her side.
“Mhm.” She hums. “Oops, sorry.” She giggles.
“It’s alright.” You let out a small laugh.
Both of you get up and groan as you stretch, then you turn the TV off. Billie stares at you for a second before blinking, her face still full of sleepiness, making you chuckle.
“You’re adorable.” You whisper.
Billie responds by giving you a quick kiss, then she gently intertwines her fingers with yours and you smile. You make sure everything is off downstairs, then both of you go to the bathroom and take turns.
Then you decide to brush your teeth together, but you both keep giggling because Billie has to use her finger as a brush. You can’t help stealing glances at them in the mirror and both of you blush when your eyes meet, then you chuckle. Once you’re both done, you take their hand to lead them to your room.
After getting into your bed with a soft groan, you pull Billie close and she wraps her arm around your waist. You’re both wordless as you lean in at the same time and kiss each other softly, your lips moving perfectly in sync. The few kisses turn into gently making out as you caress each other and your legs comfortably intertwine.
“I was not expecting the night to go the way it did.” You let out a soft giggle as you pull back.
“Mm, me neither.” They smile. “But I’m really happy with it.”
“Good.” You nod and give her a quick kiss.
“I like how I feel with you,” Billie says softly and her hand caresses the side of your face. “I can be myself.”
“Aww, Bils.” You smile. “Of course, I wouldn’t want anything else.” You look into their eyes.
“Random—and I promise I have a point,” She chuckles. “But can I mention my ex real quick?”
“Sure.” You say with a confused giggle.
“Basically she uh…she always put me in a box because of my appearance. Y’know, I tend to be a little more masculine, so she made me play that role, which,” Billie gently plays with your fingers. “I didn’t always want to be dominant and like…tough I guess, all the time though. Emotionally or physically.”
“Understandable.” You nod. “That’s shitty of her.” You frown.
You’re surprised by how hearing Billie discuss another woman fills your stomach with a bit of jealousy. You try to suppress the jealousy because you know it isn’t right, but you can’t help tightening your arm around their waist.
“Right, but the only plus was that she made me eat her out all the time.” Billie’s lips curl into a slight smirk. “That I did love.” She bites her lower lip. “And I’ve always been gifted at it, in my opinion.” The tone of their voice and the way they look at you make your core ache.
“Yeah?” You don’t know what else to say, your voice slightly shaky.
“Yeah.” She nods, her eyes locking with yours. “Enough about her though.” Billie playfully rolls her eyes. “Talking about it is making me want to eat you again.” She giggles.
“Really?” You raise an eyebrow, and at the same time feel your clit throb.
“Yeah.” She bites her lip. “Can I?” She looks at you with pure desire. “Please?” Her voice softens in that way that makes your stomach flip.
“Mm…” You nod as you move closer to her. “You’re not too sleepy?” You giggle, but the question is genuine.
“Never that.” She smirks as she also shifts closer.
“Then yes.” Your lips ghost against theirs.
Billie hums in satisfaction before kissing you softly, then they kiss from your jaw down to your neck. Your breathing pattern changes as they slide under the large comforter and you decide to leave it on, enjoying not knowing what their next move will be.
Billie seems to have no problem with it as she spreads your legs wide while kissing your inner thighs. You take a deep breath when they pause, but you can feel their face close to your cunt because of their breath. Then, without warning, Billie places her mouth on you and begins sucking your clit.
You moan loudly as your back arches, your eyes widening from the surprise, and Billie’s mouth is relentless. They lick and suck you perfectly, having more space this time to explore your pussy since you’re lying down.
“Oh fuck, Billie.” You moan and grab the top of their head through the comforter. “Feels so good, baby girl.”
Billie shifts closer, and you feel her hands slide up your body until they find your tits. You moan at the added pleasure, then gasp when Billie pinches your nipples and your hips buck. Billie chuckles and pulls back for just a moment, their breath tickling your thigh.
You miss being able to see their eyes and pretty face, so you decide to go ahead and move the comforter. Billie immediately looks up at you but their mouth doesn’t stop, and they moan softly, the vibration making you whine. Their back arches further, causing their ass to stick up more, and you can’t help staring at both.
Billie sticks to using her mouth only, slowing down and exploring your folds with her tongue. Your moans grow louder as she sucks your clit and occasionally licks down to your hole. You grab the top of their head again, your thighs briefly clamping around their head as you feel waves of pleasure.
“Billie.” You moan louder and grip her hair, your thighs bucking. “-m gonna cum.” You gasp.
“Yeah, baby?” They pull back for a second, making you whine.
“Yes.” You nod.
“Mm, ask nicely.” She kisses your inner thigh.
“Please, Bils.” You look into their eyes. “Can I cum?” You pout and your hips buck, missing the feeling of her on your pussy.
Billie hums as she kisses your clit, then she starts licking and sucking it again, making you moan.
“Fuck, please.” You cry out and push her head down, making her moan.
“Cum for me.” Billie looks up at you.
You break almost instantly, moaning and cursing as your whole body shakes while you cum on her tongue. Your head falls back and your back arches as you experience pure bliss, Billie’s mouth still working your cunt. Your body quivers and you whine from the overstimulation, making Billie slow down before stopping. You flinch when she gently kisses your cunt a few times, moaning softly.
Billie catches her breath as she lies back next to you, then she kisses you softly and moves closer. You groan at the taste of yourself on their lips and wrap your arm around them as you deepen the kiss.
“You really are fucking good at that.” You giggle, resting your forehead against theirs. “So good.” You hum.
“Thank you.” Billie smiles. “You’re delectable.”
“Oh, that’s a big word.” You say playfully. “Thanks though, I’m glad.” You kiss her softly.
After a few more kisses, Billie pulls back first and looks into your eyes deeply.
“I really like you,” Billie says, their voice seemingly a bit nervous. “I mean I know we have to like get to know each other more and stuff but-”
You cut them off by kissing them softly, making them groan but then you feel them smile against your lips.
“I like you a lot too, Billie.” You say after pulling back. “And there’s so much I wanna know about you, but it’s okay to say we like each other.” You giggle.
“I know, I just…I dunno. I was overthinking it, and I’m scared of rejection.”
“I understand, sweet girl,” You gently cup her face. “I was scared too, that’s why I never made the first move.”
“Well then,” They let out a breathy chuckle. “I’m glad we talked about it.”
“Me too.” You giggle. “I’m ready to get some sleep now though.”
“Me too,” She nods and yawns. “Goodnight baby.” She looks into your eyes as she gently caresses your face.
“Goodnight, sweet girl.” You smile softly.
Both of you move closer and you give Billie a few more small kisses before she turns around, getting comfortable in your embrace. You whisper a few more sweet words, then it doesn’t take long for both of you to fall asleep.
Bonus
“What’s up with you today?” Billie’s coworker/work bestie asks as she wipes down a counter, a slight smile on her face.
“What?” Billie purposely acts dumb and busies herself with cleaning the steam wand.
“You’re literally glowing.” Her coworker chuckles. “And you’re being…suspicious.”
“Uhh, I dunno what you’re talking about.” Billie turns to try to hide the smile and blush creeping up her neck.
Their coworker hums, but then a customer comes, and she has to take their order, which makes Billie chuckle. After their order is done, Billie’s coworker comes back over.
hii i felt inspired by this tiktok and wanted to write a lil something for it (ended up being long asf but lmaoo)
mainly smut but there's a lot in the beginning n a little fluff before and after, then more smut
this is my first post so ngl Iim nervous asf anddd i have a part 2 cooking already so i hope this goes well lmao n u guys enjoy <3
i might’ve missed some tags bc i’ve never done this before lol
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pov: your fave barista that you've been crushing on comes over to help with your new machine and things get heated
18+
wc: 9142
tags: gxg, oral(r!receiving), fingering, subillie?? idk lowk switch, praise kink, tiny bit of deg, scissoring, fingering, squirting, use of feminine pet names, she/they billie, enby fem reader, bit of drinking, pure filth
You let out a frustrated sigh as you put down the instruction manual for your brand-new espresso machine and simultaneously pick up your phone. You anxiously chew your bottom lip as you open Instagram and go to your messages, your heart beating a little faster when you click your favorite barista’s DM. It’s a shot in the dark, but you spent too much money on this damn machine to just give up on it.
billie
@billosaurusrex
—> hey!
You put your phone down on the counter as if you’re allergic to it, then you hear it vibrate a few seconds later.
billie
@billosaurusrex
hii
Wassup
Their quick replies make you both excited and anxious but you try to calm down and remind yourself she’s just a person. A very hot, charming, smart, talented—you snap yourself out of it and pick up your phone so you can reply.
billie
@billosaurusrex
—> so this is really random but I was wondering if you could help with this😭
You open your camera and snap a picture of the machine and its box.
billie
@billosaurusrex
hell yeah
want me to come over now?
