synopsis: After you snap at Billie and refuse to apologize, the tension follows you home—until she decides to deal with your attitude herself.
WARNINGS : bratty reader, Billie g!p, vaginal sex, rough, spanking, degrading kink, breeding kink, no protection, sub reader.
Your phone was pressed to your ear while you paced across your room, frustration making your steps sharp against the floor.
“Can you just listen for a second?” Billie said through the phone, her voice calm but worn thin. “I told you the label moved the meeting last minute. I didn’t plan it like that.”
“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed. “Funny how your job always comes first.”
A tired pause filled the line.
“It’s not about it coming first,” she replied, voice quiet but steady. “This is literally my work. I can’t just skip meetings whenever I want.”
“You skipped dinner though, didn’t you?” you shot back. “The one thing we actually planned.”
“I didn’t skip it on purpose,” Billie said, sounding even more drained now. “I thought we could just move it to later tonight. I was trying to explain that if you’d just—”
“You always say that,” you interrupted. “There’s always another call, another studio session, another meeting. I’m sick of it.”
Another soft sigh.
“I know it’s frustrating,” she admitted gently. “But yelling at me isn’t going to fix it. I just want to talk about it like normal people instead of—”
“Oh my fucking god, shut the hell up,” you snapped before she could finish.
For a split second, there was nothing but quiet on the other end.
Then you hung up.
The call ended with a cold beep, and the room suddenly felt too still—like the only person who’d actually been trying to fix the argument was now gone from the line.
You stared at your phone for a second after the call dropped, the quiet in your room suddenly louder than the argument had been.
A sharp huff left your lips.
“Whatever,” you muttered to no one.
You tossed the phone onto your bed and pushed your hair back, irritation still buzzing under your skin. If she wanted to be busy with work all the time, fine. You had things to do too.
You moved around your room, straightening up the mess on your desk, shoving clothes back into drawers, opening folders on your computer to organize files you’d been putting off. The clicking of the keyboard slowly filled the space where the argument had been.
LATER
Hours passed like that.
By the time the front door finally opened, you were still sitting at your computer, the glow of the screen lighting your face while you sorted through documents.
Billie stepped inside quietly.
You heard the door shut. Heard the faint sound of her shoes on the floor.
But she didn’t say anything.
You glanced over your shoulder for a moment. She walked past your doorway without looking in, her expression blank, her shoulders stiff like she was carrying the whole day on them. She didn’t even glance at you as she moved down the hall toward the bedroom.
A few minutes later you heard drawers opening, the soft rustle of clothes.
Billie was getting ready for a shower.
You turned back to your screen, clicking through another folder.
For a while the apartment stayed quiet except for the small sounds of Billie moving around. Then her voice came from the doorway behind you.
Calm. But tighter than before.
“You really hurt my feelings earlier.”
You paused, but didn’t turn around.
“I was trying to talk to you,” Billie continued. “I wasn’t raising my voice. I wasn’t being disrespectful. I was just explaining what happened with work and you kept going off on me.”
She shifted slightly, arms crossing.
“And then you told me to shut the hell up and hung up on me.”
The room stayed still except for the faint hum of your computer.
“I’d like an apology,” she said finally.
You leaned back in your chair a little, shrugging like it didn’t matter.
“I’m not apologizing,” you replied flatly. “You’re the one who bailed on our plans. If anyone should apologize, it’s you.”
The silence that followed felt heavier this time.
Billie let out a quiet, frustrated huff.
“Alright,” she said under her breath.
You finally glanced back.
For a second your eyes met hers—and something in her expression had changed. The tiredness was still there, but now it sat behind something sharper. Colder. The look in her eyes had hardened, anger simmering just beneath the surface.
She didn’t argue again.
Billie just shook her head slightly and turned away, walking down the hall toward the bathroom.
A moment later the door shut, and the sound of the shower starting filled the apartment.
—
You ended up drifting away from the computer after a while. The sound of the shower running down the hall echoed faintly through the place as you moved into the bedroom.
The dresser drawers were half a mess anyway.
You pulled one open and started sorting through it, pulling shirts out and folding them properly, stacking them into neater piles. Some of them were Billie’s, some were yours—it didn’t really matter as you reorganized the space.
The shower was still running.
You moved to the next drawer, pushing clothes into cleaner rows, smoothing wrinkles out with your hands. Eventually you ended up on Billie’s side of the dresser, quietly folding one of her oversized shirts before placing it down with the others.
You didn’t hear the bathroom door open.
Didn’t hear the soft steps behind you either.
Your back stayed turned as you kept working in the drawer, focused on folding another piece of laundry.
Then suddenly—
Warm hands wrapped around your waist from behind.
Your body stiffened in surprise.
You looked up instinctively, your eyes catching the mirror sitting on top of the dresser in front of you. In the reflection, you saw Billie standing behind you, her hair still damp from the shower, a few drops of water sliding down her neck.
Before you could say anything, she leaned forward slightly and pressed a slow kiss against the back of your shoulder.
Your breath caught.
Her arms tightened around your waist just a little.
“Why were you talking to me like that earlier?” Billie asked quietly, her voice low and raspy from the shower steam and leftover tension.
Before you could respond—
smack. Her hand landed sharply against your ass.
A startled gasp slipped out of you.
Her eyes were fixed on you through the reflection. “Answer me.”
You swallowed. “I—.”
Smack.
Your body jolted again when her hand landed on your ass a second time, sharper than before.
A breathy moan slipped out of you.
Billie tilted her head slightly, brows lifting like she hadn’t heard what she wanted.
“Huh?” she said quietly.
You blinked, trying to gather your words. “I was just—”
Smack.
The third hit cut you off mid-sentence, harder than the last.
Your moan came out louder this time, your hands instinctively gripping the edge of the open drawer.
“Remember when I tried to speak,” Billie murmured. “and you wouldn’t let me?”
You were getting wet.
You opened your mouth again, trying to answer.
“Answer me,” she said.
“I’m Billie I’m trying, but you—” Smack. Another sharp strike landed, making your body jolt, moaning louder than before.
A strand of Billie’s wet hair slipped forward, the cool droplets brushing against your shoulder as it fell over you.
Without warning, she presses her hard cock firmly against your ass, the thick length grinding into the cleft through your clothes. The sudden pressure makes you gasp, your head falling back onto her shoulder as a shiver runs down your spine.
"Get on the bed and strip," Billie commands, her voice low, breath hot against your ear. “lay on your back, legs spread open for me."
You obey, your hands trembling slightly as you peel off your shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Your pants follow, sliding down your legs until you're stepping out of them, kicking them aside. Underwear comes last, revealing your naked body, your pussy already slick and wet with arousal. You climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight, and lie back, spreading your legs enough.
Billie approaches the bed, her pretty cock standing erect, balls hanging heavy beneath it. She climbs on, positioning herself between your open legs, her eyes locked on your dripping pussy. She grips her shaft and slaps it down onto your folds, the head of her cock connects with your clit.
"Why do you listen to me?" she asks, her tone laced with mock curiosity, slapping her cock against your pussy again. "And why do you keep disrespecting me like this? I work so hard for you, and this is how you treat me?"
Before you can answer, she lines up and slips her thick cock inside you, the stretch immediate and intense. You both moan loudly, yours a sharp cry of pleasure-pain, hers a deep growl of satisfaction—as she sinks in deep.
No pause, no time to adjust; Billie starts thrusting right away, her hips snapping forward to fuck you hard. Her breasts bounce with each stroke, swaying near your face, nipples hard and brushing close enough to tease.
"That's it, slut," she degrades, pounding into your wetness relentlessly, her cock dragging along your walls. "I'll fuck the attitude right out of you." Her pace quickens, balls slapping against your ass, the bed creaking under the force as she claims you completely.
her cock was stretching your walls with its girth, every ridge and vein pulsing against your insides. she was hitting spots that make your toes curl as she drills into you relentlessly. The slick slide of her shaft coated in your juices creates a good friction, pulling at your entrance with each withdrawal before slamming back in.
She watches herself fuck you, eyes fixed on where her cock disappears into your soaked pussy, mesmerized by the way you take her length, glistening with your arousal. “Look at that,” she growls, her voice rough with lust.
Your hands reach back instinctively, fingers digging into the firm cheeks of Billie's ass, pulling her closer, holding her deep inside as she thrusts. You don't want her to pull out, craving the fullness.
Billie smirks down at you, then hooks your legs over her shoulders in one swift motion, folding you nearly in half. The new angle drives her even deeper. “You love this, don't you? so damn pathetic,” she degrades, her hips snapping forward without mercy.
Your pussy clenches around her, so fucking wet that obscene squelching sounds fill the room, your arousal leaking down to soak the sheets. She fucks you so good, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you, her breasts still bouncing wildly near your face as she pounds away. “fuck—yes,” you groaned.
Billie smirks down at you, then hooks your legs over her shoulders in one swift motion, folding you nearly in half. The new angle drives her even deeper. '”You love this shit, don't you? So disgusting,” she degrades, her hips snapping forward without mercy.
