After Hours With a Magician
A/N: Got a little inspired ;) sorry it's so long, the interview was just too good. Anywhooo hope you like it
TW: Use of pet names, Oral B! Receiving, Fingering B! receiving, Strap on B! receiving, squirting, overstimulation, aannnd I think that's it?\
We just wrapped up our interview taping. Billie and I went to the snack table and chugged some water.
“Thank you for coming on, that was really fun,” I say, casually.
“Yeah, of course definitely. My mind is still absolutely blown,” she laughs.
One of the producers called me over and I nodded in his direction.
“I tend to have that effect on people. That was just one of the ways I can be mind blowing,” I say with a wink as I head to the producers' cameras.
I don’t look back, but I know she’s still standing there frozen and I chuckle to myself.
I’m looking over a couple of the shots, giving my okay to some pieces. I notice out of the corner of my eye that Billie keeps looking in my direction. I lock eyes with her and raise my brow and smirk, she instantly turns red.
I give my last couple thoughts to my producer and as I start walking to chat with everyone in the production area, Billie high tails it out of the area.
I’m not done, I think to myself.
I ask one of the members of her team where she went. He just shrugged and said she looked like she needed a breather in her room.
“Mind if I go check on her?” I ask.
“Of course, sometimes she needs someone to help bring her back to earth.”
I go into her room and as soon as I close the door, the chaos and noise of the studio goes mute.
Billie’s standing in front of the vanity and when she sees me in the reflection of the mirror, she freezes.
I lean against the door, casually, like this situation was completely normal.
“Hi,” I say, a little too pleased with myself.
Billie blinked once, “you can’t just sneak into people’s rooms.”
“Someone on your team let me in. Zach, I think his name was?”
“That…feels fake,” she says.
“He said, and I quote, ‘sometimes she needs someone to help bring her back to earth.’ “
Her expression flattened instantly, “I’m so firing him.”
I laugh, “you looked a little overwhelmed out there.”
“I was not overwhelmed,” she says in the most confident voice.
I just stared at her and she uncapped her makeup remover with unnecessary aggression. “You were being weird.”
I cock my head, “weird?”
“You kept flirting with me on camera.”
“I asked if I was distracting,” I grin.
“Yeah, that’s not a normal interview question,” she says, looking like she’s trying to keep her composure.
“I was asking professionally,” I state.
“You literally bit your lip after!”
“Professional curiosity,” I shrug.
She stares at me for a long second before muttering, “you’re evil.”
I grin, “and yet you invited me into your room.”
“I absolutely did not.”
“You didn’t tell me to leave,” I quip back.
She doesn’t say anything, and instead she rearranges her things on the vanity, trying to find something to do with her hands.
I walk closer to her, “my favorite part was the bra strap thing.”
She stopped mid organization.
“...I don’t know what you mean.”
“Really?” I lean against the counter beside her, “because your reaction suggested otherwise.”
“That was…that wasn’t a reaction.”
I giggle, “You literally said ‘oh’ and lost your train of thought.”
She exhales, “okay, wow. That’s humiliating.”
“It was cute.”
“It was not cute. It was a normal human response.”
At this point I can’t tell if she’s trying to convince me, or herself.
“To me fixing my bra strap?” I ask with a raised brow.
“You adjusted it weirdly!”
“I literally pulled it back onto my shoulder.”
“Yeah, on camera.”
She’s still looking down at her toiletries and I can tell her response didn’t even make sense to her.
“And you looked at me like I’d just kissed you.”
Her eyes finally meet mine, in utter horror. I noticed it immediately and I visibly had to fight another smile.
“Oh my god,” she mutters, dragging both hands down her face. “You cannot say things like that and then look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you know what you’re doing.”
“I do know what I’m doing,” I say innocently.
“That’s kind of a problem,” she says, shaking her head.
I move closer again, slow enough to give her every opportunity to back away.
She didn’t.
“You got so shy after that,” I say softly. “It was kind of fascinating.”
“I was not shy.”
“You couldn’t even make eye contact with me!” I don’t hold back my laugh this time.
“I was collecting myself.”
“You were giggling.”
She points at me accusingly, “you kept smirking at me.”
“Because you’re really pretty when you blush.”
She looks down again, hiding her face. But I know she’s blushing again.