—> like now now?
yeah
i’m not doing anything n i was kinda bored so
let’s set this bad boy up?
—> yess okay
—> it’s just kinda late so i wasn’t expecting that lmaoo
billie
@billosaurusrex
fair
—> i def want to tho
i’ll send you my address :)
billie
@billosaurusrex
perf
see u soon
i’ll msg when i’m omw
You met Billie a few months ago when the shop she worked at was still brand new. You’ve only kind of hung out once, and it was just you giving them a ride home one night. You’ve always wanted to get to know her beyond more than silly texts and quick cafe visits, but you’ve been too scared to make the first move.
You like the last message and find yourself smiling as you send your address along with and number. You’re still surprised she’s willing to come over now, but you were open to it because you’re desperate to set this up and you want to see her.
“Oh shit.” You let out a small gasp and put your phone down, realizing you should probably clean up a bit.
You rush to pick up random shit off the floor and put it in its place, then you wash a couple of dishes. To set the vibe, you pick out a few records to play, picking albums from artists you know they like because of prior conversations. You’re also unsure if Billie will want any, but you’re in the mood, so you grab a bottle of wine and glasses.
You take a deep breath and check your phone, seeing that Billie texted a few minutes ago saying she’s on her way. You look down at your outfit, which is just a camisole and plaid pajama shorts, hoping you look okay enough. It shouldn’t matter, you know, but your tiny crush on them makes you care about the little things.
Over the next fifteen or so minutes, you have a hard time keeping still as you’re anxious about Billie’s arrival, occupying yourself with more tidying. After another couple of minutes, you hear your buzzer go off, prompting you to press the button to let her in the building.
Then it isn’t long before you hear a gentle knock on your front door, making your heart skip a beat. You swiftly open it and smile the second your eyes meet those familiar ocean blue ones.
“Hi.” You say.
“Hi.” Billie smiles back.
“C’mon in.” You step to the side and hold the door open.
You look at them and see they’re wearing an oversized light gray hoodie with sweatpants, and they look as pretty as ever. You try not to stare at her face too long, but you can’t help looking at the pair of metal orbs above and below her right eyebrow, or the hoop in the center of her lip. Her hair is now shoulder-length and black, a little bit shorter than the last time you saw her.
“Thanks.” Billie lets out a small giggle as they step into your apartment. “Where’ve you been? I miss seeing you at the shop.”
“Working.” You chuckle. “I actually got promoted, and they moved me somewhere else, so now the shop isn’t on my commute route anymore.” You close your front door and lock it. “Trust, I miss coming more often.” You sigh. You definitely miss seeing her pretty face, including that cute dimple and smile.
“Aw.” Billie pouts slightly, giving you an excuse to glance down at their lips. “Well, congrats on the promotion.”
“Thank you.” You giggle. “I try to stop by when I can, though.”
“Mm good.” She nods.
“But that’s a part of why I bought this thing.” You lead them into the kitchen.
“Oh my god.” Billie’s eyes widen. “This is bigger than I thought, to be honest.” They take a step back and look at the box on your counter.
“That’s what she said.” You can’t help smiling softly.
Billie was about to say something, but they ended up pausing with their mouth slightly open, quickly shooting you a look of playful annoyance.
“It shouldn’t be too bad though.” They say, and you see the slight smile creep up on their lips.
“Great, thank you again.” You say as you walk over to your record player.
“Course.”
You feel Billie’s eyes on you as you carefully place the first vinyl of choice down and turn the player on, then set the volume to a reasonable level.
“Figured we might be here a while.” You look at them once you’re back in the kitchen.
For some reason, the way Billie is looking at you makes your stomach twist slightly, and you find yourself unable to look into her eyes without your face heating up.
“Yup.” Billie begins rolling her hoodie sleeves up, and your eyes flicker down to her tatted right forearm.
Billie doesn’t notice though, because they immediately begin taking the machine out of the box, as all you did was take the instructions out after opening it. You don’t mind though, since you can continue staring, briefly looking at the part of their face that is visible. Yet again, you feel that familiar twist in your stomach, but you find yourself not minding it.
“To be honest, the hard part won’t be setting it up,” She continues, taking all of the pieces out of the box. “And I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but it’ll be teaching you how to use and adjust it.” She chuckles.
“Understandable.” You let out a small laugh.
“We’ll do it though,” They look over at you. “Plus, you can reach out to me whenever you need.” They smile.
“Aww, thanks.” You smile back. Your thoughts immediately wander to a dirtier place as you can’t help thinking about how you need them in other ways.
You’re so distracted by those thoughts that you accidentally don’t pay attention to what Billie is saying about the machine, picturing her—
“(Name)?” Billie moves slightly closer to you.
“Hm?” You look up and meet their eyes. “Sorry-I…uh.”
“It’s alright,” They giggle, and the noise makes your heart tug. “Ready? I’ll start from the top.”
“Yes.” You nod.
This time, you pay attention as Billie goes over the different parts of the espresso machine and their functions, from the grinder, the portafilter, and the buttons. Before you know it, you’ve listened to half of an album and cracked open the bottle of wine.
Billie ends up deciding to have some, and you pour them a glass while the two of you take a break for a few minutes. You end up having random conversations during this time, joking and catching up on things you’ve missed, while also learning new things about them. You love talking to her, but you also love getting to look at her face up close, and wish you could be closer.
“Alright, alright.” Billie tucks some of their hair behind their ear, which is something you find really cute. “Ready?”
“Yup.” You take one more sip of your wine before putting the glass down.
“Okay, so this is how the filter works.” Billie starts, and they take the portafilter out with its handle. You occasionally glance at their hands as they grip the filter and explain the different parts of it.
By the time they’re done going over how to use and clean the steam wand, the first album has finished playing. It’s also time for a wine refill, and both of you are finishing your glasses faster than you thought you would.
“You get the next pick.” You say to Billie as you walk over to the record player to switch albums. Billie thinks about it for a couple of seconds before choosing, then you walk away to put that album on.
When you come back, your breath hitches when you see Billie in the middle of pulling their hoodie off. Your eyes automatically glance down as her shirt is dragged up by the hoodie, revealing her abdomen and the tattoo in the center of it.
Billie is oblivious to your stare as you keep trailing down the tattoo that leads into their pants, then you notice the waistband of their boxers peeking out. Then Billie stretches, making her boxers stick out just a little bit more, and your face flushes.
Billie’s eyes suddenly meet yours and your heart flutters, the two of you just linger for a moment.
“You okay?” Billie asks with a small laugh.
“Y-yeah, I just uh…” You trail off and look away, trying to come up with something. “Sorry, is it too warm in here?” You glance at their hoodie.
“Oh no, it’s fine.” She nods. “It was the hoodie’s fault.” She giggles and you catch her eyes briefly flicker down to your top..
You’re far from drunk, but tipsy enough to have to hold yourself back from saying flirtatious things to them.
“Ready?” Billie exhales as they put their glass down.
“Yup.” You nod and mentally tell yourself to lock in.
Billie explains how to use the grinder again as they grab the bag of coffee beans, then they pour some into the machine.
“Okay, so this part is really important cause it’ll change the taste of your coffee.” Billie locks eyes with you, making you lose focus as you look into them.
You nod and pretend to understand what they talked about anyway, watching as they take the portafilter out of the machine.
“What’d I say?” Billie looks at you again, a slight smile on her face.
“I-what?” You stutter, caught off guard by the question.
“I said, what’d I say?” She steps closer, and your stomach flutters. “You definitely didn’t hear me.” She giggles. “What’s got you so distracted, hm?” You swear her tone has a flirty edge to it, but you also don’t trust your instincts.
“Nothing, I just…um…” You briefly glance away. “I just think your eyes are really pretty.” Your face flushes as you look at her.
You’ve told Billie this before, in fact it was the first compliment you ever gave them, but you mean it differently now.
“Oh, thank you.” Billie’s face flushes and they seem more shy.
“My bad though,” You chuckle. “What’d you say?”
“The size of the grind affects the speed of the shot, which then affects the taste.” They say, and you nod. “The finer the grind size, the slower it’s gonna come out. The coarser the grind size, the faster it’s gonna come out.” They explain slowly, along with hand gestures. “Fast equals sour, slow equals bitter.”
Billie then clicks the filter into place again and pushes a button so the grinder turns on. She takes it out to even out the grind before tamping it down, explaining why as she does it.
“This one is probably gonna be ass, not gonna lie.” She chuckles.