Your pussy clenches around her, so fucking wet that obscene squelching sounds fill the room, your arousal leaking down to soak the sheets. She fucks you so good, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you, her breasts still bouncing wildly near your face as she pounds away. “Oh god, Billie,” you moan.
Billie slows her thrusts just enough to grind deep inside you, her thick cock buried to the hilt in you. She leans down. “You think I want to worry about work and the damn tour all the time?”
Her pre-cum leaks steadily from the tip, mixing with your slick arousal in your core, the warm fluid coating your walls as if she's already starting to breed you.
“Say you're sorry,” Billie demands, her voice a low growl as she holds still, her cock throbbing inside you. “Apologize for being a disrespectful bitch.”
You hesitate, biting your lip, the fullness of her stretching you making it hard to think, your body trembling under her. The wait stretches, her eyes boring into yours, until finally, the words tumble out in a whimper. “I'm sorry, Billie... I'm so sorry.”
A gentle grin spreads across her face, and she rewards you by giving you a tender kiss on the neck.
She started rotating her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, the motion grinding her cock against untouched spots deep within. Your back arches off the bed with a sharp gasp, your nails gripping more into her skin as pleasure rips through you.
synopsis; You’re stiff, nervous, you need to learn the rhythm of the song you’re making with Billie for a collab, when she notices, she decides to help you both, learn it and calm yourself.
warnings; Gip!Billie, dirty talk, no ask for permission, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, degrading if you squint, you tell me if there’s anything else I should put.
The studio in Billie's LA house felt like a cocoon of creativity and quiet intensity, tucked away in the sprawling modern home she called her sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the twinkling city lights, but heavy curtains were drawn, keeping the outside world at bay. Inside, the air hummed with the faint scent of incense and fresh coffee, mixed with the subtle musk of long hours spent chasing perfection. The grand screen set up dominated the space, its polished black surface reflecting the soft amber glow from the desk lamps. Posters of Billie's past tours and album covers adorned the walls, a testament to her empire, while scattered notebooks and a half-empty bottle of water cluttered the nearby table.
You'd arrived that afternoon, nerves buzzing like the synth lines in the track you were building together. As industry colleagues, your paths had crossed at industry events—quick hellos at the Grammys, nods during producer meetings—but this was different. This was intimate, collaborative, just the two of you hammering out a song that blended her edgy vocals with your piano-driven melody. The track was sultry, pulsating with a rhythm that demanded precision, especially from the keys. You'd been at it for what felt like eternity, your fingers aching from repeated attempts, but every run-through ended in frustration. The notes slipped, the timing fractured, and the whole piece fell apart.
Billie lounged against the edge of the piano, her black hair falling in loose waves over her forehead, those striking blue eyes fixed on you with a mix of amusement and impatience. She wore her usual oversized aesthetic—a baggy black hoodie that swallowed her slim frame, loose sweats that hung low on her hips, and chunky sneakers kicked off by the door. At 24, she carried an effortless cool, but up close, there was a raw energy about her, something magnetic that made the room feel smaller.
"Alright, let's take it from the bridge again," she said, her voice that signature low rasp, laced with a teasing edge. She pushed off the piano and paced a slow circle around you, hands tucked into her pockets. "You're overthinking it. The rhythm isn't in your head—it's in your body. You gotta feel it, like it's breathing through you."
You nodded, wiping sweat from your brow, and positioned your hands over the keys. The melody started strong in your mind: a steady pulse building to a crescendo, evoking late-night drives through the city, hearts racing in sync. But as you pressed down, your timing wavered. A note hung too long, another came too soon, and the whole sequence crumbled into dissonance. You slammed your palm lightly on the wood in defeat, exhaling sharply.
Billie stopped pacing, her smirk widening as she leaned in close, her breath warm against your shoulder. "See? Too stiff. You're like a robot trying to dance. Loosen up, yeah? Let me help you find the groove." Her tone was playful, almost mocking, but there was an undercurrent of something hotter, more insistent. Before you could respond, her hands were on your hips, firm and guiding, steering you to bend forward over the piano bench. The cool surface of the keys brushed your forearms as you braced yourself, heart pounding not just from the failure but from the sudden proximity.
"Billie, what are you—" you began, voice catching as you felt her press against your back. The bulge in her sweats was unmistakable, hard and unyielding, nestling right against the curve of your ass. She was different—everyone in the inner circles whispered about it, but feeling it was another thing entirely. A girl with a cock and balls, thick and ready, hidden under that casual exterior.
"Shh," she murmured, lips brushing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "I'm gonna show you the rhythm. Trust me, it'll stick this time." Her fingers hooked into the waistband of your skirt, tugging it up slowly, exposing the soft skin of your thighs. The air in the studio felt thicker now, charged, as she slid your panties to the side with a casual flick. You were already damp—frustration and her teasing presence had done that much—and she let out a soft hum of approval.
She freed herself from her sweats, the sound of fabric rustling followed by the heavy drop of her length against your skin. Her cock was impressive—thick at the base, veined along its length, the head flushed and leaking a bead of precum. Her balls hung low, full and swaying slightly as she gripped your hip with one hand. She dragged the tip along your folds, coating it in your arousal, teasing your entrance without mercy. "Look at you, already wet for the lesson," she whispered, voice dripping with that small, dirty tease. "Think you can play while I fuck the beat into this pretty pussy?"
You gasped, gripping the edge of the piano, but nodded, determined to try. With a single, deliberate thrust, she pushed inside, stretching your walls inch by inch. The fullness was overwhelming, her girth filling you completely as she bottomed out, balls pressing flush against your clit. She held there for a moment, letting you adjust, her breath hot on your neck. "That's the intro," she said, starting a slow, measured pump—deep in, slow out, mirroring the song's opening pulse.
Your fingers trembled as you tried to match it, pressing the first notes. The keys responded under your touch, but her movement disrupted everything. Each slide of her cock dragged against your inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. She picked up the pace slightly, hips snapping in time with the required rhythm—steady, insistent thrusts that had her balls slapping lightly against you. "Feel that?" she teased, one hand sliding up your side to cup your breast, thumb brushing your nipple through the fabric. "That's the groove. Sync to me."
But you couldn't. The sensation built too fast, her thickness hitting deep with every drive, coiling heat in your core. Your hands faltered, keys clashing as a moan escaped your lips. She didn't stop, pounding steadily from behind, her free hand now gripping your waist to pull you back onto her. The wet sounds of her cock plunging into your pussy filled the studio, mingling with your ragged breaths. Pleasure crested, and your first orgasm hit like a wave—your walls clenching around her shaft, milking it as tremors shook your body. You slumped forward, fingers splaying across random keys, the piano emitting a chaotic jumble.
Billie slowed, but didn't pull out, grinding deep as you rode the aftershocks. "Fail," she said with a chuckle, voice husky from the effort. "Not even close. Restart from the top." She withdrew slowly, her cock slick and shining with your release, a string of your juices connecting you for a moment before snapping. You were panting, thighs quivering, but she gave you no time to recover. Positioning you again—ass up, bent over the bench—she rubbed her tip along your soaked entrance, teasing your swollen folds. "Dripping down your legs. Let's see if you learn."
She thrust back in with ease, the glide smoother now from your wetness. Her balls tapped your skin rhythmically as she resumed the pace, hips rolling in that perfect, unyielding tempo. You braced your hands on the keys, trying harder this time, forcing your fingers to follow the melody. The notes came tentatively—close, but not quite. Her cock filled you over and over, the head nudging that sensitive spot inside, making your focus shatter. "Come on," she urged, breath teasing your ear, "play for me. Or is this pussy too greedy, sucking me in like that?"
The dirty words fueled the fire, and soon your body tensed again. Her thrusts grew firmer, balls smacking with each drive, the friction building unbearably. Your second climax tore through you, stronger than the first—pussy spasming around her length, juices squirting lightly as you cried out, hands pounding the keys in a discordant frenzy. The piano wailed under the assault, the song lost once more.
"Nope," Billie murmured, pulling out with a wet schlick, her cock throbbing visibly, veins pulsing. She stroked herself once, smearing your essence along her shaft, before lining up again. "Restart. You're making me work for it, but fuck, you feel good." Her voice had lost some of the tease, edged with raw desire now, but she kept it light, professional almost, like this was just part of the session.
Third attempt: She sank in deep, the stretch still intense despite your slickness. Her body molded to yours from behind, sweat-slick skin sliding as she began pumping. The rhythm was hypnotic—thrust, withdraw, thrust—her balls heavy against you, swinging with momentum. You managed a full bar this time, fingers dancing in sync for precious seconds, the melody peeking through. But then she shifted her angle, grinding harder, her cock dragging along your g-spot relentlessly. "That's it, almost," she whispered, hand slipping between your legs to rub your clit in slow circles. The added touch was devastating.
