Best birthday!
- summary : when billie’s birthday greeted by sex
- warnings : g!p!billie eilish x f!reader, oral, p in v, riding, nipple play ( ? ), cussing, heavy smut, birthday smex, n idk.
billie’s birthday morning, and you’re already wide awake while she’s still knocked out, sprawled on her stomach, one arm dangling off the bed, soft little snores escaping her lips.
the room’s quiet except for the low hum of the ac and the faint la traffic outside.
you’ve been planning this for days, wanted to wake her up the best way you know how.
you slip under the sheets careful, slow, so the mattress barely shifts. she’s only in those loose boxer briefs, the ones that ride low on her hips, and you tug them down just enough.
her cock’s soft against her thigh at first, warm skin, familiar weight. you start gentle. lips brushing the tip, tongue flicking soft, tasting the sleep warm salt of her.
she stirs a little, mumbles something incoherent, hips shifting in her dream.
you take more, slow and wet, letting spit build so it’s messy the way she likes.
one hand cups her balls gentle, rolling them while your mouth sinks lower, cheeks hollowing, she hardens fast against your tongue, thickening, pulsing, and that’s when her breathing changes.
a low groan rips out of her, still half-asleep.
“fuck… baby?” voice all gravel and confused pleasure. her hand finds your hair on instinct, fingers threading loose, not pushing yet, just holding.
you pull off just long enough to whisper, “happy birthday, bils,” before sliding all the way down, throat relaxing so she hits the back easy.
she gasps sharp, hips bucking once before she catches herself.
“oh shit—yeah, like that, don’t stop.”
you don’t. you set a lazy rhythm at first, then faster when her grip tightens, guiding you now, sleepy thrusts into your mouth.
she’s fully awake, cursing under her breath, “best fucking alarm clock… god, your mouth’s so warm.”
her thighs start trembling, abs flexing under the sheet. you feel her swell that last little bit, know she’s close. she tries to warn you, “baby, i’m gonna—” but you just hum around her, take her deeper, swallowing on purpose.
she comes with a choked “fuck, happy birthday to me,” spilling hot down your throat in thick pulses. you take every drop, milking her slow till she’s whining from overstimulation, tugging weakly at your hair to pull you off.
you crawl up her body, sheet falling away, and she’s already grinning that lazy post-orgasm smile, eyes hazy.
biilie pulls you into a messy kiss, tasting herself on your tongue, murmurs against your lips, “you’re so getting spoiled all day for that. starting with round two in the shower.”
you’re straddling her hips now, kissing slow and deep, grinding just a little so she feels how soaked you are through your panties.
you pull back an inch, nose brushing hers, voice all husky and teasing.
“you said round two in the shower… but why not now?”
her eyes snap open wider, green and hazy, and she laughs low, hands sliding down to grip your ass hard.
“shit, you’re impatient today. it’s my birthday, i’m supposed to be the spoiled one.”
but she’s already throbbing again underneath you.
you can feel her cock kicking against your thigh, heavy and hot, filling out fast like it never went soft in the first place.
you reach down between you, wrap your fingers around her, stroke once, twice, slow and slick from your spit and her cum. she groans into your mouth, hips lifting off the bed.
“fuck—keep doing that and i’m not making it to the shower.”
you smirk, shift up on your knees, shove your panties to the side with zero ceremony. line her up and sink down just the head, teasing, rolling your hips so she stretches you open slow.
both of you moan at the same time. her from how tight and wet you are, you from how thick she feels first thing in the morning.
“billie—” you whisper, then drop all the way down in one smooth slide until she’s buried to the root.
her head falls back against the pillow, curse ripping out of her, fingers digging bruises into your hips. “jesus fucking—baby, you’re trying to kill me.”
you don’t answer with words. just start riding her slow at first, deep rolls of your hips, hands braced on her chest, feeling her heartbeat hammer under your palms.
every time you lift up she slips almost all the way out, then you take her back in, wet and filthy, the sound of it loud in the quiet room.
billie’s losing it fast, eyes locked on where you’re joined, watching herself disappear inside you over and over.
“look so fucking good taking me… shit, ride it just like that.”
you pick up the pace, bouncing harder, thighs burning already but you don’t care. lean forward so your chest brushes hers, kiss her messy, bite her bottom lip. she thrusts up to meet you halfway now, sharp and desperate, bed creaking under you both.