You laugh and bite your bottom lip as both of you watch the espresso come out, immediately noticing it’s pulling too fast.
“Damnit.” Billie giggles. “Sometimes it takes a few tries.” By the time they’re done talking, the shot is in the cup.
“I see.” You chuckle.
“Wanna try it?” Billie picks the mug up and sniffs it, then they cringe.
“No?” You giggle.
Billie looks at it before shrugging and taking a sip, regret immediately taking over her face, which makes you laugh.
“C’mon,” The way her tone lowers and her eyes lock on you makes your stomach twist. “You gotta.”
“Fine.” You sigh dramatically as you take the cup.
You take a sip, and you’re barely able to swallow it because of how bad it tastes, much to Billie’s amusement.
“You’re trying to kill me.” You dump the shot out in the sink.
Billie’s laugh makes your stomach flip. “I am not.”
“Sure.” You take a couple of sips of wine.
“I promise,” She giggles. “I’d never, you’re too pretty.”
“Oh.” You breathe out, your cheeks growing hot.
“Sorry, too much?” Billie cringes and picks up her glass.
“No, no,” You say quickly while shaking your head. “I-thank you. I was just surprised." You giggle.
“Fair.” They look relieved as they take a sip.
“I think you’re really pretty too.” You say, feeling a slight confidence boost now that you know they’re flirting back.
“Thank you.” She giggles.
You look into Billie’s eyes for a moment, then glance down at her lips before looking into her eyes again. She opens her mouth to say something, but then the music stops, making both of you giggle.
“Time for number three.” You say.
Your mind is full of a million thoughts as you walk away to switch the albums out, and you decide to pick something on the softer side. You already know how you feel about Billie, but now you’re even more curious about how they feel about you. You’re nervous but excited to test the waters, hoping Billie sees you in a more than platonic way.
You walk back to the kitchen once you’re done and you watch Billie set up another shot before pulling it.
“This is the worst part, it can take a while,” They let out a dramatic sigh. “But I wanna make sure this is correct for you.”
“Aw,” You smile. “Don’t worry, we have time.”
“I should’ve asked a lot sooner, but is it okay if I spend the night?” Billie looks at their phone.
“Course,” You chuckle. “Isn’t it almost midnight?”
“It’s after it, actually.” She shows you her screen with the time reading 12:10 am.
“Oh shit.” Your eyes widen.
Billie giggles and removes the mug so she can look at the shot. “This isn’t perfect, but it’s closer to what we’re looking for.” She moves closer to show you the inside. “I won’t make you taste this one though.” You both chuckle.
“Oh, thank god.” You drink more of your wine instead, nearly done with your glass.
“I will make you pull this next one though.” They say as they pour the shot out.
You let out a small groan, and Billie makes a face at you.
“C’mon, you gotta learn.” She chuckles and removes the portafilter before knocking the grinds out. “And this machine does half the work for you.”
When Billie gives it to you, your hand briefly brushes against theirs, and you don’t miss the way their cheeks darken.
“I already adjusted the grind, all you have to do is lock the filter in place.” She says.
You try to copy what you saw her doing earlier, but you fumble with putting the filter in place as you’re unable to find the spot, making Billie giggle.
“Okay, hold on.” She chuckles and stands next to you. “Here.”
Billie grabs the end of the filter handle while your hand rests on the base, your fingers touching slightly. They show you where to look to make sure the filter is lined up right, twisting it slightly before pushing it up with ease and twisting it again to lock it in place.
“Not too bad, right?” She bites her lower lip and you glance down at them.
“Mhm.” You mumble, completely losing your train of thought.
“Good.” Her tone makes your stomach dip slightly. You watch Billie take the filter out again and you keep your grip on it after she removes her hand. “Try again.”
You do exactly what both of you just did and successfully lock the filter into place, making you smile.
“Good job,” Billie says, dangerously close to your ear, and you can’t see her but you feel like she’s smirking.
You feel her shoulder brush against yours because of how close she’s standing, and your whole body reacts. Both of you watch, and after a couple of seconds, your shot is done pulling. You grab the mug, then turn around to face them and move back a little.
“Wow,” Billie says as they look down at the shot. “That looks good.”
“Really?” You look up in surprise.
“Yes.” She chuckles and looks up, her eyes meeting yours. “Perfect.” She breathes out.
Neither of you says anything as Billie steps closer and reaches past you to put the mug back down, but then they stay directly in front of you.
“Billie…” You trail off, suddenly frozen.
“Can I um…Can I kiss you?” She looks as nervous as she sounds.
“Yes.” You nod.
Billie then closes the gap between you, kissing you so softly you can tell she’s still a bit hesitant. You smile against her lips as you kiss her back, the two of you sharing a few more simple kisses before you pull back.
“C’mon Bils,” You look into their eyes. “Kiss me like you mean it.”
Billie does exactly as you say, kissing you passionately as they press against your body, pushing you against the countertop. You gasp softly, and they use it as an opportunity to swipe their tongue against your bottom lip, then you grant them access. Billie groans as she continues kissing you deeply and you feel her arm wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer.
“Fuck.” They mumble after pulling back for air. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Thank you.” You smile. “So are you.”
Billie responds by kissing you again, both of your pent-up feelings coming through in the kisses. Your hands make their way to her body as you hold her tightly, then you feel her hand slide under your shirt. She gives you one more kiss before kissing your cheek and then making her way down your neck.
“Bils.” You moan softly.
“Keep calling me that.” They groan against your skin. “Please.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” She kisses you softly, but it’s full of hunger.
“Keep touching me.” You gasp as their hand rides up your bare skin.
“Are you sure you want this?” Billie pulls back for a second and looks into your eyes, their breaths heavy.
“I’m so fucking sure.” You giggle.
“I can’t believe this is real.” She says, then her lips meet yours again.
“I didn’t know you felt this way.” You say after a few more kisses.
“Mm, me neither.” She rests her head against your forehead. “We could’ve done this a lot sooner.” She giggles.
You hum and go back to kissing them passionately, wrapping your arms around their neck. Both of you shift over slightly without pulling apart, then you feel Billie’s hands on the waistband of your shorts.
“Been teasing me all night,” She breathes out. “These cute little shorts and this small ass top.” She pulls back. “Your tits look so fucking good in this, by the way.”
You let out a small gasp as they slowly pull your shorts down before allowing them to fall to the floor. You open your mouth to respond, but Billie kisses you instead, and you groan as you kiss her back. Your whole body feels electrified from their words and actions, leaving you aching for more.
“Billie.” You moan as her hand caresses the outside of your underwear.
“Mm, you’re so wet for me, baby.” They kiss right below your ear, sending a chill down your spine. “Fuck.”
They run circles on your clothed clit, making the damp spot grow as your hips buck.
“Fuck me.” You blurt out. “Please.”
Billie gives you one last kiss before pulling back, but they keep a grip on your waist.
“Up.” She whispers.
You hop up, and they help lift you onto your kitchen counter, sending a wave of excitement through you. You bend slightly so you can kiss Billie deeply and you feel her finger hook under your underwear waistline. You lift your hips again so Billie can pull them down, dropping them next to your shorts.
You spread your legs, and Billie simply stares for a moment, making your flushed face grow darker. She places her hands on your inner thighs to keep your legs open, then she keeps one hand still as the other slides up your thigh. Billie looks up at you, and your breath hitches when your eyes lock, then your hips lift with anticipation. She fits perfectly between your legs, and she finally gets so close to your cunt that you feel her breath tickle you.
“So pretty.” Billie says softly while looking at your cunt.
“Billie.” You whine, but your face flushes at their words.
Billie caves in and places their tongue flat against your soaked clit, making both of you moan. Your head falls back with another moan as Billie moves her tongue, dragging it down to collect your juices before coming back up to your clit. Your moans only grow louder when she uses her fingers to spread your folds further, allowing her to suck on your clit.
“Fuck, fuck.” You moan and look down at her.
Billie’s mouth continues working as they look up at you and hum against your pussy, the vibration making you squirm. They’re an expert with their tongue, paying attention to how your body reacts to various movements, making that pressure in your stomach grow.
“You taste so good, baby.” Billie pulls back slightly to take a breath. The sight of her lips wet with your slick and her chin glossy makes you groan as she looks hotter than you imagined.
“Thank you.” You smile. “You’re so hot, Bils.”
Billie hums as she buries her face in your pussy again, her tongue circling your clit.
“You look so damn good like this.” You keep your eyes on them. “So pretty between my thighs,” You place your hand on their head.
Billie’s moan is louder than the previous ones, making you smirk.
“Aww, you liked that, huh?” You bite your lower lip. “You’re doing so good, sweet girl.”
