ㅤㅤㅤ゛ Letterman ⸝⸝ .ᐟ 𑣲 [Pt. 2] | ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@seaupee
ᯓ ⊘ : g!pBillie , bratty!reader , Enemies with Benefits , smut , aggressive/rough sex, degradation , praise , unprotected sex, biting , swearing, size difference, overstimulation??
“That’s not fucking fair, you started riling me up and that damned security guard came meddling before I could do anything,” Billie whines as you dash up the staircase. “Fucking asshole.”
Billie isn’t one to enjoy being left in the dust, and so she charges up the stairs, managing to catch you when you were one foot into your bedroom, grabbing your waist and pulling you back.
“You—Billie!” You want to curse at her, but you involuntarily giggle when Billie’s fingers tickle your sides. “Stop! You’re tickling me!”
“That’ll teach you,” Billie grins as she now had you fully vulnerable. “You give me blue balls again and your sides aren’t gonna be the only thing being tickled.”
“What the fuck does that even—mean!” You squeal the last word as Billie throws you over her shoulder, carrying you into the bedroom and throwing you onto the bed, locking the door behind her.
You could feel yourself gushing when Billie turns to face you, slowly making her way to her with a borderline maniacal smile on her lips, her long fingers slowly unzipping her jeans.
“You’re not going anywhere but to poundtown, baby,” Billie husks, hovering over you, sending shivers all over your body. “Seems like you’re basically a permanent resident there, too.”
You groan at the terrible joke, feeling yourself being even more turned off yet somehow even more turned on at Billie’s horrible taste in humour and what she could only think to be her version of dirty talk.
But that somehow has her even more addicted.
“Take your pants off, princess,” Billie grins, and you nearly moan at the nickname—the one that she usually used teasingly had a whole different effect on you under these circumstances. “I wanna see you.”
You comply uncharacteristically obediently, a huge contrast from your not sex activities. You shimmy your way out of your rather tight shorts with help from Billie, who chucks it across your room.
Billie’s smirk grows wider when she sees your cute pink panties, so soaked with your arousal that it was nearly see-through. She caresses it with her fingers, making sure she was grazing over your clit, leaving you mewling.
Billie slips off your panties rather easily, licking her lips as if she hasn’t eaten in days at the sight of your bare pussy, glistening with your slick and looking oh-so-welcoming.
“Someone’s been missing me,” Billie chuckles as she whips her cock out from inside her briefs, stroking it languidly and spreading her precum all over her length as her other hand inserts a finger into you, who claws at the sheets, already feeling overwhelmed. “You’re a waterpark, and I’m an excited kid on holiday.”
Maybe Billie being normal and talking dirty normally is too much to ask.
“God, fucking—Billie, please just fuck me already,” you groan in exasperation as your hole clenches desperately around her finger, which was far from the usual girth that you’d grown accustomed to. “You’re so annoying.”
“Geez, okay, I was just trying to prep you,” Billie frowns as she pulls her finger out of your hole, drenched in fluid, putting it into her mouth and sucking. “You taste decent.”
You roll your eyes, but you find your eyes rolling far back than you’d intended when Billie’s length rammed into you at full strength, hitting the deepest part within you that none of your toys had managed to reach.
“So tight,” Billie growls, grabbing your waist and readjusting herself before moving her hips, and you whine when Billie’s length plunges in and out of you, grazing against your walls, white hot pleasure flowing through your veins.
“Fuck—Billie—ah!” You whine when Billie tugs at your ankles, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed and throwing your legs over her shoulders. “Oh my god—”
You’ve done this enough times for Billie to know you enjoyed taking it rough—you loved to have the living daylights fucked out of you, to be manhandled and dominated like the slut you were, to be marked everywhere with dark hickeys as a fond reminder of the person who has you begging and screaming every night—but Billie couldn’t know that.
Of course, Billie had her secrets too—she couldn’t deny that the only person who came to mind whenever she needed to blow off steam was you, the girl whom she resented with her whole being, her biggest weakness. Soft grunts leaving her lips as she tugged herself to the thought of that bobbed hair, those soft lips, the bratty attitude, the infuriatingly pretty face with brown doe eyes to match, the small hands that clawed at her back or grabbed desperately at her arms every time—
She’d get hard just at the memory of you under her, whimpering, writhing, begging, sobbing as you gave in and left your pride at the door, leaving the most vulnerable part of you out for Billie to bathe in—the one that screamed her name for everyone to hear; the one that grabbed tightly onto Billie, pulling her close, as if you’d die if your skin didn’t touch; the one that allowed Billie to do whatever she wanted with you.
Billie—please, I need you—
Fuck me harder, I’m yours…
“How long have you waited for this?” Billie asks, her voice huskier than usual, making you gush just a little more. “I know you must’ve been humping everything you could see while waiting for me to come back… horny little whore.”
You were shameless, anyone who knew you knew this, but Billie was privileged—or not—enough to see the most shameless side of you, the side that casually asked for her to send dickprint pics, full dick pics, and even videos of herself jerking off with the sound on so you could touch yourself when Billie was away at some interstate tournament.
