𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜
sub!billie, dom!reader , g!p reader , billie being a brat and car sex if i forgot anything let me know !
AUTHOR NOTE: Sub billie who cheered anyways moving on
Tags : @bilsbabyma @bitchesbrokenpromises @emiliesblohsh @bilsvndaes @st0nerlesb0 @kittluzbills @marieilish1823
The music was deafening, bass rattling through the walls, neon lights cutting across the crowded living room in sharp waves of pink and blue. Billie leaned lazily against the kitchen counter with a drink in her hand, her green eyes shining from the alcohol she’d been sipping all night. She looked stunning—tight black mini skirt, oversized shirt that still showed off her curves, her hair tumbling down in waves that framed her mischievous face.
Y/N wasn’t drinking. She never really did when Billie was around, not when she already had to keep an eye on her girlfriend’s wild streak. Billie loved attention, loved the crowd, and she loved pushing buttons—especially Y/N’s.
It started small. A snarky remark when Y/N told her she’d had enough to drink.
“Relax, mommy, I can handle my shit.” Billie had smirked, sipping again.
Y/N’s jaw had tightened, but she’d let it slide.
Then it escalated. Billie laughed a little too loudly when some guy tried flirting with her, throwing a glance over her shoulder at Y/N as if daring her to step in. Y/N’s hand had clenched into a fist at her side, but again, she let it go.
But Billie didn’t stop.
Every time Y/N spoke to her, she snapped back.
“God, you’re such a buzzkill.”
“You gonna babysit me all night?”
“You’re not my mom.”
The last one had hit hard, her tone dripping with sarcasm, her pretty mouth twisted into something bratty and sharp. And that was the one that finally made Y/N snap.
Y/N didn’t say a word. She just grabbed Billie’s wrist—hard enough to make her gasp—and tugged her through the crowd. Billie stumbled after her, still smirking like she thought this was some kind of game, until she saw the look on Y/N’s face.
That look wasn’t playful. It was dangerous.
They didn’t stop until they were outside, the night air cooler against their flushed skin, the bass of the party muffled now behind the walls. Y/N unlocked the car with a sharp click, shoving Billie inside the back seat before sliding in after her.
Billie blinked, biting her lip, finally realizing what kind of trouble she was in.
“Y/N…” her voice came softer now, still tinged with that bratty edge but with a flicker of nervous excitement underneath.
Y/N leaned in, her voice low, rough, full of authority.
“You’ve had a mouth on you all night, Billie. You think I’m just gonna let that shit slide?”
Billie’s thighs pressed together instinctively, heat already building even though she tried to hold her stare steady.
“I was just—”
“Don’t.” Y/N cut her off sharply, fingers gripping her jaw, tilting her head back against the seat. “You’ve been begging for this. All. Night.”
Billie whimpered, a sound that made Y/N’s cock twitch in her pants.
“Since you want to act like a fucking brat in front of everyone,” Y/N growled, unbuckling her belt slowly, deliberately, “you’re gonna take your punishment right here. And you’re gonna take it how I want.”
Billie’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushed, her thighs shifting restlessly as she licked her lips.
“Unprotected?” she whispered, almost taunting, almost begging.
Y/N’s eyes narrowed.
“Exactly like that.”
Y/N shoved Billie back against the leather seat, climbing over her as the cramped space forced their bodies close. Billie’s breath came fast, eyes wide but defiant, that same bratty glint lingering even as her chest rose and fell rapidly.
“You wanna run your mouth?” Y/N snarled, tugging Billie’s skirt up rough, bunching it around her waist. “You wanna embarrass me in front of everyone?”
Billie opened her mouth to sass back, but Y/N’s hand shot between her thighs and pressed firmly against her pussy through the thin lace of her panties. The gasp that broke from Billie’s lips betrayed her—her panties were already soaked.
“Look at you,” Y/N muttered darkly, fingers rubbing her clit through the fabric, relentless. “You talk all that shit, but your cunt’s dripping just waiting for me to put you in your place.”
“F-fuck you,” Billie managed, biting her lip hard, though her hips bucked into Y/N’s hand.
“No, baby,” Y/N hissed against her ear, yanking her panties to the side and lining up her cock, thick and hard. “Fuck you.”