Billie lets out a soft gasp that sends a ripple of excitement through you, adding to your pleasure. Then you feel one of her fingers poke your entrance, making you moan as you lean back to give her better access. Billie slides it in with ease without taking her mouth off of your clit, making you moan deeply.
“Just like that, fuck.” You gasp.
Billie adds another finger before curling them as they repeatedly thrust in and out with a steady rhythm.
“Oh god, Billie.” Your moan is borderline pornographic. “I’m gonna cum, keep going.” You grip their hair but not hard enough to hurt.
Billie picks up the pace and after a couple more thrusts, your orgasm slams into you. You moan her name as your cum coats her fingers and tongue, Billie moaning with you as she fucks you through it.
Once you whimper, she stops and gives your pussy a few gentle kisses as she slides her fingers out. Both of you are breathless and speechless, locking eyes for a moment as you come down from your orgasm.
Billie comes up to stand between your legs, and you lean forward, then they kiss you passionately. You can’t help groaning softly into her mouth at the taste of yourself on her tongue.
“You did so fucking good, Bils.” You say during a brief break from the fierce kisses.
Her response is a soft groan as her lips meet yours again, tongues tangling effortlessly.
“Couch.” You mumble after pulling back.
Billie moves back so you can hop off the counter, but then they can’t resist pulling you against them and kissing you. You keep your mouth on theirs as you slide your hands under the waistband of their pants, then they help you pull them down.
Both of you finally pull apart once you’re completely out of breath and you rest your forehead on hers. You pull back and take a deep look at Billie’s face, from her pretty eyes to her swollen lips.
“You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” Your voice is soft and tender as you look into their eyes.
Billie seems a bit caught off guard, in a good way, as their cheeks darken further. “I-I um.” They glance away from you.
“Billie, you’re absolutely gorgeous.” You whisper before kissing her tenderly. “Gonna let me see more of you, sweet girl?” You kiss the corner of her lips, then her cheek.
“Yes.” She lets out a shaky breath.
You kiss her neck and the soft noise she makes encourages you to keep going, making her moan a bit louder.
“Good girl.” You whisper into their ear. Billie shivers, and you smile as you pull back. “You love being praised, don’t you, baby?”
Billie nods. “Yes,” Her voice is slightly higher-pitched.
“Mm, cute.” You giggle.
Both of you then finally move to the couch, stopping right in front of it. Billie slides their hands under your shirt to help pull it off of you, their eyes going straight to your chest. Your face flushes as she studies you, feeling slightly nervous under her gaze. You weren’t wearing anything under the camisole, so now you’re fully bare in front of them.
You help Billie take off their shirt, then it’s your turn to stare at their chest, cleavage sticking out of their sports bra. Neither of you says anything as she removes her sports bra, then you let out a soft gasp.
“Yeah, they’re bigger than they look.” She giggles, her face growing darker.
“That too, but also um, uh…” You’re at a loss for words as you look at their sternum tattoo and right nipple piercing.
“Oh, right.” Billie chuckles. “I’ve been meaning to get the other side done, but I’m a pussy.”
“Fair.” You let out a small laugh. “You should definitely get it.” You step closer.
“Come with me then.” She smirks.
“It’s a date.” You chuckle.
“Perfect,” Billie giggles. “Although, maybe we should do something relatively normal first.”
“Getting your nip pierced is totally a normal firs—second? Date.” You smile.
“Yeah, sure.” Billie playfully rolls their eyes. “Whatever you say, gorgeous.”
You then move closer and kiss Billie, both of you groaning when your bare chests contact each other. Your kisses are passionate yet tender as Billie pulls their boxers down, then you pull them closer.
“Are you wet for me, sweet girl?” You say against their lips.
Before Billie can respond, your hand travels down between their legs, and you press it against their cunt. Billie gasps, and their legs shift slightly, giving you better access to rub their wet folds.
“Perfect.” You whisper before kissing her. You rub gentle circles on her clit, making her moan into your mouth. “God, you’re so hot.” You mumble as you kiss down her neck, your fingers still moving.
“Need you.” She whines, and the sound makes your cunt ache.
You gently push her to sit on the couch, then you kiss her as you turn her so she lies down. Your lips remain on her feverishly as your knee fits perfectly between her thighs. Both of you moan again when your chests touch as you lie down on top of her, and Billie adjusts comfortably.
“You’re so pretty.” You pull back to admire Billie’s pink face. “Need to see you all fucked out.” You lean down again to kiss their jaw, then kiss down their neck.
Billie moans, and your hands explore their body as you slide up, then they move down so you're straddling their upper thigh.
“Fuck.” You breathe out when she lifts her thigh a bit, making contact with your bare cunt.
You give Billie one more kiss before sitting up and making sure you keep your eyes locked on theirs. You move your hands up her torso, and you feel her quiver beneath your touch, then you cup her tits. Billie groans as you target her nipples while your thigh spreads her legs open further. She then lifts her hips and you slide down closer so your thigh contacts her pussy, making both of you groan.
You shift again and grab her waist, pulling yourself closer while Billie moves down. Your pussy comes into direct contact with her for a moment, making both of you moan at the sudden touch, but then it’s gone. You sigh but keep adjusting, and Billie also moves below you, trying to find that sweet spot again. Both of you giggle softly, then they turn into breathy moans as you rock against her.
After another switch, you know you’ve found the perfect position because of the moans both of you let out as your wet clits meet. You remain in a steady rhythm as you grip Billie tighter, eyes closing briefly because of the pure bliss you feel. Billie grinds with you to create more pressure, then both of you moan and curse. You can hear the squelch of your wetness, and the filthy noise turns you on even more.
“Feels good, sweet girl?” You open your eyes again and look at Billie.
They lift their head to look at you, and your pussy flutters at the sight of their flushed face and parted lips.
“Mm, yeah you like being fucked on my couch, huh?” Your hand moves up to squeeze her tit just hard enough to leave her skin red after a moment. “Such a good little slut for me.” Your voice drops a bit. At the same time, you pinch her nipple with the two metal orbs.
Billie suddenly quivers beneath you, a raw moan ripped from her throat as she grinds against your harder. Their orgasm seemed to be a surprise to both of you as Billie’s eyes widened and their face flushed more.
“Oh my god, Bils.” You chuckle softly, and your hips stop moving, then you take the moment to catch your breath.
“I-Um.” She still looks shocked as her body finally relaxes. “Uh.”
“It’s okay, baby.” You laugh. “That might’ve been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” You bite your lip. “I can’t even think of how to tease you about it.”
Both of you giggle, and you lean down to kiss her softly a couple of times.
“I need to see you cum again.” You whisper against their lips before slowly trailing open kisses to their jaw. “-m gonna wreck you, Billie.” You whisper the promise in her ear, then leave a gentle kiss below it.
Billie whimpers and the sound makes your clit throb, encouraging you to gently rock your hips.
“Please.” She grips your thighs, and you groan. “More.”
“Fuck, good girl.” You give her one more kiss before sitting up.
You rock faster, and you feel your core tighten more as your wet clits grind over each other, your thighs dripping. The two of you fit together perfectly like a puzzle piece and you caress each other wherever you can reach.
You take in the beautiful sight beneath you, looking from Billie’s flushed face down to their pretty pussy, admiring it all. You’re obsessed with every inch of her and you wanna make sure she feels it. You take your time looking at the tattoo between her chest and the one on her hip, making a mental note to kiss them at some point.
Billie moans your name and their higher-pitched tone, combined with their whine, nearly makes you cum.
“Harder baby.” You groan. “C’mon, fuck my pussy.”
Billie presses harder into you and rocks her hips slightly faster, then you watch her pace. Every time your clit brushes against her, a wave of pleasure shoots through your entire body,
“Good girl.” You breathe out. “Fuck, I’m close.”
Billie looks into your eyes, and you feel her nails dig into your thigh, the pain surprisingly making you moan.
“You make me feel so good,” Billie says and you can tell they had to hold back a moan.
“I wanna hear you, baby.” You say. “Show me how I make you feel. Show me how much you like being fucked by me.”
Then you watch Billie crumple completely, moaning loudly as her orgasm rips through her, her whole body shaking. Her thighs clamp harder as her pussy soaks yours and the feeling aids in sending you over the edge. You try to keep your eyes open but fail as the overwhelming pleasure spreads through your body, but you continue to rock your hips.
Both of you gradually come to a stop, breathing heavily as you look at her again.
“So pretty.” You whisper as you lean down.
You end up lying on top of her, and you both adjust your legs so you’re fully lying down, bodies intertwined. You wrap your arm around their torso, and you can feel them breathing heavily, their body occasionally twitching.