Heat pooled low, your breaths coming in gasps as you fought to keep playing. But the dual pleasure overwhelmed—her thumb flicking, cock pounding, balls tapping—and your third orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy clenched vise-like, pulling her deeper as waves of ecstasy pulsed through, leaving you shaking, a keen escaping your throat. Keys blurred under your faltering grip, the music dissolving into noise.
Billie groaned softly, hips stuttering for the first time as your release coated her length. She eased out, giving you a moment to breathe, but her hand stayed on your hip, possessive. "Getting closer, but still a fail. Look at you, cumming so easy. Restart." She plunged back in without warning, the sudden fullness drawing a whimper from you. Your pussy was sensitive now, every inch of her cock sending jolts through your overstimulated nerves.
Fourth round: The pace was the same, always from behind, her chest pressed to your back, one arm wrapping around to steady you. She thrust steadily, balls slapping wetly now from the mess between you. "Feel how your body's learning?" she said, voice low and encouraging, the teasing softened but still there. "Tighten around me like that—match the beat." You tried, syncing a few more measures, the piano's notes flowing smoother, almost capturing the sultry pulse of the track.
But her hand returned to your clit, rubbing firmer, and the building tension snapped. Her cock throbbed inside, stretching you wide with each drive, the head kissing your cervix. Your fourth orgasm built slower but hit harder—body arching, pussy fluttering wildly around her as pleasure bordered on pain, tears pricking your eyes. You screamed softly, fingers slipping off the keys entirely, the bench creaking under your weight.
"Damn," Billie breathed, withdrawing carefully, her cock glistening, balls drawn tight. She was close herself, you could tell from the way she panted, but she held back, ever the teacher. "One more push. You're soaked, pussy begging for it. Restart." She entered you again, the slide effortless, your walls welcoming despite the ache. The studio smelled of sex now, heavy and intoxicating, the air thick with your shared heat.
Fifth attempt: Her thrusts were precise, hips snapping in perfect time, balls colliding with your clit in a rhythm that echoed the song. Sweat dripped from her brow onto your skin, mixing with yours. You focused through the haze, fingers finding the keys, pressing down with renewed determination. Notes emerged—clean, flowing, syncing to her movements. She noticed, a soft "Yes" escaping her lips, her hand on your breast squeezing gently.
But the pleasure mounted relentlessly. Her cock filled you completely, dragging out with a twist before slamming back, her balls heavy and full against you. The friction was too much; your body betrayed you one last time. The fifth orgasm ripped through, intense and shattering—pussy convulsing, milking her shaft as you wailed, but miraculously, your hands stayed true. The piano sang unbroken, the melody soaring in perfect harmony with her final, deep thrusts.
Billie followed seconds later, groaning low as she buried herself to the hilt. Her cock pulsed, hot cum erupting in thick ropes, flooding your pussy, her balls contracting against your skin. She jerked her hips, riding out the release, filling you until it leaked out around her base. You both trembled, the music fading as she stilled, breath ragged.
Slowly, she pulled out, a gush of her seed following, trickling down your thighs. She helped you upright, steadying you with hands on your shoulders, that smirk returning but softer now. Tucking herself away, she met your eyes, pride shining through. "See? I knew you could do it."
The words hung in the air, simple and affirming, as the studio settled into quiet satisfaction. The track was alive now, etched into your bodies as much as the keys. As colleagues, this was just another layer to the collaboration—intense, unforgettable, but professional at its core. Billie grabbed a water bottle, handing it to you with a wink. "Let's record that for real now. No distractions."
But the echo of her rhythm lingered, a secret beat only you two shared.
an; its my first time writting smut, i’m sorry cause it SuCkS so big omg, but i hope you at least enjoyed it. btw, someone, fuck me like that. please and thank you.
- 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.”
𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑒 x f!r ❛❛ what's the saying again? play stupid games, win stupid prizes? well, you're about to find out just what that prize is.
・・・watch out! smut , strap (r receiving) , language , spanking , brat taming? , use of pet names and y/n
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y/n 1h · pinned
she's lying guys her dicks about this big 🤏
billieeilish 1h
@ y/n not what you said last time
user01 1h
HELLO?!??
user02 59min
🤨🤨📸
user03 59min
okay freaky
user04 58min
not in front of the 124m followers...
you've never regretted anything in your life more than deciding to type out that comment. within the hour, those 8 words had almost as many likes as the post itself and it'd already began to make its way around every social media site possible.
editors on tiktok were already using it for their intros, it trended faster than you could say 'x' on twitter, and billie's reply only blew up the whole situation a hundred times as big as it should've been.
but of course, the way she'd texted you right after maybe, just maybe, made the whole thing worth it.
so naturally, with that ominous text and you being you, there's no way you were going to pass up the opportunity. you're sprawled out across your bed, grinning as you repost a couple tiktoks and like some interesting instagram reels just to test the waters a little.
ones that talk about not being able to finish or the importance of personality in a relationship, to be exact.
you can already imagine her reaction--the way her jaw would clench, her narrowed eyes, how she'd be bitter about it for the next month--as you smile yourself to sleep.
and it's never ceased to amaze you just how quickly the fans work, especially when it comes to you and billie. the next morning, you're bombarded with enough notifications to make all your apps lag and your phone start to grow hot the minute you open it.
damn. there's hundreds of users stitching your repost, their view counts and likes climbing by the second and it's so funny you're tempted to like all of them:
user05
she still got that big dick energy tho! #billie eilish #y/n
user06
helppp this is reminding me of that one time billie reposted the same shit when she was with jesse 💔
user07
it's not the size of the boat it's the motion of the ocean 😔☝️
in the first 24 hours, it's already become the new running joke in the fandom where people are dissing billie's "strap game" and she still hasn't said anything yet...which is weird.
you thought there'd be a text or call waiting and you were expecting her to half laugh and be half offended. but there's absolutely nothing and you're starting to wonder if she's just going to give you the silent treatment.
probably not, though. every time in the past she's tried to, she lasts a good thirty minute before she breaks and comes running right back.
you're still contemplating all the possible scenarios as you unlock the door, walking back home from the gym. and the sight before you is a possibility you never saw coming.
billie's lying on the bed, a massive bouquet of flowers lying on the nightstand table...alongside her strap. "surprise," she smirks, standing up to walk over.
you can only stand there dumbfounded. is she not supposed to be in new york doing sound check or something right now? there's already fans starting to camp near the venue and she's here?
"billie? aren't you performing tomorrow?"
"mhm," she hums, taking your bag off your shoulder and dropping it to the side with a definitive thud. "but i got somethin' more important to do right now."
she places her hands on your hips, walking you backwards to the edge of the bed as you grin. "more important than work?" you tease.
her hands come up your sides, working the zipper of your hoodie down. "well," she murmurs, pushing the fabric off your shoulders, "my girl's reposting shit about me being bad in bed. you think i'm just gonna let that slide?"
you opt out for a shrug just to rile her on even more, "i dunno. i thought it was pretty funny."
the effect is instantaneous. billie's left eye twitches as she throws your hoodie behind her and it falls all the way to the opposite side of the room. "funny, huh?" she repeats, her voice dropping to a whisper.
her hands fist in your top and with one sharp, effortless motion, she has it over your head. "let's see how funny you think i am in a minute."
before you can think of a comeback, let alone say it, her mouth is on yours, tongue already past your lips and leaving you breathless. one of billie's hands tangle in your hair, tilting your head back for better access, while the other palms your breast through your bra.
she breaks the kiss, leaving you gasping and still processing what the hell is happening. "bed. on your knees and face the headboard."
whatever ego you had earlier completely disintegrates with that command. you scramble onto the bed, back facing towards her as you hear her click the harness on.
"you talked so much shit," she says, nonchalant, her voice right beside you.
you can feel the bed dip down as billie kneels, fingers sliding down your spine and hooking into the waistband of your panties before she yanks them down immediately, all the way down to your thighs.
"strap game this, small dick that," she says, followed by a stinging slap to your ass.
"you were so brave behind the screen baby," she grins, her fingers tracing the reddened mark.
"i--"
before you can let another word out, two of her fingers slide through your folds and you groan into the sheets. "look at you now," she says and you can hear the smile in her voice, "soaked for me, for the strap you made fun of."
she brings her fingers to your mouth. "taste."
you part your lips as she pushes them in, your eyes fluttering shut. "atta girl," she purrs, taking her hand back and pressing the tip against you.
"is this okay?" she asks, her voice soft.
when you nod she laughs out a "you gonna take back what you said?"
of course you still shake your head, "no--it's still funny."
billie only laughs. "alright, have it your have way."
she thrusts in, filling you completely in an instant and the pleasure's so intense and so good you already take back everything you said.