“You know,” I say thoughtfully, taking another step closer. “You portray yourself as much bolder than you actually are.”
She’s looking back in the mirror now and blinks, “what?”
“The interviews, onstage, red carpets…” I gesture. “You’ve got this whole untouchable thing going on. Very confident, very dangerous.”
“I am confident,” she grumbles.
“I’m sure you are.”
She crosses her arms, “okay, now you’re mocking me.”
“A little,” I feel my mouth twitch. “Because the second someone flirted first, you completely fell apart.”
Her eyes are back on me now, “I do not fall apart.”
“You’re doing it right now.”
“I’m literally standing here.”
I look down at her lips and back up to her eyes, “barely.”
“You’re standing too close,” she states, like that clearly is the issue. Like the tension that’s getting thicker by the second isn’t the issue.
I flick to her lips again and I swear I can see her brain short circuit.
“Dude, this is evil behavior.”
I hum, “you think so?”
Her mouth twitches, “yes.”
“I think you like it,” I whisper in a seductive voice.
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
The tension had gone from playful to unbearable, filling the room with this charged silence.
I watch her carefully, my eyes keep flicking from her lips to her eyes, debating.
Meanwhile Billie was trying-and failing-not to visibly react to how close I am.
“You’re nervous again,” I murmur.
“No, I’m not.”
“Your breathing changed.”
“You’re insane,” this time her eyes met my lips.
“And you’re flustered,” I point out.
“I hate that you can tell,” she mutters.
“I can tell everything right now,”
“You’re making it impossible for me to think straight.”
I smile wider, a little surprised at her confession.
I step even closer.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask softly.
She blinks like she hadn’t expected the question at all after all the teasing.
“...please,” she whispers.
I grab her chin, pulling it up, and capture her lips. She lets out the faintest startled sound against my mouth, before immediately melting into it. Her hand instinctively grabs lightly at my sleeve, like she needed something steady.
Her lips are soft and full, a hint of mint on them.
I move slowly, giving her the chance to back away if she wants.
She doesn’t.
I kiss her harder, more full of meaning. She kisses me back the same, her hand gripping me tighter. My hands find her waist and push her back until she’s against the vanity.
I don’t ask permission when I slide my tongue into her mouth. She whines the second our tongues meet.
I smirk against her mouth.
The kiss gets sloppy, growing with need.
My hands tangle in the back of her hair, and I pull her head back by her hair. She gasps.
My lips find her neck, placing sloppy wet kisses along the length of it.
I slot my leg in between hers,pushing into her core.
“Fuck,” she gasps.
I lick up the entirety of her neck, to her jaw, and capture her back into a kiss.
Her hips are squirming against my leg and I have to bite back my giggle.
I pull back to look at her, “do you have a problem?”
She looks at me like I just asked her the world's hardest math question.
“I-uh. Yeah?”
I don’t hide my giggle this time. Instead I grab her hips, guiding us both backwards to the couch.
I sit down and she stares at me dumbfounded.
I pat my lap, “sit.”
She looks surprised at my order, but obeys.
She straddles my lap, waiting for me to make a move.
I pull her face to meet mine, and the desperate make out continues.
Her hands grip my shoulders and mine find her ass. I grab it hard and it makes her sigh into me.
She starts rocking her hips against me, grinding.
My grip on her ass becomes harder, helping her roll against me. I can feel the heat radiating off her pussy over my clothes.
I move my hands and slip them under her shorts, rubbing the tops of her thighs. Goosebumps quickly follow in their wake. Even her kisses stutter.
“God,” she sighs into my mouth.
I pull back, and she looks an absolute mess. Lips swollen and red, pupils blown so wide the blue in her eyes barely noticeable, her cheeks a way darker shade of pink than they’d been all day.
I hum and she squirms on my lap.
“Take your clothes off,” I tell her.
She wastes no time in peeling herself from my lap and fumbling out of her clothes.
She sits back on my lap and kisses me like her life depends on it, instantly returning to her grinding.
I run my hands up and down her back and I feel her jerk with chills.
Her hands touch the buttons of my shirt, “can I?”
I nod.
While my tongue attacks hers, she unbuttons my shirt and pulls it as far down my shoulders as she can.
My hands weave from her back to her boobs, gently kneading them, making her breath stutter.