“You did so well baby.” You kiss their neck softly, and Billie groans.
“Says the one who made me cum in like a millisecond.” She chuckles.
You let out a small laugh. “Again, that was so hot, Bils.”
“You’re hot.” She continues giggling.
You mumble a soft thanks as Billie turns to face you, and their arm wraps around your waist. This time, Billie kisses you first, soft and gentle with just her swollen lips. You kiss her back and pull her closer while gently caressing her hip. When you pull back, both of you just look at each other, full of affection, for a moment.
“Oh, you don’t mind the pet names, right? I hope they weren’t too feminine or anything.” You say, feeling slightly nervous.
“I loved them, silly.” Billie smiles. “But I appreciate you checking, that’s really cute.”
“Course.” You smile back.
“I mainly love them cause they’re coming from you.”
Your stomach twists, and you feel your face heat up again, then you let out a nervous giggle.
“I’m serious, you can call me whatever you want.” Their smile says the opposite of their words. “Your voice is so fucking hot.”
“Have you heard yourself?” She giggles and her eyebrow raises.
“You just like being told what to do.” You chuckle.
Now Billie is the one who’s stumped for a second as their face turns bright red again.
“You’re so cute.” You chuckle and kiss them softly.
“Mm, I’m also hungry.” Billie giggles.
“Same.” You nod. “Should we order something?”
“Sounds good, baby.” Billie’s tone is soft.
You share a few more kisses before both of you slowly get up, groaning at your slightly achy muscles.
“I’ll be back.” You kiss her cheek softly.
You go fill two glasses with ice water for the two of you, then when you come back you see Billie on their phone.
“Aww, thank you.” Billie said when she looked up and took one of the glasses.
“Course.” You smile.
Then you sit down on the couch next to Billie and find yourself already missing feeling their body against you.
“C’mere.” You say as you spread your legs wide.
Billie sits in between them, sitting perfectly as she leans against your chest comfortably. You wrap one arm around their waist, and the other mindlessly caresses their soft skin after you put your glass down.
“I think there’s a pizza place nearby if you’re in the mood for that.” You say, watching Billie open a food delivery app.
“That works for me.” They nod and hand you their phone.
You find the place and talk about what both of you want, occasionally showing them the menu, then decide. You absentmindedly caressed Billie’s skin during this time, your hand traveling wherever it wanted to. Once you’re done, you hand their phone back and Billie completes the order.
“Thank you, baby girl.” You say.
Billie’s natural reaction is a soft giggle, and it makes your stomach flip. Neither of you says anything as you touch Billie’s waist, your hand gradually getting closer to their hips.
“It’ll be here in like half an hour.” Billie says.
“Good.” You say.
The two of you continue talking about random things for the next couple of minutes, and you watch Billie play a game on their phone. You mindlessly draw shapes on their waist, occasionally drifting towards their stomach, then move down to their hip.
Billie lets out a soft whimper and you feel their back arch slightly.
“What is it, Bils?” Your tone is innocent even though your fingers are on their hip.
When she doesn’t answer you, you lower your hand and brush your fingers against her wet folds, making her gasp.
“You’re so needy, aren’t you, baby?” You continue caressing her outer folds and her legs open a bit more. “Yeah, you are.” You smirk.
“Need more.” Billie breathes out. “Please.”
“Mm I know, you’re soaked.” You slide one finger down to their opening.
Billie moans softly and her hips buck, desperate for some type of relief for her aching cunt. You add another finger and slide up and down to gather her wetness, but purposely avoid touching her slick clit.
You wanna keep teasing her, but she lets out a whine so needy and perfect, you finally begin rubbing her clit. Billie moans and their back arches slightly as you slide down again before coming back up to continue rubbing circles.
“Fuck me, please.” Billie moans. “Need your fingers in me.”
“You’re such a good girl.” You say. “You sound so sweet, asking for what you want.”
You slowly insert both of your fingers into her dripping hole at once, making Billie moan loudly and grip your arm. They moan your name as you continue sinking your fingers in, then you wrap your other arm around their waist.
“Good girl.” You breathe out. “Want me to make you cum again, don’t you?”
Billie nods and moans when you pick up the pace, curling and pumping your fingers inside of her.
“Words.” You pause your movements, making her groan.
“Yes, baby. I wanna cum again.” She blurts out. “Please.” Her voice is full of desperation, and you feel her cunt drip on your fingers.
You resume fingering her, loud squishing sounds filling the room along with her sweet moans. Billie suddenly moans louder and her hips buck, then you feel that spongy spot inside of her cunt. You make it your mission to repeatedly pound into it, making Billie’s pussy flutter again.
“Fuck, right there,” Billie says between moans.
“Gonna cum, sweet girl?”
“Yes—fuck, yes,” She then moans your name.
You switch your other hand from their waist to their clit, rubbing circles as your fingers thrust into their cunt.
“Oh fuck,” She cries out. “I-”
Billie is interrupted by her own moan as her pussy gushes all over your hands, her entire body shaking. You moan out of surprise and continue fucking her through it, earning another small gush on your fingers. Billie is fully pressed against you as her thighs clamp around your arm, then she goes limp after a few seconds. You slowly come to a stop after Billie whimpers, using your other hand to hold her again.
“Good job, baby girl.” You kiss her cheek. “That was so fucking hot, you did so good for me.”
Billie can only hum as she breathes heavily, resting her head against your chest. Her thighs close, and she lets out a small whimper as you gently pull your fingers out of her. Billie then sits up a bit so they can turn slightly and you lean down to kiss them.
“I’ve never felt this good before.” Billie looks into your eyes. “And I…I’ve certainly never done that before.” Their face becomes even redder, and they attempt to hide in your chest again.
You let out a small laugh and kiss the top of their head. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart.” You intertwine your fingers with theirs. “I loved it.” You giggle. “And loved the fact that it was because of me.”
Billie hums in agreement, then grabs her phone from next to her on the couch.
“Oh shit, we have like fifteen minutes,” Billie says.
You groan and sit up, causing Billie to sit up as well.
“Wait,” Billie mumbles softly and you look at her.
Then she presses her lips against yours gently, her emotions coming through the kiss. Your stomach twists as you kiss them back and keep things slow yet passionate. Billie adjusts more and cups your face, leading to the two of you getting carried away in a tender make-out session.
Billie pulls back and your eyes flutter down in time to see a string of saliva from your mouth, making your pussy ache. Billie seems to notice too, as she bites her bottom lip and stares at yours for a second with temptation.
“We need to get dressed.” They giggle, still holding your face gently.
“Mm.” You kiss her one more time, unable to get enough of her soft lips.
You finally loosen your grip on Bilie’s waist, but keep your hand on her body as long as you can she stands up with a groan. You giggle as you follow suit, your back aching a little bit from how you guys were sitting.
Then, both of you get dressed and Billie goes to the bathroom to clean up. After a minute or two, you hear her call your name softly, prompting you to go to the bathroom.
“Can I uh…?” Billie starts.
The door is slightly cracked, and you take it as an invitation to push the door open.
“Can I borrow…something? I dunno what, but my boxers got a bit ruined.” Their face flushes as they lock eyes with you.
“Oh yeah, of course.” You nod. “Give me a sec.” You can’t help smiling as you turn around, feeling a bit of pride.
You go to your room and dig around for a shirt long enough, then you go back to give it to Billie.
“Thank you.” She smiles.
“Course.” You nod before stepping back outside.
Once Billie comes back into the living room, your jaw drops slightly. You can’t help staring as you’re enamored by how good they look in your shirt, just your shirt.
“Stop it,” Billie says softly and you don’t miss the blush that creeps up their face.
“Well…you’re really hot.” You chuckle. “Can’t help it.” Your eyes stay on her as she moves closer.
You close the gap between you two by kissing her softly, Billie letting out a hum of satisfaction as they kiss you back. You get a few soft kisses in before Billie’s phone chimes and they break the kiss to look at it.
“Oh fuck, he’s pulling up.” They gasp.
Billie pulls back completely, but their eyes linger on your lips for a moment before returning to their phone. After another minute or so, Billie meets the driver by the front door, and you wait for another minute as they retrieve the food.
“Thank you, baby girl.”
“You’re welcome.” She smiles as she walks to the kitchen to put the food down. “Thank you for everything tonight.”
“Aww.” You smile. “Course, you’re the one who helped me.” You chuckle and wrap your arm around her, pressing your body against hers from behind.
“That was nothing.” Billie giggles and turns around so she can kiss you gently. Your soft kisses are interrupted by the sound of Billie’s stomach rumbling, making both of you laugh after pulling apart.
Both of you help yourselves to pizza and more wine, laughing and getting to know each other as you sit down at the island to eat.