"still funny?" she grunts, her hands gripping your hips hard.
she doesn't wait for you to answer, grinding her hips hard and deep, each one punctuating her words. "you think--" followed by a sharp push until she's all the way inside, "--i'm--" another jolt of her body, "--bad--" again "--at this?"
you shake your head no, moaning as she fucks you with a brutal, focused intensity. your arms are close to giving out as you fall to your elbows, ass in the air and fully at her mercy.
billie leans over you, chest pressed against you back and mouth at your ear. "look at how you're taking me, ma," she groans, "look at you. a mess on my cock."
you can only whimper in agreement, the defiance fully fucked out of you. she pulls you through your first orgasm with no mercy, speeding up her rhythm even as you clench around the silicone, chanting her name into the mattress.
she doesn't stop, not for a second, not even when your legs start to tremble beneath you and your body starts to jerk. "fuck," you breathe, "please bils, it's too much."
"hm? thought you said you couldn't finish," she laughs.
here we go with the pettiness.
"i obviously can," you whine, moving too much for her liking.
"watch that attitude," billie warns, holding you down by your hips.
"i'm just gettin' started. you don't get to come once and call it even. we're going until the only thing you remember is what this--" she says, thrusting as far inside you as she can, "--feels like."
you can barely hold yourself up now and billie pulls out suddenly, the emptiness between your legs a mix of relief and torture. before you can protest, she's flipping you onto your back, looming over you as her hair falls around her face.
"what's wrong?" she grins, "you tired already?"
she places your legs just above her shoulders, folding you nearly in half, and the angle hits even deeper, a spot inside you that makes you arch off the bed with your eyes screwed shut.
"i--ngh--i can't," you pant, hands fisting in the sheets.
"yeah you can," she slows her pace a little, "c'mon, look at me angel. one more, okay?"
billie's fast, rough thrusts turn into much gentler grinds that push you even closer and closer. her hands come up to your face, tilting your head for a messy, breathless kiss as you moan.
you clench around her strap with a wince, the orgasm pure pleasure, and her movements slow to a stop before she pulls out. you can hear the harness fall to the ground with a soft thud and she collapses beside you, pulling your body against hers.
it's silent for a moment, but of course that never lasts long with billie.
"so...did you come?" she jokes with a grin.
"obviously not," you laugh, "i was just acting--don't wanna hurt that big ass ego y'know?" you point at her chest.
"uh huh," billie hums, not buying it for a second. her hand drifts down your side as her knee gently nudges right between your thighs.
you can't help but flinch away from her touch with a gasp and she raises her eyebrows, the fattest, shit-eating grin spreading across her face. "'obviously not,'" she mimics your voice perfectly, "you're a horrible liar, you know that?"
you bury your face in her neck with a laugh and her arms tighten around you. "truce?" she says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "or do i need to remind you again tomorrow?"
you look up at her, at the playful glint in her eyes and the genuine softness right behind it. "truce. only cause i can't feel my legs anymore and you're supposed to be working."
"good." billie smiles, "speaking of work, y'know i cancelled soundcheck for this, right? you owe me."
you run your fingers through her hair, "yeah? what do i owe you?"
"well, for starters, those reposts and likes better be gone or next time i'm not going easy on you. and second--" she pauses as you laugh out a, "two wishes? damn, that's greedy."
billie rolls her eyes, still grinning though. "second, you can cuddle me until my flight," she says, throwing her leg over yours.
and as you drift off, tangled under the sheets with her in the dark, a slow, satisfied smile spreads across your face. maybe that comment wasn't so stupid after all.
Your phone buzzes on the table, pulling you from whatever mindless scroll you were on. It's a text from Billie, that familiar name lighting up the screen. You tap it open, and there it is—a photo that hits you like a jolt.
She's lounging on her couch in what looks like her living room, pants tugged down just enough to expose the waistband of her black boxers.
The fabric strains against her obvious erection, the thick outline of her cock pushing up and spilling slightly over the elastic edge, a hint of the swollen head peeking out. Her brunette hair falls messily around her face, green eyes staring at the camera with that signature smirk.
The caption reads: Im bored. Suck me off?
Heat rushes through you instantly, your pussy clenching at the sight. Billie's always been bold, but this? It's direct, demanding, and it makes your mouth water.
You don't hesitate—your fingers fly across the keyboard: On my way. Be there in 10.
The drive to her house feels endless, your mind racing with images of that photo, your thighs pressing together as anticipation builds. When you pull up to her gated driveway, the door's already cracked open like she knew you'd come running.
You slip inside, the familiar scent of her place—faint weed and expensive candles—wrapping around you.
"Billie?" you call out softly, kicking off your shoes in the entryway.
"Living room," her voice drifts back, low and teasing.
You find her exactly as in the photo, sprawled on the oversized sectional, pants still low on her hips. She hasn't bothered to cover up; the tent in her boxers is even more pronounced now, her cock twitching visibly as she spots you.
"Fuck, you actually came," she says, her lips curling into a grin. She pats the spot next to her. "Get over here. I've been hard since I snapped that."
You drop your bag and cross the room, sinking to your knees in front of her without a word. Your hands slide up her thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. She watches you, eyes darkening with lust.
"That's it," she murmurs, her voice husky. "Pull 'em down. See what you do to me."
Your fingers hook into the waistband of her boxers and pants, tugging them down together. Her cock springs free, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It's fully hard, curving slightly upward, nestled against the soft patch of dark hair at the base. You wrap your hand around the shaft, giving it a slow stroke, and Billie groans, her head falling back against the cushions.
"Shit, yeah... just like that," she breathes. "Open up for me."
You lean in, parting your lips and taking the tip into your mouth. The salty taste of her pre-cum coats your tongue as you swirl around the head, sucking gently. Billie’s hand finds your hair, fingers threading through it—not pushing, just guiding.
"Mmm, good girl," she says, her hips shifting slightly. "Take more. I want to feel that throat."
Emboldened, you slide down further, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head. Her cock fills your mouth, stretching your lips around its girth. You work your tongue along the underside, tracing the prominent vein, while your hand pumps the base in rhythm. Billie's breaths come faster, her free hand gripping the couch.
"Fuck, your mouth is perfect," she pants. "Suck harder—yeah, like that. God, you're gonna make me cum so fast."
You hum around her length, the vibration drawing a sharp moan from her. Saliva drips down your chin as you pick up the pace, slurping noisily, determined to push her over the edge as you reach up and fondle her heavy balls. Her cock throbs against your tongue, swelling even more.
"I'm close," she warns, her voice strained. "Don't stop—swallow it all for me."
With a final, deep thrust into your mouth, Billie comes undone. Hot spurts of cum flood your mouth, thick and bitter, coating your throat as you swallow greedily. She holds your head steady, riding out the waves with low grunts, her body tensing and then relaxing.
When she's spent, you pull back slowly, licking your lips clean. Billie looks down at you, chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on her face.
"Best boredom cure ever," she says, pulling you up for a lazy kiss. "Stay a while?"
You break the kiss, your lips still tingling from the taste of her, and meet Billie's gaze with a hungry look.
Her cock, still semi-hard and slick from your mouth, rests against her thigh, twitching faintly as if already stirring back to life.
The ache between your legs has only grown, your pussy soaked and throbbing from the thrill of sucking her off.
"Let me ride you," you say, your voice low and needy, already shifting to straddle her lap.
Billie's eyes light up, that smirk widening as she leans back, spreading her legs a bit wider on the couch. "Yeah? You want this dick inside you already?"
She reaches down, giving her shaft a lazy stroke to coax it back to full hardness. It swells quickly under her touch, thickening and lengthening until it's rigid again, the head flushed and ready.
You nod, hiking up your skirt and shoving your panties aside—no time for undressing fully. Your fingers brush your slick folds, parting them as you position yourself over her.
The tip of her cock nudges your entrance, hot and insistent, and you sink down slowly, gasping at the stretch. Her girth fills you inch by inch, your walls clenching around the veined length as you take her deeper.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Billie groans, her hands gripping your hips to steady you. "Slide down all the way—let me feel that pussy grip me."
You do, bottoming out with a moan, her cock buried to the hilt inside you. The fullness makes your clit throb against her pubic bone, and you rock your hips experimentally, grinding to adjust.
Then you start moving, lifting up until just the head remains inside, then dropping back down, fucking yourself on her with deliberate thrusts.
Billie watches, transfixed, her breath coming in sharp bursts. "That's it, ride me hard. Bounce on this cock like you need it."
Her fingers dig into your ass, urging you faster, but she lets you set the pace, her hips bucking up occasionally to meet your descent.
You pick up speed, your thighs flexing as you slam down repeatedly, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Her cock drags against your inner walls with every rise and fall, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Sweat beads on your skin, your breasts bouncing under your top as you chase the building pressure.
"God, you look so fucking hot doing that," Billie pants, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple through your shirt. "Keep going—milk me with that tight pussy. I'm gonna fill you up again."
The words spur you on, your movements turning frantic. You lean forward, bracing your hands on her shoulders, and ride her harder, your clit grinding against her with each plunge.
Pleasure coils tight in your core, her cock pulsing inside you, and you clench around her deliberately, drawing a ragged curse from her lips.
"Yes—fuck, just like that," she hisses, her head tipping back. "Cum on my dick first. I want to feel you squeeze me."