I pinch her nipple and the softest moan escapes her lips.
I push her up right and just stare at her.
Her blush deepens, “what?”
“You’re so fucking pretty,” I say.
I lean into her boob, lightly licking the top of it until I meet her nipple. I give it a flick with the tip of my tongue and her fingernails dig into my shoulder. I wrap my lips fully around the erect pink nub and she gasps as she throws her head back.
While I suck her, my other hand toys with her other nipple. I can feel her wetness soaking through my pants while she grinds against my lap.
I give the same attention to her other boob, while my free hand roams her thighs and her hips, purposely avoiding where she needs me.
She grumbles frustrated, needy.
I look up at her from in between her breasts, “yes?”
“You’re driving me crazy,” she says.
“Mm I can tell.” I tap her thigh, “let me take these off.”
She sits on the couch beside me while I undress and I look down at the huge wet spot on my pants. I raise my eyebrow at her and she manages to turn an even brighter shade of red, but she doesn’t say anything.
I swear her eyes about pop out of her head once I’m naked.
“I-uh. Wow” she says in the same flustered voice from earlier.
It’s adorable, really. The way she can’t even hold eye contact, the way she stutters.
I sit next to her and gesture for her to come back onto my lap.
When she sits she gasps at the feeling of her cunt directly on my skin and she immediately soaks the lower part of my stomach.
“You’re dripping,” I purr.
She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth and just nods, looking at me absolutely doe eyed.
My hands rub all over her thighs and hips, she twitches every so often like she’s already overstimulated.
I rub the inside of her thigh and I can feel her trembling.
“Damn, legs shaking already? I haven’t even touched you yet,” I murmur.
“Y/n…please,” she whines.
“Please what?”
“J-just. Please.”
“Use your words, Billie.”
She literally gulps, “t-touch. Jesus. Touch me, please. I need you to touch me.”
I grin, and run my fingers through her folds. They are immediately drenched, my stomach hadn’t even felt the half of it.
She clamps her eyes shut and moans.
“Nuh uh,” I say, “look at me.”
She slowly opens her eyes; they’re a mixture of desperation, fear, and need.
“Good girl,” I say as I plunge two fingers all the way into her.
“FUCK,” she moans out.
I laugh a little while I slide my fingers in and out of her, her pussy squelching every time I re-enter. I hook my fingers into a ‘come here’ motion and instantly find that warm spongey spot that makes her dig her fingers so hard into the leather couch it makes a noise.
She’s a moaning disaster, my name flying out in between every other curse word.
I stop my fingers and she looks at me confused.
“Ride my fingers,” I say casually.
“I-what?”
“You wanted it so bad. Show me.”
She takes a big deep breath, like she’s trying to hype herself up.
She slowly raises her hips and pushes back down onto my fingers.
“Shittt,” she hisses out.
My other hand holds her hip, guiding her. She picks up her pace, completely bouncing on my fingers now.
“There you go, baby,” I coax her on.
“Ugnh, ungh,” she moans, too incoherent to make any other noises.
I press my thumb onto her clit and she looks at me wide eyed, “I’m gonna cum if you do that.”
“No, you’re not.”
I circle her clit slowly with very light pressure. Her expression unraveling in front of me.
“Y/n, I’m. Fuck. Gonna cum,” she whines.
“Hold it,” I say sternly.
She bites her lip so hard it turns white, like it’s taking every fiber of her being to hold it in.
Her thighs are shaking around me, and her walls around my fingers are getting tighter, she’s right on the brink.
She shakes her head, unable to form words.
I nod, “be good for me, Billie.”
She shuts her eyes and I visibly see her swallow, her hips trying to decide if they want to go faster or slower.
She sets a middle ground pace of her bouncing, not too fast, but not too slow. Sweat beads on her forehead, her breathing coming in heavy and short breaths.
When she raises her hips, I stick a third finger up, and when she comes down, she practically screams.
My thumb works faster on her, and tears are pricking her eyes.
“Cum for me, Billie,” I say.
She quickens her pace and on the third bounce down, she cums, screaming my name. Her whole body convulses, every inch of her shaking. Her cum flows down my forearm and it makes me moan. She stopped bouncing, but I keep my attack on her clit, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm.
I don’t stop until she collapses against me, burying her face in my neck.