After you’re both done eating, you sit on the couch together, making yourselves comfortable under the blanket. You go back and forth on what to watch before finally agreeing on a show both of you have seen before so you don’t have to pay that much attention. The two of you end up getting lost in conversation after a bit, the TV reduced to background noise.
After another two episodes, you notice Billie is completely quiet and their breathing pattern has changed.
“Bils?” You whisper, gently shaking their shoulder with your own.
You look down at them and can’t help smiling softly because they’re sound asleep, light snores coming from their lips.
“Baby girl.” You giggle and shake them again, feeling a little guilty for having to wake them up.
“Hm?” She sits up slowly, yawning as she blinks her eyes open.
“I think it’s time for bed, yeah?” You gently caress her side.
“Mhm.” She hums. “Oops, sorry.” She giggles.
“It’s alright.” You let out a small laugh.
Both of you get up and groan as you stretch, then you turn the TV off. Billie stares at you for a second before blinking, her face still full of sleepiness, making you chuckle.
“You’re adorable.” You whisper.
Billie responds by giving you a quick kiss, then she gently intertwines her fingers with yours and you smile. You make sure everything is off downstairs, then both of you go to the bathroom and take turns.
Then you decide to brush your teeth together, but you both keep giggling because Billie has to use her finger as a brush. You can’t help stealing glances at them in the mirror and both of you blush when your eyes meet, then you chuckle. Once you’re both done, you take their hand to lead them to your room.
After getting into your bed with a soft groan, you pull Billie close and she wraps her arm around your waist. You’re both wordless as you lean in at the same time and kiss each other softly, your lips moving perfectly in sync. The few kisses turn into gently making out as you caress each other and your legs comfortably intertwine.
“I was not expecting the night to go the way it did.” You let out a soft giggle as you pull back.
“Mm, me neither.” They smile. “But I’m really happy with it.”
“Good.” You nod and give her a quick kiss.
“I like how I feel with you,” Billie says softly and her hand caresses the side of your face. “I can be myself.”
“Aww, Bils.” You smile. “Of course, I wouldn’t want anything else.” You look into their eyes.
“Random—and I promise I have a point,” She chuckles. “But can I mention my ex real quick?”
“Sure.” You say with a confused giggle.
“Basically she uh…she always put me in a box because of my appearance. Y’know, I tend to be a little more masculine, so she made me play that role, which,” Billie gently plays with your fingers. “I didn’t always want to be dominant and like…tough I guess, all the time though. Emotionally or physically.”
“Understandable.” You nod. “That’s shitty of her.” You frown.
You’re surprised by how hearing Billie discuss another woman fills your stomach with a bit of jealousy. You try to suppress the jealousy because you know it isn’t right, but you can’t help tightening your arm around their waist.
“Right, but the only plus was that she made me eat her out all the time.” Billie’s lips curl into a slight smirk. “That I did love.” She bites her lower lip. “And I’ve always been gifted at it, in my opinion.” The tone of their voice and the way they look at you make your core ache.
“Yeah?” You don’t know what else to say, your voice slightly shaky.
“Yeah.” She nods, her eyes locking with yours. “Enough about her though.” Billie playfully rolls her eyes. “Talking about it is making me want to eat you again.” She giggles.
“Really?” You raise an eyebrow, and at the same time feel your clit throb.
“Yeah.” She bites her lip. “Can I?” She looks at you with pure desire. “Please?” Her voice softens in that way that makes your stomach flip.
“Mm…” You nod as you move closer to her. “You’re not too sleepy?” You giggle, but the question is genuine.
“Never that.” She smirks as she also shifts closer.
“Then yes.” Your lips ghost against theirs.
Billie hums in satisfaction before kissing you softly, then they kiss from your jaw down to your neck. Your breathing pattern changes as they slide under the large comforter and you decide to leave it on, enjoying not knowing what their next move will be.
Billie seems to have no problem with it as she spreads your legs wide while kissing your inner thighs. You take a deep breath when they pause, but you can feel their face close to your cunt because of their breath. Then, without warning, Billie places her mouth on you and begins sucking your clit.
You moan loudly as your back arches, your eyes widening from the surprise, and Billie’s mouth is relentless. They lick and suck you perfectly, having more space this time to explore your pussy since you’re lying down.
“Oh fuck, Billie.” You moan and grab the top of their head through the comforter. “Feels so good, baby girl.”
Billie shifts closer, and you feel her hands slide up your body until they find your tits. You moan at the added pleasure, then gasp when Billie pinches your nipples and your hips buck. Billie chuckles and pulls back for just a moment, their breath tickling your thigh.
You miss being able to see their eyes and pretty face, so you decide to go ahead and move the comforter. Billie immediately looks up at you but their mouth doesn’t stop, and they moan softly, the vibration making you whine. Their back arches further, causing their ass to stick up more, and you can’t help staring at both.
Billie sticks to using her mouth only, slowing down and exploring your folds with her tongue. Your moans grow louder as she sucks your clit and occasionally licks down to your hole. You grab the top of their head again, your thighs briefly clamping around their head as you feel waves of pleasure.
“Billie.” You moan louder and grip her hair, your thighs bucking. “-m gonna cum.” You gasp.
“Yeah, baby?” They pull back for a second, making you whine.
“Yes.” You nod.
“Mm, ask nicely.” She kisses your inner thigh.
“Please, Bils.” You look into their eyes. “Can I cum?” You pout and your hips buck, missing the feeling of her on your pussy.
Billie hums as she kisses your clit, then she starts licking and sucking it again, making you moan.
“Fuck, please.” You cry out and push her head down, making her moan.
“Cum for me.” Billie looks up at you.
You break almost instantly, moaning and cursing as your whole body shakes while you cum on her tongue. Your head falls back and your back arches as you experience pure bliss, Billie’s mouth still working your cunt. Your body quivers and you whine from the overstimulation, making Billie slow down before stopping. You flinch when she gently kisses your cunt a few times, moaning softly.
Billie catches her breath as she lies back next to you, then she kisses you softly and moves closer. You groan at the taste of yourself on their lips and wrap your arm around them as you deepen the kiss.
“You really are fucking good at that.” You giggle, resting your forehead against theirs. “So good.” You hum.
“Thank you.” Billie smiles. “You’re delectable.”
“Oh, that’s a big word.” You say playfully. “Thanks though, I’m glad.” You kiss her softly.
After a few more kisses, Billie pulls back first and looks into your eyes deeply.
“I really like you,” Billie says, their voice seemingly a bit nervous. “I mean I know we have to like get to know each other more and stuff but-”
You cut them off by kissing them softly, making them groan but then you feel them smile against your lips.
“I like you a lot too, Billie.” You say after pulling back. “And there’s so much I wanna know about you, but it’s okay to say we like each other.” You giggle.
“I know, I just…I dunno. I was overthinking it, and I’m scared of rejection.”
“I understand, sweet girl,” You gently cup her face. “I was scared too, that’s why I never made the first move.”
“Well then,” They let out a breathy chuckle. “I’m glad we talked about it.”
“Me too.” You giggle. “I’m ready to get some sleep now though.”
“Me too,” She nods and yawns. “Goodnight baby.” She looks into your eyes as she gently caresses your face.
“Goodnight, sweet girl.” You smile softly.
Both of you move closer and you give Billie a few more small kisses before she turns around, getting comfortable in your embrace. You whisper a few more sweet words, then it doesn’t take long for both of you to fall asleep.
Bonus
“What’s up with you today?” Billie’s coworker/work bestie asks as she wipes down a counter, a slight smile on her face.
“What?” Billie purposely acts dumb and busies herself with cleaning the steam wand.
“You’re literally glowing.” Her coworker chuckles. “And you’re being…suspicious.”
“Uhh, I dunno what you’re talking about.” Billie turns to try to hide the smile and blush creeping up her neck.
Their coworker hums, but then a customer comes, and she has to take their order, which makes Billie chuckle. After their order is done, Billie’s coworker comes back over.
Reader just got her nails done with billie's initial.