“touch me,” you gasp against her mouth, and she doesn’t hesitate. one hand slides between you, thumb finding your clit, rubbing fast circles that make your rhythm stutter.
the other hand grabs the back of your neck, pulls you down so she can suck marks into your throat.
“gonna cum on my cock on my birthday? yeah? do it, baby, soak me.”
you’re close already, weeks of wanting her, waking up needy next to her every morning, and now finally having her like this. you grind down hard, clit dragging against her thumb, walls fluttering around her length.
“billie—fuck, i’m—”
“come on, give it to me.”
you do.
hard.
whole body locking up, crying out into her neck as you pulse around her, dripping down her cock, thighs shaking.
she swears long and low, thrusts erratic, then slams up one last time and cums again, deep inside you, hot and thick, filling you up till you feel it leak out around her.
you stay like that for a minute. both breathing ragged, sweaty, stuck together.
she’s still half hard inside you, twitching every few seconds. you lift your head, grin down at her wrecked face.
“still want that shower?”
billie laughs, breathless, slaps your ass once.
“give me five minutes to recover and i’m bending you over the tiles. birthday rules, i get whatever i want all day.” you clench around her on purpose, feel her groan.
few minutes later, you both stumble out of bed eventually, still tangled, laughing breathlessly as billie half carries you to the bathroom because your legs are jelly from riding her.
the tiles are cold under your feet, but she’s warm against your back, kissing your shoulder, murmuring “told you i’d spoil you too.”
she cranks the shower hot—steam filling the room fast, fogging the glass door before you even step in.
billie pulls you under the spray first, water cascading down her tattoos, running in rivulets over her chest, down her stomach, over the half hard cock that’s already twitching again just from looking at you naked and dripping.
she presses you face first against the cool tile wall, hands sliding up your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples till you arch.
“been wanting to fuck you in here for weeks,” she rasps against your ear, voice low and rough from sleep and the two orgasms you already pulled out of her.
you push your ass back on instinct, feel her length slide between your thighs, hot and heavy, slick from the water and what’s still leaking out of you from earlier.
she groans, bites your neck gentle. “still full of me, huh? feel it dripping down your legs?”
you nod, whimpering, “yeah… want more.”
that’s all it takes.
billie grips your hips, lines herself up, and pushes in slow, one long, steady thrust that stretches you open again, fuller this time with the angle, the water making everything slippery and hot.
you both moan loud, echoing off the tiles. she bottoms out and just holds there for a second, forehead pressed to your shoulder blade, breathing hard like she’s trying not to lose it too fast.
“fuck, you take me so perfect every time.”
then she starts moving. deep, deliberate strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, watching herself disappear inside you over your shoulder in the fogged mirror across the room.
water pounds down on her back, splashing everywhere, mixing with the wet sounds of her fucking you.
you brace your hands on the wall, pushing back to meet every thrust, moaning her name every time she hits that spot that makes your vision blur.
she reaches around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast and messy, matching the rhythm of her hips.
“touch yourself for me,” she growls, voice wrecked. “wanna feel you cum around my cock again.”
you do—ione hand dropping between your legs, circling fast while she pounds into you harder now, losing that careful control. the sound of skin slapping skin mixes with the water, her grunts, your cries.
she grabs a fistful of your wet hair, pulls your head back gentle so she can kiss you sloppy over your shoulder, tongue messy and desperate.
“billie—fuck, i’m close—”
“yeah? cum on it, baby. wanna fill you up again.”
you shatter first.
whole body seizing, walls clamping down hard around her as you cry out, shaking so bad she has to hold you up.
the clench drags her over too.
she slams in deep one last time, groans long and broken against your neck as she cums, pulsing hot inside you, adding to the mess already there till you feel it leak out around her cock, down your thighs, washed away by the water.
you stay like that, her buried deep, arms wrapped around you, both panting under the spray.
she’s kissing your shoulder, your neck, anywhere she can reach, murmuring soft ‘love you’s between breaths.
after a minute she pulls out slow, turns you around gentle, cups your face and kisses you slow and sweet now, all the urgency gone.
grabs the body wash, starts soaping you up like nothing happened, hands sliding everywhere, taking care of you.
“best birthday ever,” she says again, grinning against your lips. “but we’re not leaving this shower till the hot water runs out. got a whole day of spoiling you left.”
you laugh, wrap your arms around her neck, already feeling her harden again against your stomach. “happy birthday baby.”
a/n : happy birthday to billie! and me…
wow, ig we meant for each other…