It hits you suddenly, your orgasm crashing over you as you grind down one last time. Your pussy spasms around her length, waves of ecstasy rippling through you, and you cry out, nails digging into her skin. Billie thrusts up sharply, prolonging it, her own release following right after—hot jets of cum erupting deep inside you, coating your walls as she grinds against you.
You collapse against her chest, both of you breathing heavily, her cock still twitching within your pulsing heat. She wraps her arms around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Damn," she murmurs, voice rough with satisfaction. "Round two was even better."
synopsis. you and billie's relationship had naturally blossomed since the last 'incident' the two of you had. however, when you push her about wanting to be involved in her dealings, you both find ways to put each other in your places.
warnings. arguing. cursing. smut. spanking/slapping. dom and subtop bils. mirror sex. degrading. mention of safe word. hate sex. multiple orgasms. strap-on sex. mommy kink. use of y/n a few times (im SAWRY)
gabi's quick thoughts. OKAY. multiple people have been feining for part 2 of this since i wrote it (ahem...in decemeber 2024) SO HERE DAMN. (i'm kidding i loved writing this) i might make this into a mini series so stay tuned xoxo !!! enjoy ! (ps not proofread i am Tired.)
it’s been two months since your…altercation with billie.
well, at least for the first time.
you stopped paying her with money way after your third time of sneaking in and out her house in the middle of the night, so contrary to the secret dealings you did in the alleyway before you knew each other this well.
the second time was another time that you had genuinely, once again, forgot your money. billie had given you a knowing smirk, the same one that she had flashed you underneath the streetlights before she had your legs wrapped around her head.
this time had the same outcome.
she had led you inside, made her friend— which you now know that his name is brayden— roll her a joint, and had flipped on her heel and clicked the door behind her.
she insisted with a sweet voice and her soft blue eyes that you didn’t have to pay with money, and that there was always another way. she had leaned against her dresser with such smoothness that was so unlike your beady skin and anxious heart, and it didn’t ease your nerves in the slightest. she kept flickering her lighter back and forth, back and forth, and the repeating sensation was enough for you to snap.
billie, of course, was amused at how nervous you were. it wasn’t like you two hadn’t had sex before— you had, intensely at that. but you weren’t sober then and you were now and the difference was somehow more acute than you thought.
“you always this nervous,” she had asked you, her eyes more focused on the flickering of her lighter than anything, “or just when you owe me?”
your throat went dry.
“i told you i would get the money, billie—“
“i don’t run a charity, princess. there’s no exceptions for anyone, even my cute customers.”
she had gotten so close to you now that you involuntarily huffed in the smell of smoke on her hoodie that mixed with a strong vanilla perfume. her eyes darted all over you, hungry and so impatient that her hands began working alongside them, finding home on your waist, and then your ass, and in less than a minute, you were slipped underneath her sheets one again with her nude body pressed against yours.
after that second time, there wasn’t much to discuss anymore. you and billie had made it official and since you weren’t just her ‘special’ customer anymore, she obviously didn’t ever make you pay for your weed.
apparently all it took was less than sixty days to lull billie deep into whatever spell you accidentally spilled on her. sixty days of late nights, of your clothes to find themselves hanging in her closet or draped on her floor, of you showing up unannounced so many times that you had basically moved in. sixty days of her hands all over you like you were hers, but you never minded.
and everyone knew that. you weren’t necessarily sure on who ‘everyone’ consisted of, but you weren’t hellbent on knowing. billie had always told you that with her, you would never come into trouble because you were her girl. at the time, it made you question every single thing about the things your girlfriend was really involved with. did everyone she had beef with now have beef with you too? did you share the same group of friends? did she have anything that was ‘shoved under the rug’ that could now be pulled into the light?
you had a lot of questions, but you’d never dare to ask them. it’d be better to be ignorant in bliss than a girl with a head full of answers with a bullet right behind it.
in present time, you sat on billie’s bed, in her clothes with a bag of her snacks, pretending to be scrolling aimlessly on your phone. she’s perched at her desk just a few feet away, counting cash and bagging her weed. though it was obviously illegal, you loved watching her do it. there was something so irresistible about looking at her package her weed up, push her money aside, and the way she’d blow air upwards to push a strand out of her face when she was focused.
the videos on your phone fall silent as you let yourself stare. the quiet finally reaches billie and she turns in her chair to look at you with an eyebrow cocked.
“got something to say?”
you hesitate for a second. you had an idea– one you knew she’d hate the second you let the syllables fall from your lips, but it was worth a try.
“i could help you…you know.” you muster up, shifting on billie’s comforter in attempt to make yourself somewhat more comfortable with your statement. you knew it’d be a hard no, but in your mind, the logic was simple. being her girlfriend means that by association, you're on whatever she’s on. if you’re going to be dragged into it as an accomplice, might as well go all the way, right?
your words make billie pause. she’s still looking at you, but then her lips curl and it doesn’t take long for her to burst into a fit of laughter. like– genuine laughter, and it almost angers you. she’s too busy cracking herself up to realize that you’re being completely and utterly serious.
and when she finally does notice, there’s another pause.
“no.”
yeah, well, you did expect that. you thought that she’d might want to elaborate on her answer a little more, but that would mean that you were an idiot and someone cloned your girlfriend.
when it came to her ‘business,’ she never really explained much. everything was an errands or just something to be taken care of, and every bruise was a situation that was handled accordingly. you’ve learned not to ask and definitely not to tell under any circumstances, so for your sake, all of it hardly exists after it happens.
you shift positions again, blinking quietly. “baby, why won’t you let me explain–”
“you’re not getting involved in that. no.” the black-haired girl repeats, much sharper this time. and of course, she doesn’t explain her answer.
a frown finds you, and you adjust your seating again, persistent as your arms cross around your chest. “why not? i see it everyday, it’s not much different. either way i’m still here and involved.”
“that’s not the same.”
“how?”
you hear billie exhale through her nose, visibly annoyed now, as if it’s obvious as to why she’s saying no with no sort of reasoning to back it.
“because i said so.”
you scoff. like that’s a better answer. you wish you had never asked at this point, because you already knew what she would’ve said before it even became a conversation. but you were also adamant on the subject– you’re around the business all day every day. maybe not directly, but you’ve seen billie and brayden do enough of their dirty work to know that it’s one, not something to mess with, and two– something that you have to be all in for. there’s no one foot in, one foot out bullshit with drugs. either you’re dealin’ and you’re one receiving it, or you’re not.
“that’s not an answer, billie.” you finally speak up, and you know it’ll annoy her a little, but you don’t care. you needed an answer here, and one way or another, you were going to get one.
“it is when it’s with me, y/n. i have reasons, and the answer for them is no.”
you roll your eyes, though she’s already turned her back to continue what she was doing. “so what? i’m supposed to be your pretty down-ass chick while you risk your life everyday doing this bullshit? i’m your girlfriend, in case you forgot. which means they’d come for my ass anyways if you pull some fuck shit.”
there’s an interlude of quiet, of course. she always thinks before she speaks to you because if she didn’t, she’d probably crash out on you. but this pause isn’t as long as the last one, and when she slouches in her chair and continues actively counting her money, you know whatever she says will end this conversation.
“i’m not having this conversation with you. this is my shit, so stay out of it. i told you no, and that’s the end of the conversation.”
your jaw drops, mainly to avoid snapping at billie because that would only end badly for you, not for her. you had so much to say and yet nothing came out, and that was probably for the better because by the way billie turned around and walked out of her bedroom with a slammed door that followed, it was clear she wasn’t negotiating.
and she didn’t really have to. when you heard her talking to brayden in the living room and the tv blasting some show, you knew she wasn’t going to came back in for a while. you quickly slipped off of billie’s bed and made your way to her desk where her second phone laid, vulnerable and unlocked. with shaky hands, you clicked her messages app and found brayden’s.
bingo.
dealing to alyssa at one seemed easy. serving a girl was less of a threat and by the looks of the other messages you dissected, she lived in a nicer neighborhood, was 18, and played soccer. no way she’d do anything to you, she’s got too much to lose.
you pulled out your own phone and took some quick pictures before turning billie’s off, shoving yours in your pocket, immediately throwing yourself underneath your girlfriend’s sheets and letting your eyes bore into the wall.
truth be told, you were anxious. you didn’t think it would be too dangerous, but you’ve only received drugs, and the most you’ve ever dealt to someone was rolling your best friend’s joint for her in the comfort of her own home with the weed you bought her. this was a whole new playing field, and you were both nervous and a little too excited about the whole thing.
if something did go wrong, billie would kill you thirty times over and probably bring you back to life just to kill you again. but also, if something went right, or at least on schedule, she would still be pissed. either way she would be mad, which was the ointment to ease your guilty conscience. what difference did it make if she wasn’t going to be happy about it either way?
after half an hour of motionless lounging in billie’s bed, your head turns when you hear the door creek, and it’s her. her sleeves are up and you can smell pasta sauce on her jacket from where she’s standing, which makes you perk up.