Reader sends billie a photo of the nails while billie is sitting with her brother. When gets home she wants the nails wrapped around her cock.reader like backshots
Gip billie
“DO WHAT I SAY”⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ G!p billie x reader
contains: g!p billie, dirty talk, oral sex, foreplay, rough sex
you just got your nails done, middle-length acrylics in a striking blue, white, and black design that screams billie’s hit me hard and soft aesthetic. deep navy blue bases on most fingers, accented with crisp white swirls and bold black blohsh logos on a couple. but the real statement is on both middle fingers: delicate “b.e.” initials scripted in shimmering silver, raised just enough to catch the light. it’s possessive in the quietest way, a little inside joke between you two that makes heat pool low in your belly every time you flex your hands. the tech nailed the shape perfectly: tapered squares, not too long to be impractical but long enough to feel dangerous.
you can’t stop staring at them in the salon mirror, turning your hands under the lights, imagining how the colors will look against her skin, how those raised initials will press faint marks when you grip her tight. you snap a photo right there in the waiting area: both hands splayed on your lap, jeans dark beneath the vivid polish, middle fingers slightly raised in a subtle flip-off that you know will make her laugh. no caption needed. you send it with just a winking emoji.
billie is sprawled on the living room couch at home, legs kicked up on the coffee table, going over rough mixes with finneas. they’re deep in it, headphones shared, arguing playfully about a bass line when her phone lights up. she glances down, sees your name, and swipes open the message. the photo loads and her breath catches sharp. those colors. those initials right on your middle fingers. fuck.
finneas side-eyes her. “yo, you good?”
billie locks the screen quick, but the smirk tugging her mouth gives her away. “yeah. just y/n showing off her new nails.”
he snorts. “you’re so obvious. heart eyes and everything.”
she shoves his shoulder, but her mind is already elsewhere. her cock twitches under her baggy sweats just thinking about those blue-and-black nails wrapped around her, the silver “b.e.” pressing into her shaft while you stroke slow. she texts back fast, thumbs flying: “get your ass over here. i need to see those in person.”
you’re still in the uber when the message pops up, and you bite your lip hard enough to taste chapstick. thighs press together as you type back, “already on my way, baby. can’t wait to show you what these fingers can do.”
the drive feels endless. you keep flexing your hands in your lap, tracing the raised initials with your thumb, picturing her reaction.
when you finally reach her place, dusk has settled, the big windows glowing warm gold. billie yanks the door open before you can knock, grabbing your waist and pulling you inside so fast you stumble into her chest. she’s in loose gray sweats and a cropped black tank, hair in that messy half-bun, green eyes already blown dark.
“let me see them,” she demands, voice low and rough, grabbing both your wrists and lifting your hands between you.
you spread your fingers wide, letting her inspect every detail. the navy catches the hallway light, white swirls sharp, black accents bold. she turns your hands over slow, thumb brushing across the “b.e.” on each middle finger.
“holy fuck,” she breathes, reverent. “these are insane. the colors, the initials right here.” she taps the raised silver letters, then brings your middle finger to her mouth, sucking it in slow, tongue swirling around the acrylic like she’s tasting you through the polish. her eyes stay locked on yours the whole time.
heat floods straight to your core. you step closer, pressing your body to hers. “wanted something that felt like you,” you murmur against her jaw. “every time i look down, i think about you.”
she groans soft, letting your finger slip from her mouth with a wet pop. “you’re trying to kill me.” her hands drop to your ass, squeezing hard through your jeans. you feel her already half-hard against your hip, thick and heavy.
you tilt your head up, kissing her slow and deep, tasting the faint mint on her tongue. she kisses back hungry, walking you backward until your spine hits the entryway wall. one hand slides up under your shirt, thumb brushing the underside of your breast.
you break the kiss just enough to whisper, “been thinking about these nails wrapped around your cock since i sat in that chair.”
her hips buck involuntary at your words, a low growl rumbling in her chest. “yeah? show me, then. right now.”
you sink to your knees slow, the cool hardwood biting through your jeans. she leans back against the opposite wall, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as you tug her sweats down. no boxers again; her cock springs free, thick and curved, already leaking at the tip. the flushed head glistens, veins standing out along the shaft.
you wrap one hand around the base, middle finger pressing firm so the raised “b.e.” digs in just enough to make her hiss. the blue polish looks electric against her pale skin, black and white accents stark.
“fuck, look at that,” she rasps, voice thick. “my initials marking me up while you jerk me off. you planned this, didn’t you?”
you nod, stroking slow from root to tip, thumb circling the slick head. “every second in that salon chair, i was wet thinking about this exact moment,” you admit, looking up at her through your lashes.
she threads fingers into your hair, not pushing, just anchoring. “tell me more.”
you lean in, tongue flat, licking a long stripe up the underside. “thought about how you’d groan when these nails scrape just right,” you murmur, then demonstrate: nails dragging lightly up her shaft on the next stroke. she shudders hard.
“god, yes. keep talking.”
you take the head into your mouth, sucking gentle, cheeks hollowing. your free hand cups her balls, rolling slow, middle finger teasing the seam behind them. you pull off with a wet sound. “thought about how pretty your cock would look leaking over my blue polish.”
she moans loud, hips rocking forward. “you’re so fucking dirty. love it.”
you sink lower, taking more of her, throat relaxing until your nose brushes her pelvis. the stretch burns perfect. you swallow around her, feeling her pulse heavy on your tongue. both hands work now: one pumping the base in tight twists, the other fondling her balls, nails grazing every sensitive inch.
she watches, chest heaving. “those colors on you while you suck me… unreal. the silver initials pressing into me every time you grip harder. fuck, baby.”
you bob slow and deliberate, tongue swirling the ridge each time you pull up. saliva drips down your chin, coating your fingers, making everything slick. you feel her thighs start to tremble, her breaths coming shorter, hips giving tiny thrusts.
right when she’s swelling thicker in your mouth, you ease off, hands slowing to feather-light strokes, thumb pressing gentle under the head to stop the climb.
she groans frustrated, head thumping back against the wall. “why’d you stop?”
you look up, lips swollen and shiny. “because i want you to last longer,” you say, voice husky from her cock. “i want to edge you until you’re begging, until you can’t think straight.”
her eyes darken further, a wicked grin spreading. “you’re playing with fire, sweetheart.”
you smirk, licking a stripe up her length again. “good. burn me.”
she hauls you up sudden, kissing you messy and deep, tasting herself on your tongue. “bedroom,” she growls against your mouth. “i need to be inside you.”
clothes scatter down the hallway: your shirt, her tank, your bra, her sweats fully kicked off. by the time you reach the bed, you’re both naked, skin flushed. she pushes you face-down gently, hands spreading your thighs.
you arch automatically, ass up, back dipped. “you know i love backshots,” you breathe into the pillow. “love when you fuck me deep like this.”
she kneels behind you, cock dragging through your soaked folds, coating herself. “i know exactly what you love,” she says low, one hand stroking down your spine. “gonna give it to you slow first, make you feel every inch.”
she pushes in gradual, letting you feel the stretch, the burn, the perfect fullness as her thickness splits you open. you moan long and broken when she bottoms out, hips flush to your ass, balls pressed to your clit.
“so tight,” she groans, voice shaking a little. “always take me so fucking well.”
she starts moving: long, deep strokes that drag over every ridge inside you. each thrust jolts your whole body, breasts swaying, nipples dragging on the sheets. wet sounds fill the room, obscene and perfect.
her hand slides up your back, pressing between your shoulder blades to hold you down. the other reaches under, fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow circles.
you clench hard around her, nails (those fresh acrylics) clawing at the sheets. “harder, please,” you beg. “need to feel you tomorrow.”
she snaps her hips faster, skin slapping loud. “gonna mark you up inside,” she pants. “gonna make sure you feel me every time you sit down.”
pleasure coils tight and hot low in your belly. she hits that spot relentlessly, fingers on your clit perfect pressure.
you’re climbing fast when she suddenly slows, pulling almost all the way out, just the tip teasing your entrance.
you whine, pushing back desperate. “billie, don’t stop.”
“not stopping,” she says, voice dark and teasing. “just edging you a little. want you to last longer too, baby. want you shaking before i let you cum.”
she thrusts in slow once, deep, grinding, then stills. repeats the torture: shallow rolls, never quite giving you the brutal pace you crave.
“please,” you gasp, voice muffled in the pillow. “please fuck me hard, i need it so bad. need your cock deep, need to cum around you.”
she leans over you, chest to your back, lips at your ear. “love hearing you beg like that. so pretty.”
then she slams in full force, pace punishing. the bed rocks, headboard knocking the wall. her fingers speed up on your clit, slick and precise.
you shatter sudden, orgasm ripping through you hard, pussy spasming, squirting messily down her thighs and the sheets. she fucks you through every wave, drawing it out until you’re trembling.
but she doesn’t cum yet. pulls out slow, flipping you onto your back. your legs are jelly as she hooks them over her shoulders, sliding back in easy from how wet you are.
face to face now, she kisses you slow and filthy, swallowing your aftershocks. thrusts deep but measured, grinding her pelvis against your clit.
your hands roam her back, those middle-length acrylics digging in hard, blue and black polish flashing as you rake down her spine. the raised “b.e.” leaves perfect little indents.
she hisses into your mouth, thrusting harder. “yes, mark me up. want everyone to see tomorrow that i’m yours.”
you scratch again, deeper, feeling her arch into the sting. “you are mine,” you whisper fierce. “every time i flip someone off with these middle fingers, i’ll think about how they marked you while you fucked me.”
she groans broken, pace stuttering. “fuck, that’s hot.”
you reach down, hand wrapping where you’re joined, feeling her thick cock slide in and out. then lower, cupping her balls, middle finger pressing that spot behind them.