With one rough thrust, Y/N buried herself inside Billie’s tight, wet heat—raw, no protection, just skin on skin. Billie cried out, her head slamming back against the seat, nails clawing at Y/N’s shoulders as she was filled completely.
“Y/N—fuck—”
“That’s it,” Y/N growled, pulling back only to slam into her again, the car rocking with each thrust. “Take it. You wanted this, you fucking brat.”
Billie whimpered, her legs trembling as Y/N spread them wider, pounding into her harder, deeper, unrelenting. Every thrust had her moaning louder, the sound muffled only when Y/N’s hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes roll back.
“Open your mouth,” Y/N ordered. Billie obeyed instantly, her lips parting, her tongue slipping out. Y/N spat into her mouth, watching with dark satisfaction as Billie swallowed without hesitation, her eyes glassy with lust.
“Good fucking girl,” Y/N praised, then immediately punished with another brutal thrust, making Billie scream. “See how easy it is when you listen?”
Her pussy clenched desperately around Y/N’s cock, pulling her deeper, milking every thrust. Y/N’s free hand slid down, fingers circling her clit mercilessly, giving her no room to breathe, no room to think—only to take.
Billie shook her head, overwhelmed, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she gasped, “It’s too much—too fucking much—”
Y/N smirked, fucking her harder, rougher, their skin slapping together in the tight space of the car.
“Too much? You weren’t saying that when you were mouthing off inside. You wanted punishment, baby—now you’ve got it.”
Billie’s whole body tensed, back arching, a choked cry ripping from her throat as she came hard around Y/N’s cock, pussy spasming, soaking them both.
But Y/N didn’t stop.
Her thrusts only grew rougher, punishing, forcing Billie to ride out her orgasm until she was sobbing from overstimulation, clawing at Y/N’s arms, begging without words for mercy.
“You’re not done,” Y/N snapped, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. “You’ll cum again. You’ll cum until you learn to keep that pretty mouth shut unless it’s moaning my name.”
Billie’s lips trembled, but she nodded weakly, already falling apart as Y/N drove into her mercilessly, fucking her raw until every nerve in her body was on fire.
Y/N pulled out of Billie suddenly, cock glistening, slick with her cum. Billie whined at the emptiness, her walls still fluttering, her body trembling from being fucked so raw.
“N-no—” she gasped, her hips lifting like she was begging to be filled again.
Y/N grabbed her thighs, forcing them apart, making Billie spread wide on the car seat. “You think you get to tell me when I stop?”
Billie’s breath hitched, her eyes wide, lips swollen from biting them.
“Here’s your reality check,” Y/N muttered, lowering her head.
Before Billie could reply, Y/N’s mouth was on her pussy—tongue flat and greedy, lapping up her own cum from between Billie’s folds. Billie’s scream echoed through the car, her hands flying down to grip Y/N’s hair, tugging desperately.
“F-fuck—oh my god—”
Y/N growled against her, sucking her clit hard, tongue fucking her entrance, tasting the mix of them both. The sounds were filthy—slick, wet, obscene in the small, enclosed space. Every flick of Y/N’s tongue sent Billie spiraling higher, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.
“You taste like a slut,” Y/N rasped between licks, spit and slick dripping down her chin. “My slut. All mine.”
Billie cried out, hips jerking, but Y/N pinned her down with her arms, keeping her trapped against the seat. She sucked her clit mercilessly, alternating with deep thrusts of her tongue, not letting Billie catch a single breath.
Billie’s whole body arched, her voice breaking, “Y/N—fuck, I’m—oh my god—I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” Y/N growled, pulling back only to slap her pussy once, hard, before diving back in. “Cum in my mouth. Right fucking now.”
Billie shattered, screaming as her orgasm ripped through her, juices flooding Y/N’s tongue. Y/N devoured every drop, groaning at the taste, not stopping even as Billie sobbed from overstimulation.
When Y/N finally pulled back, her chin glistened, her lips shiny with Billie’s cum. She dragged her tongue across them slowly, deliberately, staring up at Billie with a smirk.
“Backtalk me again,” Y/N taunted darkly, “and I’ll keep you here all night until you can’t walk.”
Billie’s chest heaved, tears streaking her face, but her lips curved into the faintest, shaky smile. “Y-you’d love that.”
Y/N chuckled, wicked. “Damn right I would.”