“i made dinner, baby.” she gives you a weak smile, “i’m sorry about earlier, i hate being an ass but i’m serious on this shit. don’t make any stupid decisions, okay? it’s just because—“
you wait for her to finish.
“i care about you.”
you let yourself take pride in a shit-eating grin. you fully sit up, letting your back fall against the headboard.
it’s twelve-twenty one, and you feel like you’re about to shit your pants.
you’ve got everything you need, at least what you could come up with to the best of your abilities. of course, the weed. it’s in a bag rolled up in your purse underneath your wallet, resting right next to the pepper spray that was still in it’s packaging from your walmart run last night.
the lie you told billie this morning was that you were going to get your nails done around one, which was half-true. you did want to get them done, right after you sealed the deal with alyssa. you had also finessed your way into getting billie to think she canceled, which was unbelievably harder than you thought— but it was nothing like a few fake messages couldn’t handle.
you finally get up from your spot on the couch, and thank goodness the house is still. no one’s awake yet, brayden and billie are in their own rooms, and you made sure to park your car behind billie’s so you could quickly leave without her having to get up to move her own.
you took in the deepest breath you could, held it in until your chest ached, and with an exhale, your keys found themselves in your palms and you sped out of your driveway with quickness.
unfortunately, music wasn’t enough to calm you down. your purse was open and the contraband was now exposed, and you couldn’t stop staring down at it. you live in california and it’s just a little bit of weed— what could really go wrong here?
well, ‘alyssa’ could be a code name for ‘super big mafia boss’ who could take your ass out with one swipe to your face. or, you she could jack you and make you lose profit, and billie would really be pissed if you accidentally gave her shit out for free. as much as you’ve had to pay her back in some way, you know she doesn’t play about her cash.
your gpa takes you into a neighborhood that looks way too nice for your comfort. there’s literal mini-mansions on every corner that your tires turn on, and when you pull up next to alyssa’s, you’re stunned out of your mind.
it’s got to be at least three stories from what you can tell, and through the windows, it looks like their furniture cost more than any money you’ve ever made in your life.
you step out and grab your bag, slamming the door shut and flicking your wrist to look at the time. it’s 12:59, and when you look up again, she’s standing right in front of you.
she looks harmless.
she kind of looks like she doesn’t have any business doing business like this. kind of like you.
“billie sent you?” are the first words out of her mouth.
you look away. you look back at her, and her face is contorted in a way that tells you she’s just waiting to get her shit and go back inside.
understood.
“yeah.” you reply, and she immediately eases up.
“okay, cool,” she gives you a smile, “i was like…i don’t recognize the car. thought you were a murderer or something.”
you force out a small laugh. half of you wants to back out, but you’ve got something to prove now— that you can do this. you’re already here and it would be much more embarrassing for you to turn around and act like you weren’t pretending to be a drug dealer.
your hands feel shaky as you reach into your bag, pulling out what you grabbed out of billie’s stash earlier. you try to copy her— the way she moves, the way she doesn’t second guess, her quickness and ease when she’s doing her deals.
but you’re not billie.
your fingers fumble slightly, and of course, the girl notices.
“you good?” she asks, tilting her head.
“yeah, i’m fine, i’m just…cold.”
right. you’re cold on a april afternoon in california, because that makes total sense.
alyssa knows that it doesn’t, and she cocks a brow at you but doesn’t utter a word. you move with a newfound quickness, and shoo the brunette back into her house so that you can turn around and get in the car before you throw up in her freshly-cut bushes.
you drive off and let siri guide you to the nail shop. you almost made the rash decision to cancel, but coming home way too quick with nail beds that still looked like war zones would throw you off of your lie. so, you let your thoughts roam in hopes that the guilty feelings will subside by the time you walk in the salon.
you’re pulling into the parking lot when a weird smile crawls onto your lips. you think you did good. it was quick and easy, money for product, one and done. something to rub in billie’s face— that you really could do something she said you couldn’t.
“that…wasn’t even that bad.” you whisper only to yourself, feeling almost proud that you did that.
however, that feeling only lasts for less than a couple hours.
you’re on the way home when an unknown number texts you.
xxx-xxx-xxxx
u with billie?
your heart literally drops to your ass. suddenly the speed limit is no longer a suggestion, but an overestimation. you’re going ten under just to respond, and you erase and retype at least five messages before finally sending one, playing dumb.
no…why…?
xxx-xxx-xxxx
it’s brayden btw
alyssa texted her
now you really have to play dumb. and the easiest way to do that is pretend you didn’t see the message. and that works for maybe five minutes, when you’re just making the turn into billie’s neighborhood— another one pops up on your screen.
the girl u sold to is alyssa btw
well, fuck.
you don’t even have time to get out of the car when you pull into the driveway. billie’s already walking to your driver’s side, and you feel yourself shrivel up. there was literally nothing you could do about this except hope that she wasn’t going to literally break your window in out of anger.
through your tinted lenses, all you hear is your girlfriend demanding you get out of the car and ‘bring your ass inside’, which, obviously wasn’t with the loving connotation that she missed you.
you don’t remember getting out of the car, what billie said to you on the way in, or how you made it to her living room where brayden was pretending to act like neither of you two were there. you blink, and billie’s standing in front of you, still as a bag of rocks, and that scared you.
her tone is flat and simple. “what did you do?”
“nothing…?” lie. a bad one at that.
“wrong answer.”
you swallow thickly, trying to come up with literally anything to rebuttal with. you’re in deep shit and you know that, but as much as you wished in your head that you could pretend this never happened, it did. and after billie told you no? yeah, you were gonna pay for that.
“it was just one—“
“you went behind my back.”
you try and steady yourself. “okay, yes…but it wasn’t some big thing! it was one deal—“
“right. one i didn’t send you on. i didn’t even tell you about that shit, so how did you find out?”
you weren’t prepared for her to ask that. you couldn’t lie now, after betraying her once, you’d probably get a beating and a breakup at the same time.
“your phone…?”
billie’s jaw immediately tightens and if you weren’t in your right mind, you’d think she’d swing on you right now. her fists ball and then quickly release, and she breathes in heavily before looking you dead in the eyes, “go to my room.”
you go dead in the eyes. there’s no time to think or talk or do anything except put one foot in front of the other until you’re back in the same situation you were sixty days ago, standing with your back against the wall and a heart that’s refusing to regulate itself. billie slams the door with a force that you’ve never seen her have, and you’re already fumbling trying to come up with something to say.
she cuts off your thoughts like she could hear them. “you went through my fucking phone?”
“is that rhetorical? because i feel like i already told you that.”
you close your eyes as soon as the words fall from your lips. with the amount of shit that’s coming from your mouth, your ass might as well talk for you.
billie’s on you like white on rice, her body pressed right against yours and you’re so close that your noses almost touch. her hands find themselves on your arms and they’re not tight at all, but you can feel them.
“i love you. i really do, but you’re pissing me the fuck off. just answer the question, y/n, and stop being difficult. did you go through my phone?”
your hands come up to push the black-haired girl off of you, not hard, but just enough to show her that you’re not messing with her. you’re clearly irritated now— after being around the entire ordeal this entire time, she just wants you to act like you’re her little trophy that just sits next to her while she risks her life? yeah, fuck that.
“the hell is your problem?” you immediately snap back, and billie just stares at you, almost confused. this entire time, you’ve kept your innermost feelings to yourself. about billie doubting you, not trusting you— you never expressed that to her. but now? you couldn’t contain it any longer.
“hold on… what’s my problem?” she repeats slowly, “you went through my phone, first of all—“
“i don’t care.” you immediately cut her off.
it’s silent.
“you don’t get to decide everything for me,” you say, your voice sharper now. “i’m not your fucking trophy wife that you get to show everyone and then go get yourself in trouble doing whatever the hell this is.i’m not an idiot and i’m not a child, so stop treating me like one.”
billie exhales through her nose, clearly already annoyed but trying to find her composure.
“you think this is me treating you like a kid?” she snaps back, almost half a second after you, stepping closer. “you went behind my back after i told you no. that’s not being grown, that’s being reckless as—”
“oh my god, there it is again,” you roll your eyes and laugh bitterly, but there’s no humor to shadow it. “you don’t trust me. just say it! just fucking say you don’t trust me instead of acting like i’m the problem every time i open my mouth.”
“i do trust you, babe.” she fires back immediately.
“no you don’t,” you say, voice cracking now but you don’t stop. you’re going off, pointing your finger and waving your hands around, tears welling in the underskirts of your eyes, but you don’t care. “because if you did, you wouldn’t control every single thing i try to do. you don’t want a girlfriend, billie— you want someone who just sits there and listens to whatever the fuck you say and roll with it.”
there’s silence for a split second before billie immediately claps back. “hold on…you really think this is about you being some kind of equal partner in my shit?”
you bat your eyes at her, “what the fuck are you even talking about?”
“i thought you had to be joking,” billie dryly laughs, “you actually wanted to like…do this? you did one deal and now you think you’re the shit.”
something in your chest literally twists.