“close?” you ask, voice breathy.
“so close,” she admits, forehead pressed to yours. “don’t stop.”
you push her back gentle, straddling her lap, sinking down slow until she’s buried again. you roll your hips, grinding deep, hands on her chest. nails scrape over her nipples, tugging the barbell piercing there.
she bucks up into you, hands gripping your ass hard, spreading you wider. “ride me just like that,” she pants. “love watching you take what you want.”
you lean down, sucking marks into her neck, her collarbone. “want you to cum inside me this time,” you murmur against her skin. “fill me up so it leaks out slow later.”
her thrusts turn erratic, desperate. you feel her swell, throbbing.
you lift off sudden, hand wrapping tight around her slick cock. those nails stroke fast, focusing on the sensitive head, thumb swiping the slit.
“no, wait,” she whines, hips chasing your fist. “i wanted to cum inside.”
you slow your strokes deliberate, edging her again. “not yet,” you say soft but firm. “i want you to last just a little longer. want you shaking for me.”
she growls, but her eyes are pleading. “you’re so bad.”
you sink back down, taking her deep again, but stay still, clenching around her. “tell me how bad you need it.”
“need to cum so fucking bad,” she gasps, hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise. “your pussy feels too good, those nails driving me insane. please let me.”
you start riding slow, torturously slow. “beg prettier.”
“please, baby,” she says, voice cracking. “please let me fill you up. i’ll fuck you again after, as many times as you want. just need to cum inside you now.”
satisfied, you speed up, slamming down hard. her hips snap up to meet you.
she cums with a strangled moan, pulsing hot inside you, thick ropes painting your walls. you grind through it, milking every drop.
then you lift off, pushing her flat and sliding down her body. mouth on her spent cock instant, licking her clean, tasting both of you mixed.
she’s oversensitive, twitching, but you’re gentle. two fingers curl inside yourself, gathering her cum, then push them into her mouth. she sucks eager, eyes fluttering.
your turn again. she flips you, mouth descending on your pussy, licking broad stripes through the mess she made. tongue fucks into you, collecting everything, then moves to your clit, sucking firm.
fingers replace her tongue, curling perfect. you cum fast and hard, thighs clamping her head, those acrylics tangled in her hair, pulling.
after, she crawls up, cock soft but still heavy against your thigh. you wrap a lazy hand around it, admiring how the blue polish looks streaked with cum and spit.
“these nails were the best idea you’ve ever had,” she murmurs sleepy, kissing your temple.
you flex your middle fingers against her shaft, the raised initials pressing in again. “gonna keep flipping the world off for you,” you whisper.
she laughs soft, pulling you flush against her. bodies sticky, sheets destroyed, air thick with sex.
but she hardens again slow in your grip, inevitable.
round two starts with you on your stomach again, her sliding in easy from the mess between your legs. backshots deep and slow, her chest draped over your back.
“can’t get enough of this angle,” she whispers in your ear. “love how deep i get, love watching your ass bounce.”
you moan agreement, pushing back. “don’t ever stop.”
she edges you twice more, bringing you right to the brink and stopping, making you beg long and desperate each time. by the third orgasm, you’re hoarse, body limp and shaking.
when she finally cums again, it’s buried deep, your name a broken prayer on her lips.
you fall asleep tangled, your painted hand resting possessively over her softening cock, middle fingers with their silver “b.e.” still perfect despite everything.
rules: answer and tag six people you want to know better.
@cherrycokeispunk thank you so much for tagging me babes!
♡ favorite color: my favorite color is and forever will be pink, i also love all pastels but if you must know anything about me is that i live and breathe pink!
♡ last song: i was listening to nettles by ethel cain when i got this notification, also lately i've been NEEDING to write something with that vibe.
♡ currently reading: these days i've been rereading once upon a broken heart, one of my favorites btw.
♡ currently watching: i'm rewatching smallvile for a hundredth time this year, if you haven't realized yet i'm a repeater of everything and smallville is one of my comfort shows of all time!
♡ currently craving: sushi. no matter when you're reading this i'm always craving sushi, even when i'm eating sushi i'm still craving sushi.
♡ coffee or tea: quoting my always powerful variant lorelai gilmore. "coffee, coffee, coffee." in all its forms and shapes coffee has got me through hell and back too many times. (words of an addict but how much is too much coffee?)
i would like to tag this beautiful fairy princess girlfriend @rafesbuzzcutseason
anddddd some of my moots i wish i was more of an extrovert to be able to talk to them @torahwrites @torturedpoetism @vampiriito @gingerteafairy @sematarygirls @wond3rland13
♡ favorite color: pink is practically the color that occupies my whole life and it always has lmao
♡ last song: Elizabeth taylor (so glamorous cabaret version) by taylor swift. I've been so obsessed with it and I wouldnt be surprised if somehow its in my top five songs on wrapped
♡ currently reading: im not reading any book rn because ive been so busy but the last book i finished was a reread of the seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo which is my favorite book ever
♡ currently watching: stranger things s2 🤍
♡ currently craving: well, as im writing this im eating hot Chester chips which ive been craving all day so ig that lol
♡ coffee or tea: coffee forever (@vcnillafairy ur so real because that lorelai quote is like me everyday lmao)
hiyaaa thank you sooo much for tagging me honeyy. it's so silly but I'm literally so flattered I'm practically giggling to myself
𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛 — tbh I love all colours sooo much so it's hard to pick one but I'd have to say blue for loyality and nostalgia. when I was really young (reception) I felt bad because nobody in my class' favourite colour so blue and I have a tendency to humanise and personify inanimate objects so I didn't want blue to feel bad about himself ( blue was a boy in my mind ) because it was nobody's number one ( was most definitely projecting my own feelings onto a colour but oh well)
𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘 — A boy like that/I have a love from Steven Spielberg's west side story. not only is Mike Faist in that movie and he is my absolute love so is my sweetie Rachel Zegler. I wish I could get over my fear of public speech because I love theatre so much I'd love to act but I'm so terrified
𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 — A secret History (saw an edit of it, intrigued, lost the edit but remembered the book, months went by, bought the book) I really wanted to challenge myself a little more with reading at least slightly because I feel like the reason I go through books so fast is not only because I just genuinely enjoy reading and probably the plot but also because it's too simple
ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ — Stranger things S2 as well (twinning 🤞) rewatching in honour of the new season it's bringing back so many memories nostalgia will be the death of me
𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝓰 — I think I've eaten everything there possibly is too eat today I'm not really craving anything right now. if I had to pick tho buldak noodles
ᶜᵒᶠᶠᵉᵉ ᵒʳ ᵗᵉᵃ — tea all the wayyyy. my grandma makes the best teaaa and I went to Spain recently the teabags there were so good I'm really regretting not getting some for myself to bring back to England
hopefully I didn't write too much anaaaa, you really don't have to read it I was just rambling
🏷️: @bellebottomjeans (my most recent mutual sooo I think it makes sense to want to know you better <3) @noisyalmonddreamer (kinda followed me back out of the blue, not that I'm complaining obvv, and I've seen you interact with a bunch of our shared mutuals but we've neve had a direct talk so should definitely change that) @illumoria (I think you're one of my closest mutuals in age and although I try not to let that effect myself too much especially since I've fallen victim to being one of the 'you're so mature for your age' but I think it'd be nice to not have to worry about being immature and silly with someone) @allisluv (have always been like obsessed with your work from affair so I have let that scare me into admiring from a distance but you followed me back on my old account and again this time round so I must be doing something right. loveee to hear moree) @cr3stawrites (sadly have kinda fell out of djats and hg for noww and that was the main thing we had in common so haven't been able to speak much but I'd love to get to know if we have some other shared interestss) @norapetals (I will nwve forgetting the excitement I get whenever I get a new mutual i loveee interacting with people all the time but sadly we haven't done that much and I am determined to fix that) @daisyjonesgf (perhaps for nostalgia sake that I am evidently a sucker to I have to include miss wandaa. my first mutual after I spammed you with so many comments it might've been pity but also my literal inspiration to start writing with the rivers finnick odair fic that sent littl me into a chokehold. I will never forget the mrsnancywheeler days)
