hiiii
um, this is not exactly a request from your prompt list, more like an idea i got while reading one of your works
so, Billie worked up reader a lot and brought r to the edge, but didnt let r come. she keeps teasing and going, and reader comes without permission
Billie "gets mad" and says something like "oh so you wanna come? dont worry, ill make you cum" and then overstimulates reader a lot
maybe reader uses their safe word (or not. i'll let you decided how far you take it)
love your works and love youuu <3
thanksss. and could you maybe add me to your tag list?
your wrists are tied to the headboard—not tight, but enough to keep you still. your thighs are spread, trembling, soaked. and billie is between them, smirking like she has nowhere to be but here, ruining you.
her fingers drag slow circles over your clit, never stopping, never fast enough.
“look at you,” she murmurs, watching your hips jerk. “such a needy little thing.”
you let out a whimper, already breathless. “billie, please—”
her eyes snap to yours. “what did i say about begging, sweetheart?”
you bite your lip hard.
she shakes her head slowly. “you know the rules. i say when you cum. not you.”
you nod, barely able to breathe.
her fingers speed up just enough to make you cry out.
“mm. that close again, huh?”
“y-yeah—fuck—i’m gonna—”
she pulls her hand away.
you scream. again.
she smiles.
“god, you’re fuckin’ adorable when you’re desperate.”
you squirm, wrists pulling at the restraints. your thighs clench uselessly around the air where her hand used to be.
“you wanna cum so bad, baby?”
“yes—please—i need it—”
“i know you do,” she purrs, leaning in to kiss your knee. “but i don’t give you things just ‘cause you beg for them.”
her hand returns, fingers slow again, teasing your entrance, dragging slick circles until your hips are arching off the bed.
your voice shakes.
“billie—i swear—i can’t take it—”
she grins.
“oh, i think you can.”
you’re too far gone.
her fingers are relentless now—slipping inside you, curling just right, her thumb pressing into your clit in tight, perfect circles. you feel it coming hard, rising fast, white-hot and wild.
“billie—please—fuck—i can’t—”
“don’t you fuckin’ cum,” she growls, eyes locked on yours. “not until i say.”
but it’s too much. too fast.
your back arches off the bed.
you scream as you cum—body jerking, thighs clenching, wrists pulling at the restraints.
for a second, there’s silence.
then her hand leaves you.
you’re panting, trembling, vision blurred.
when you finally look at her—her expression is dark. cold. something dangerous curling behind her eyes.
“oh,” she says, voice soft but sharp, “so you wanna cum?”
you swallow, instantly regretful.
“billie—i didn’t mean—”
she cuts you off.
“no, no, baby. don’t worry.” she climbs over you, one hand gripping your jaw. “if you wanna cum so bad?”
she leans in.
“i’ll make you.”
her hand dives between your legs again—no buildup this time, just direct pressure, fast and rough on your clit.
you cry out instantly, already too sensitive.
“that’s it,” she snarls. “you like being a bad girl, huh? think you can cum without permission? i’ll make sure you fuckin’ regret that.”
her fingers move faster.
you squirm, gasping, already overwhelmed.
“billie—please—it’s too much—”
“shut up, princess. you earned this.”
you’re already sobbing.
not from pain—but from everything. your body’s lit up, nerves screaming, heat rippling through you with no place to go.
billie’s hand doesn’t let up. her fingers rub hard and fast, and your thighs tremble violently.
“look at you,” she growls. “cryin’ from a fuckin’ orgasm.”
you whimper. “billie—i can’t—i can’t—”
her free hand grabs your throat, gently but firm.
“yes, you can. you will.”
your second orgasm hits too fast, no warning, just a shattering pulse that rips through you and leaves you gasping.
but she doesn’t stop.
“that’s two,” she says flatly. “hope you’re keepin’ count, angel.”
you sob again, writhing.
“fuck—please—i’m sorry—”
“no, baby,” she breathes, biting your ear, her voice softer now, more dangerous. “you wanted this, remember?”
her tone dips low, mocking:
‘please, billie, i need to cum’.
she laughs darkly. “well now you’re gonna cum. again. and again. and again.”
her fingers go harder.
you scream.
your body bucks. you try to twist away, but the restraints keep you in place. your head thrashes side to side, tears streaking your cheeks.
your third orgasm slams into you like a truck. your whole body clenches, then collapses.
“that’s three,” she whispers. “you done yet, mama?”
you sob, nodding frantically.
but her hand keeps moving.
“wrong answer.”
you can’t see straight.
your vision’s blurred, your mouth can’t form words anymore—just sobs, gasps, broken little moans that barely sound like you. your legs twitch with every movement of her hand.
and still, billie keeps going.
“look at me,” she pants, face close, voice ragged and hungry. “look at me while you fuckin’ cum again.”
you force your eyes open, tears streaming, breath stuttering.
“that’s it,” she breathes. “there’s my good girl.”
your fourth orgasm builds fast—violent. your body locks up, muscles clenching so tight it hurts. you cry out, raw and wrecked.
“cum for me.”
you scream her name.
and your body just gives out.
your hips collapse. your arms go slack in the restraints. your chest heaves like you’ve been running for miles.
she finally stops.
but only for a second.
she unclips your wrists gently, rubbing at your arms, pulling you close.
you sob into her neck, shaking like a leaf.
“shhh,” she whispers, kissing your temple. “i got you. you’re okay, baby.”
you cling to her, breath catching with every aftershock.
“you did so good, mama. so fuckin’ good for me. i’m so proud of you.”
you nod weakly, unable to speak.
she wraps you up in the blanket, rocking you gently.
“my perfect girl,” she murmurs. “i’ve got you now.”