“don’t talk to me like that.” you warn, but she’s already started.
“wanna know what alyssa texted me?” billie continues, almost shrugging, “she told me you were shaking trying to do the deal. it’s just fucking weed, y/n— and if you can’t do that with some harmless teenage girl, what on God’s green earth makes you think you can handle—“
you interrupt her. “you really think i’m that useless?”
“i think you’re delusional.”
yeah, you had enough. your anger has come in waves, but right now you’re so mad that you don’t have time to think. in one swift motion, your hand comes up fast and you slap her.
the sound cracks through the room.
everything goes dead silent. billie immediately looks down, her fingers framing her face from the impact.
the silence in the room was so heavy it felt physical, like it had snuck it’s way through your ears and into your chest, which was beating so hard you felt like it could’ve jumped out of your body. your palm was stinging and what got you was the fact that you couldn't see her face. her black hair shielded her expression and she wasn’t moving, hell– you didn’t even know if she was breathing.
“i–” you start, yet nothing but a screech comes out. you don’t even know what you were going to say, but whatever you thought you could come up with– it wouldn’t have been good enough. yes, billie pissed you off, and in your eyes, your emotions were valid. however, what wasn’t valid was you slapping your girlfriend in the face.
after what felt like hours, you watched billie look up at you, her thumb still brushing the spot where you hit her. you expect her to be crying, for her face to be red-hot with anger, but instead, she’s…smiling?
the grin on her face is so surreal that you nearly want to pull your phone out and take a picture, just to make sure you’re not tripping. you hit your own girlfriend and she’s happy about it?
billie’s pupils are huge and dark, enamored with something that you can’t put your finger on. her eyes study you for a second, and then she’s all over you again, though it’s different from the last time. you aren’t arguing, you aren’t fighting, and her movements are way more deliberate and in control.
her hand comes up to grip your jaw– not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough to where you know better than to try and move.
“you’ve got a lot to say today,” she murmurs, eyes flickering all over your face as you just watch her, not even attempting to interrupt her. “all that attitude, all that fucking mouth on you…where did all that come from, hm?”
“you were being mean, billie.” you murmur slowly, so contrast from your actions literally minutes ago. billie’s lips twitch slightly.
“yeah?” she asks you, leaning into you, “and you thought hitting me was gonna fix that?”
there’s not enough time to answer. her fingers hook underneath the hem of your shirt, and in one swift motion, it’s off of your body and collapses onto the floor like a piece of trash. you feel her lips find your neck, and with every rough, sloppy kiss, a mark is left behind. your back arches off of the wall and a quiet moan passes through your lips as billie aggressively kisses down your body.
“you get on my nerves so fucking bad.” she breathes, though her lips don’t stop. she’s at your stomach now, her teeth grazing the skin teasingly when she reaches your jeans.
billie’s on her knees, her chin tucked between your legs when she looks up at you from the floor, and you feel like you could faint right then and there. you breath hitches when she unbuckles your belt, pulling it through the loops and discarding it to the ground, and your pants follow in the same fashion.
“get on the bed. face down. put your hands behind your back.”
it’s not a suggestion or a question, but a command that isn’t to be strayed from. you obey as soon as she stands up, walking quickly over to her bed and letting yourself fall into the covers.
the shift in billie’s energy was tectonic. you watched her from a few feet away as she walked over, and you could tell in her face that you were in for a rude awakening.
ever since you forgot your money for your deals the last time, your sex with billie was sweet. she never rushed you, never pushed you, and always did what you wanted. she was so unlike her regular self, lacking that stoic and firm energy that she always carried wherever she went. but now, it seemed like all of that had faded.
billie was angry. at you, at the situation, hell– any other pent up anger she had was going to find it’s way to present itself onto whatever she was going to inflict on you. and although it made you slightly nervous, the slickness that was growing in between your legs was undeniable. you had never seen her so aggressive with you in this way.
“sit up.” she calls from just a few feet away, and you do almost instantly. you feel shy, the comforter hiding your nearly exposed body when billie finally walks over to you, clearly pissed. her jaw is tense and her eyes are fiery when her eyes meet yours. she climbs onto the bed quickly and pulls you up by your wrists, flipping your body to where your face falls into one of her pillows.
“you don’t fucking listen, that’s your issue.” billie seethes, and you feel her fingers dip into the waistband of your panties. she doesn’t ask, she just hooked her thumbs into the lace and pushed them down, the fabric circling around your ankles. and you don’t protest.
“i’m tired of hearing your smart mouth. of hearing you whine and complain about everything– so maybe this'll knock some sense into you.”
it’s so still in the room that you can hear the air propel backwards when billie draws her hand back. you audibly whine before it even comes in contact with your skin, your body literally shaking with nervousness.
slap!
the first strike of her palm across your ass was a white-hot flash that made your eyes fall spotty. you winced, your back arching as another whimper, louder this time, sounded from your throat. you want to speak but you know that it’ll do little to nothing to get you out of this situation, so you close your eyes as you feel billie’s hand rub your lower back and the curvature of your backside, and the soothing touch was almost mocking.
slap! slap! slap!
she didn’t stop. the spanking was rhythmic, and horrendously precise. your skin was burning with such a searing heat that made you feel like you were on fire. you were wailing into the pillow now, tears starting to fill your eyes as your voice morphed into high-pitched, pathetic whines as your ‘lesson’ stretched on.
“i’m sorry billie,” you finally cough out, “i-i am…m’so sorry…”
that doesn’t get you where you think it will. in fact, something in billie snaps. she’s tired of it. tired of hearing your excuses and whines, acting like you’re apologetic when in reality, you weren’t. you were just annoyed at the fact that after everything that just happened, you’re back underneath her, just like you were from the start.
billie finally flips you to where you’re underneath her, and her fingers fasten against your jaw again– except she’s firmer now, her grip tight. “you’re sorry, princess? oh, i bet you are—“ billie laughs to herself, her grip still firm on your jaw. “bet you’re gonna tell me again and again how you fucked up, how you’re never gonna do it again, blah blah blah. well can i tell you something? i honestly don’t wanna hear that shit.”
she reaches for the nightstand next to you, and you heard the sound of her unzipping her jeans, the rustling of fabrics, and the tightening of the harness. you’re too scared to even look at her, so you turn around and face the mirror that stands in front of her bed, your head pushed into the mattress as you wait for her.
you felt billie’s hands settle on your waist, and within seconds, you feel the first thrust, a slow, agonizing stretch as she began to fully fill you up. your pussy was warm and inviting, your arousal coating the thick strap fully as billie slowed fucked into you, your back immediately arching and your eyes fluttering closed.
she doesn’t give you any more time than that to adjust. you feel her hand snake around your back and onto your throat as she fucks into you with an angry speed, and your body immediately goes limp. the air you attempt to breathe catches itself in your throat when you feel billie’s grip tighten, her nails digging into the flesh of your thighs, and she has absolutely no regard for the pain she’s causing you.
“look at yourself.” she orders, her fingers detaching from your neck to push your head up, and your eyes focus on your trembling body through the mirror in front of you. you look worn, and it’s pathetic, really– skin hot and furious, tear marks still visible on your cheeks, your hair a complete mess. your fractured visage makes billie smile.
“you wanna be a big girl so fuckin’ bad, hm? you wanna go out and be all sneaky behind my back, and can’t even keep that same energy in front of my face. funny how that works, huh, princess?”
the way she’s fucking you is mean now. it’s sloppy but strong, one of her legs hiked up to hit your cervix at such an angle that makes your eyes well up again. you feel weak, your head dropping as little hiccups and whimpers fall from your swollen lips.
“m’sorry, mommy, i-i’m so sorry!” you cry out, though you instantly regret it. you watch billie’s hand come up through the mirror, connecting with your ass once again, and it brings all the pain from earlier to the surface. you frown and pull your head down, “billie…s-stop, you’re being mean!”
“you want me to stop?” she asks you mockingly, her thrusts consistent and still equally as immobilizing. “say the word then, princess.”
you don’t speak.
billie smacks her lips.
“mhm,” she drags, “that’s what i fuckin’ thought.”
you let out a dragged moan, billie’s fingers reaching around to toy at your clit, and that’s when you break. your legs shake as you feel yourself start to unravel. the friction of the silicone against your g-spot paired with the rhythmic snapping of billie’s fingers on your clit— it’s all too much. your vision blurs, your reflection in the mirror now just a blob through tears and your flushed sight.
“i’m— fuck, i’m close, bils!” you cry out, and billie grabs your chin to make your vision focus.
she knows exactly where you are. she slows down just enough to make you whine, a high-pitched and needy sound that makes her laugh in amusement.
"beg for it," she whispers, leaning down so her lips are right against your ear, her teeth grazing the lobe. "tell me you’re my girl and you’re never gonna pull that shit again."