Billie was more than happy to comply—it was the second-best option, unless Billie was okay with chopping her dick off and shipping it back to your house.
You reciprocated too, sending Billie the most lecherous, debauched pictures of yourself when you knew Billie had practice or was in class with a teacher that targeted specifically her for whatever reason—a picture of your bare body, porcelain skin boasting all the marks Billie had left on you previously; a mirror picture of yourself wearing Billie’s oversized shirts or hoodies that you love to steal, the both of them knowing full well that you had nothing on underneath; a selfie of yourself in the shower, soapy tits in full view with the caption ‘if only you were here’ paired with a vomiting emoji.
People don’t usually send nudes to the people they hate, but people don’t usually have sex with their enemies on a daily basis, either.
Leave it to these two to be in denial.
“N—No,” you huff, face flushed from how hard Billie was pounding into you, fingers clawing at the sheets to keep yourself grounded. “I’m—not that—ah fuck, right there, please—”
“Yeah?” Billie smirks, taking one of her hands off your hips to tug your blouse and bra up, revealing your perfect perky tits, and you couldn’t help but giggle at Billie’s expression, eyes wide open as if it was her first time seeing boobs, but for Billie, seeing your tits never got old.
Billie dips down, sucking on a nipple and drawing a loud moan from you. It’s no secret that you enjoy having your tits sucked on—especially if it was Billie Eilish (only if it was her, actually)—and you scream when Billie lightly bites, so overstimulated you could cry.
One thing you like about Billie that wasn’t her cock, was that she paid equal attention to both your tits, one of her hands massaging a boob while she sucked the other, all the while her thrusts never faltered, maintaining the same steady pace that had you writhing.
One of your hands move to tug at Billie’s hair while the other clawed at the fabric of her hoodie, which you were disappointed she hadn’t taken off. Billie looks up from sucking on your tits, and your heart flutters when you see the puppylike expression on her face, her chin wet with saliva and pupils blown wide.
You had established several unspoken rules ever since the start of this arrangement, with one of them being no kissing, for obvious reasons, but now, with Billie’s face so close and so kissable, you had to physically restrain yourself from pulling her stupid face into a stupid little kiss.
You can kiss someone without meaning!
Right.
Billie, meanwhile, was impossibly hard, and the sight of you still donning her letterman while getting pounded made her somehow harder than she already was.
There was something so arousing about seeing the bane of your existence wear something that belongs to you whilst simultaneously submitting her body for your use. With Billie’s name on her letterman, it felt as if you were branded, reduced to simply a belonging, a toy that Billie owned.
Finally opening your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, you feel yourself become impossibly more aroused at the sight before you—Billie’s eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back, sweat pouring down her face and nails digging into the skin of your thighs as she rammed her cock into you over and over again with commendable stamina—she wasn’t the star football player for no reason, anyway.
If only you had the strength and flexibility to rip that stupid hoodie off her—which fucking loser wears a hoodie while fucking one of the hottest girls in school?
Billie Eilish, apparently.
Your back arches off the bed when Billie hits that one spot inside you that has you whimpering, and that spurs Billie on, her climax just at her fingertips. The jock grunts as she pushes your legs up to your chest for a better angle, making sure not to hurt you as she continues pounding away like nobody’s business.
“Shit,” Billie grits her teeth, breathing harshly beside your ear. “Ah fuck—”
“Gonna cum for me, baby girl?” you still manage to tease despite being in the midst of getting railed to filth, and in response, Billie just fucks you harder, making you jerk with every movement.
“Shut up,” Billie hisses, sinking her teeth into the side of your neck, earning a choked cry from you.
“Don’t—no marks, Bi—llie—shit!”
“I don’t care,” Billie borderline growls, making you feel scared and aroused at once. She continues to nip at your sensitive skin, licking over each bite to soothe. “Let people see what a slut you are—I want them to know who you belong to.”
That was the tipping point for you—you come, loud and hard, your thighs shaking from the sheer intensity of your orgasm as you scream into Billie’s neck, fingers clawing at her back when Billie continues moving her hips, sending you into overdrive.
“Fuck shit oh my god—” Billie groans as she finally reaches her climax, plunging her cock deep into your womb before unloading, hot semen splattering all over your walls.
Billie finally goes limp, flopping onto you with a whine, her heartbeat racing in her chest.
“Oh my god,” you rasp, your voice almost completely gone from all the wild fucking. You grunt, pushing Billie off of you and making her roll onto her back. “You came so much.”
Billie lifts her head just enough to see your ruined pussy, white liquid dripping out of your hole, and she smirks to herself in satisfaction.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” Billie groans, her limp cock sticky and uncomfortable against her stomach.
“What if I wasn’t?”
“I’d pay for plan B, I’m not about to become your baby daddy,” Billie teases, earning a weak slap on the shoulder from you.