"i’m yours," you sob, the confession ripped from your throat as your walls start to pulse around the strap, "i’m yours, billie. i won't— i promise, i won't ever—"
"good girl. look at me while you do it, baby. look at who you belong to while you fall apart.”
your eyelashes beat against your cheeks as your pussy clenches around billie’s strap, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. you collapse into the sheets, your skin tingling and your body shaking as your chest heaves.
after a few more torturingly slow thrusts, billie pulls out of you gently, resting on her back while you stiffenly catch your breath. you’re tired, but not too tired to realize something.
she won this round, but the sting on your skin is doing something different to your head. you’re fueled, and not by the fact you just got put in your place, but by the fact that you still have a sliver of the same way you felt before. you’re still high on the rush from the slap earlier, the way billie’s eyes blew out when she realized what you had done, and the way you made her feel when she noticed that you weren’t as submissive as she thought.
“billie?” you whisper, a newfound strength pulling you to sit up and slither next to her legs.
“mhm?” she hums, hardly even opening her eyes. she reaches out, her hand finding your waist to pull you closer, “go to sleep, m’tired.”
you don’t go to sleep. instead, you straddle her, your fingers coming up to cradle that reddened spot on her cheek that’s still agitated from where you struck her.
all of a sudden she isn’t tired.
billie’s eyes flutter open, “what are you doing?”
“you said i couldn’t handle you.” you state, and you don’t give her a chance to respond. your head dips and your lips graze hers, and when she leans in to kiss you, you pull away.
you hear a quiet whine. it’s so soft that it almost doesn’t register, but when you hear it, you’re elated. billie looks up from underneath you with soft, wide blue eyes, and her newfound submission makes you grow wet.
“here’s what’s gonna happen,” you start, "since you think i’m such a 'princess' that needs to be put in her place, you’re going to do exactly what i say. don’t talk back.”
billie’s jaw drops ever so slightly, almost like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out. she looks up at you and the predatory glint in her eyes from just a couple minutes ago has completely vanished, replaced by such a newfound vulnerability that makes your skin hot. she’s still wearing the harness, the weight of her strap resting between her thighs.
“sit up.” you command and she obeys, her back pressed against the headboard as you grab her shoulders and sink onto the strap. the familiar fullness makes you gasp as you rest fully on the length, and billie doesn’t know what to do with herself.
“now, fuck me. do it slow. and if i feel you speed up, we’re done. you hear me?”
“yes ma’am.” billie rasps, her jaw tight as she fights the instinct to hammer into you. she pulls her hips back and thrusts once upwards, slow, and her eyes dart to yours for approval. when a moan passes through your lips, she continues, her hands finding your ass to rest her hand on.
with the way your skin collides with billie’s, the friction bumps against her clit just enough to make her head hazy. you hear little whimpers fill the air as you ride her, slowly, so slow that it’s almost killing her.
you lean down to find that sensitive spot on her neck, suckling at the skin so hard that you know it’ll bruise, but that was your motive. you wanted everyone to see it— to see that the nonconfrontational girl she claimed you to be could call the shots too.
you’re mean with it. teeth digging into her flesh, right over all her pulse points that you have memorized like the back of your hand. when you feel billie’s rhythm begin to falter, you immediately stop, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at you.
“is there a problem?” you ask her, and she shakes her head no fervently. she looks absolutely wrecked, tortured by greed and unsatisfied with the limited ways she’s allowed to touch you.
you don't say another word. instead, you reach back and grab the base of the strap, guiding yourself as you slowly, agonizingly sink back down onto the silicone. billie lets out a long, broken moan when you slightly speed up, her hips naturally following your lead.
“just like this.” you order her and she wastes no time adhering to your request.
"god, baby," billie hitches, her hands twitching on the mattress, desperate to please you but paralyzed by your earlier order. "you're so tight... fuck."
billie lets out a sob-like sound, her pride completely disintegrated. she leans up, her teeth grazing your collarbone, her movements clumsy and desperate as she tries to follow your every command while her own body betrays her. as much as she wants to flip you over and have her way with you, she’s entranced— completely under your control.
"you’re such a good girl when you actually listen." you whisper in her ear with a chuckle, and you feel the way she unravels beneath you.
"i’ll do anything!" she chokes out, her voice a mere whisper, her face blooming with the heat. "anything you want, please, just don't stop. i need you."
billie looks down at you and lets out a low, guttural moan. the way your pussy swallows the silicone, your slick coating the dildo— her head goes fuzzy, her head falling onto the headboard as she tries to focus on her pacing, but it’s too much. she’s close and you can tell, the pressure from your body creating just enough friction that could tip her over the edge.
but she needs more.
it’s subtle, but you still notice. her speed changes and her rhythm alters, her hands roaming all over you in hopes that you’re too caught up in the moment to say anything.
“what did i say?” you call out firmly and billie whimpers, her head rolling to look at you. “did i say you could speed up?”
“m’sorry mommy.” billie stammers from underneath you, her eyes frantic and wide. the frustration is written all over her— eyebrows furrowed, her lips parted and swollen. she’s shaking with an effort to stay still, her clit pulsing against the harness in desperation. “i just—“
“you’re not listening.” your voice drops into a disappointed simmer, and you watch as billie’s lashes grow wet. you sit up straighter, the strap pulled against your cervix, and your girlfriend lets out a slow moan at your movements. you’re opening your mouth to say something when billie whispers out,
“hit me.”
you pause, but she says it again, louder this time. for you to hit her, to put her in her place, to be just as assertive as you were hours ago. her eyes are swimming with vulnerability and such need that it’s impossible for you to say no.
you don’t make her ask twice. you pull your hand back and watch as it collides with her cheek, and the whimper that billie lets out makes your cunt flutter against her strap.
“again, mommy.” she breathes, and you oblige. you strike her again, this time on the other side, and then one more for good measure. you watch the way the red marks blossom on billie’s skin, her hips twitching uncontrollably as she tries to keep the slow, agonizing pace you set.
"what happened to the big and bad billie i thought you were, sweetheart? hm?” you hum, and you can tell that this pacing is absolutely torture to billie. her hips are steady and slow, just like you had asked, and while the feeling is pleasurable for both of you, it’s not enough.
“i need you,” billie breathes out, hands stuck firmly on your waist, “please, m’sorry…for being so mean, for not trusting you— just, baby— i-i’m so close…”
by the way her lips are parted and swollen and how her thrusts into you become more rigid, you know how bad she needs this. you grab billie’s shoulders and fuck yourself further onto her strap, that familiar coil twisting in your stomach as you moan, your head dropping into the crook of billie’s neck.
“i’m cumming baby—! fuck, don’t stop, just like that.” you drag on. within a few steady thrusts, you cum all over billie’s strap, hard, your walls hugging the silicone material as you slowly ride out your high.
billie expects you to curl up underneath the covers and fall asleep next to her, but that isn’t the case. you slowly inch off of the length of the faux cock and unbuckle the harness, sliding it down billie’s thighs until it’s nothing but irrelevant.
you straddle her again, popping two fingers in your mouth and looking dead into her eyes as you do so. you line the tips of your digits up with her sopping cunt before pushing them in slowly, her slick walls warm and inviting as you curl your fingers upwards, moving them in and out at a medium pace, and billie’s eyes immediately roll back.
the sounds that leave her throat aren’t human. they’re wrecked, high pitched whimpers that rip through her entire chest as you hook your fingers deep inside her, your movements never faltering.
“look at me, baby,” you order her and she does, her black hair fanned out across the pillow, her face all red from being victim to your authority. she’s shaking as you intensify your pacing, your thumb finding her clit and rubbing sloppy, tight circles on it.
“you’re gonna listen to me next time, isn’t that right? because i think we both know the truth, B. you like this, don't you?" you whisper, leaning down until your nose brushes hers. "you like that i’m the one making you feel like this after you tried to break me earlier. you like being handled."
all billie can do is nod, her mouth too busy moaning out curses and strings of your name. her back arches so far off of the bed you’re convinced she’ll snap, her fingers digging into the sheets as her legs shake and twitch underneath your touch.
“fuck, i-i’m close, mommy— can i cum? please? i’ve been so good, please let me.”
you learn forward to kiss her crimson, bruised cheeks, her mouth falling near her ear with a whisper, “let go for me baby, i’m right here.”
that’s all the permission she needs. billie’s entire body goes rigid, her pussy spasming around your fingers so hard that it nearly hurts. she lets out a long, shattered scream as her orgasm hits her, her head falling and her breathing completely derailed from the intensity of it.
you help her ride out her high, your movements slowed and steady until it becomes too much for her. in multiple eased movements, you pull your dingers out of billie’s pussy, a whine escaping her lips from the loss.
“open.” you order her as she obeys, her jaw falling slack as you place your two digits on her tongue. her mouth closes as she licks your fingers clean and hums, her eyes never leaving yours as she tastes herself on your skin.
"was I clear?" you whisper, your voice smooth and completely rid of the shakiness from earlier. "about the business? about the us?”
you scan billie’s face, and there isn’t a single remnant of anything like before. her face is gentle and easy, a stupid, uneraseable grin on her face as she nods slowly,