“Also, I’ve been meaning to ask,” you turn to face Billie, who seemed to be experiencing post-nut clarity, a blank look in her eyes as she stared up at the ceiling. “What does the number on the back of your letterman mean?”
Billie flushes, and a look of panic enters her face at the unexpected question.
“It’s random,” Billie simply responds, shrugging. “It’s—a nice number. But it’s nothing. Really. I think you should go to sleep.”
You merely scoff at that—usually you’d taunt Billie ’till she gave in, but the post-fuck tiredness was creeping into your system, and it wasn’t long before you eventually give in to the shackles of slumber. You roll onto your side, inching yourself closer towards Billie before snuggling up against her chest, much to the jock's surprise.
“Um,” Billie coughs, blushing at the sudden affection—as if she wasn’t just inside you not one minute ago—but she doesn’t make a move to push you off her, oddly comforted by the gesture, albeit foreign.
“Good night, I guess.”
Billie just lies there in silence, still half naked, a million thoughts running through her mind, with at least a quarter of them being you.
Thankfully, she doesn’t have time to drown in her current crisis as the sound of a car pulling into the driveway snaps her out of her thoughts, reeling her back into reality.
It was eight in the evening, your parents were home, and their daughter was naked in bed with the daughter of their business partners.
Fuck.
Billie quietly makes her way out of bed, careful not to wake you, and begins to straighten herself up, trying her best to not make it obvious to your parents that she’d just banged their daughter. She covers you with the blanket before standing there and watching you somewhat awkwardly, the only noise filling the room being your soft breathing.
For the first time, a room was quiet while they were both in it.
Billie’s eyes trailed over your sleeping form, still draped in her letterman, the red fabric eye-catching as ever, but Billie decides to leave you be—she doesn’t have the heart to take it back.
“See you tomorrow,” Billie whispers before turning off the lights and leaving the room.
“Oh, Billie! Fancy seeing you here!” Your mother greets her as she descended the stairs. “Working on another project again, I suppose?”
“Ah, um, yes,” Billie stutters, putting on her most parent-friendly smile she could muster. “We didn’t even realise how late it was. Sorry about the disruption.”
“It’s all fine, how’s my daughter?” Your father pipes in, taking off his coat by the front door.
“She’s asleep already,” Billie replies, hoping they wouldn’t question why their eighteen-year-old was already asleep at eight in the evening.
“Wow, this early? Must’ve been a rough day, yeah?” your dad laughs, and Billie flushes. “Well, you should probably get on your way, I bet your parents must be worried.”
“Oh, for sure, see you soon Mr. and Mrs. Kim,” Billie nods, not waiting for a response as she bolts out the front door.
What a night.
Billie smiles to herself after sending the last message, but she doesn’t even get a second to come to her senses and wipe the stupid lovesick grin off her face before Zoe came slithering up to her.
“You didn’t tell me?” Zoe shrills, eyes wide open and hands gripping her shoulders.
“Tell you what?” Billie blinks, a million possibilities running through her mind. Are all her past mistakes coming back to bite her in the ass? Did the security guard snitch? Did the principal finally find out that she was the one who called him a ‘pedo wanker’?
“You and y/n are a thing?” Zoe blinks back, and Billie was equally as surprised as she was.
“What—what makes you think that?”
“She came in with your letterman!” Zoe practically screams at her face. “Your name and all—I thought we were friends, Billie. You said you’d tell me anything! But it's honestly about fucking time. Me and Ava were kinda betting on it.”
Billie doesn’t register anything past ‘letterman’, and before she could properly respond, she sees none other than you yourself strut into her line of sight, proudly sporting her letterman which was far too big for you, making heads turn for more than one reason now.
Despite being partially out of it, Billie swears she could hear the hushed gossip of the students around her—
" The star quarterback and hottest cheerleader are banging? "
" I called it! "
" They’re probably the ones who fucked on the stairs that time. "
" I mean, they look good together. "
" I thought they hated each other! "
" Plot twist? "
“Hey,” you are also donning a smirk on your lips as you approached Billie, who was looking you up and down as if she’s never seen you in her life. “Good morning.”
“Good—morning,” Billie stutters, too shocked to realise that Eunchae had scrambled away to give them ‘privacy’.
“You don’t look very happy to see me,” you frown, tilting your head and revealing the dark marks Billie had left on the left side of your neck from last night. Billie shivers at the memory, still fresh in her mind.
“My letterman,” Billie were the only words she could manage, her tongue feeling like it’s been tied into a hundred knots—she's never felt like this before, what the fuck was happening?
“You left it at my place last night,” you grin, and Billie winces at the sheer volume of your voice, as if you want everyone around them to know. “You can tell me if you want it back.”
“No,” Billie blurts out, surprising both herself and you. “Um, I mean, you can… keep it.”
“How sweet of you,” you purr, settling yourself onto Billie’s lap so naturally it’s as if you've done this a million times before (you have).
Billie’s mind is completely blank, but her cock was reacting for her, starting to harden underneath you, who could obviously feel it, your smirk widening.
Today was going to be a long day.
Og writer : oatbowl