She’s still gasping for air when I pull my fingers out of her, but she still lets out a whine.
“Holy fucking shit,” she says into my neck, her breath hot against me.
I laugh, “I wasn’t flirting for no reason.”
“You…are unreal,” she pants.
“Take another one for me,” I say.
She lifts herself back with the same awestruck look, “another one?”
I nod.
“I don’t-you literally just took the life out of me. I-I don’t even think I’m in my body right now.”
I smirk, “you haven’t seen anything yet.”
She looks at me in horror again, her brain going dumb again.
“On your knees. Lean over the back of the couch,” I order.
She looks at me nervous, but does it anyway.
As she’s positioning herself, I go behind her.
I see her taking deep breaths, trying to brace herself for what’s coming.
I drop down to my knees, and push her legs further apart, spreading her open. Her cunt glistens in the lighting from the vanity, her clit puffy and swollen.
“That pretty pussy is still soaking for me,” I coo.
She moans.
I grab her ass harshly, eliciting another needy moan.
“I thought you couldn’t take another one.”
I see her grip the couch tighter.
Her breathing has turned into pants.
I inch myself closer to her pussy and my breath makes her break out in goosebumps.
I lick a bold strip from her sopping hole to her clit, making her whimper.
I swirl my tongue around her whole pussy, collecting every bit of her mess.
“Didn’t think you’d taste this good,” I huff into her.
She answers by pushing herself further into me.
I don’t go slow. I suck on her clit harshly, and it makes her cry out. Once I release it, I start swiping her clit side to side quickly,
“Fuck, y/n. Do-don’t stop,” she pants out.
I do. But when I lick back up to her hole, I push my tongue in.
“Oh my godddd,” she buries her face into the back of the couch.
Feeling the way her walls encase my tongue, mixed with her taste, is intoxicating. I flick my tongue inside of her and feel her walls start to flutter, signaling she’s close.
As soon as I feel it, I pull my tongue back and she whines, beyond frustrated.
I trail my tongue up and down from each hole, and her moans are pornographic.
I direct my attention back to her clit, making figure eights with my tongue.
I feel her begin to shake under my grip on her thighs.
“You gonna cum?” I ask, my voice muffled by her pussy.
“Y-yes,” she barely gets out.
I flick her clit faster and right as her body tenses, I stop, and sit back on my heels.
Her upper body falls against the back of the couch, half sobs coming out of her.
I hum while I watch every inch of frustration pour out of her.
“Please. Fuck. Please make me cum,” she cries.
“Mmm. Maybe,” I say with the filthiest smirk on my face.
I walk to the other side of the couch and tap on her shoulder.
She looks at me, her face wet with tears and sweat.
“So desperate,” I coo.
“Please,” she whines.
“But watching you squirm is so fun.”
I have never seen anyone look so wrecked before. And the fact that it’s her who’s wrecked right now is the most gratifying thing I’ve ever done.
“Fucking hell. Y/n, please. I’ll do anything,” she begs.
I chuckle, “okay, your words, not mine.”
I walk to the closet in the room, her eyes following me with curiosity and slight terror. I fish out a bag and grab what I need out of it.
I turn around to meet her eyes while I step into the harness. Her mouth falls open.
I attach the strap to it and look at her like I’m hunting prey.
I walk behind her again, her juices dripping down her thighs. The sight alone makes me moan.
I lean my body over hers and kiss up her back, to her neck. The strap brushes her clit and she jolts. My hand wraps around her throat, pulling her face flush with mine. Her expression is absolutely bewildered.
“You gonna be my good girl?” I ask.
She arches her ass into me and I smirk. She nods.
I send a harsh smack to her ass, making her cry out, “ah!”
“Use your words.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll be good.”
I release her throat and lean back enough to whisper in her ear, “I’m gonna demolish you.”
I lean all the way back and run the strap through her folds, collecting all of her sweetness.
“So fucking wet f’me,” I murmur, mostly to myself, but she heard it and moaned again.
I line up the head with her hole and I can feel her whole body bracing itself.
I push in about halfway, and she hisses, her whole body tensing.
“Relax for me, mama.”
I rub the top of her thighs, trying to ground her.
Once her breathing becomes less shaky, I push in inch by inch slowly.
She whines with every inch.
I bottom out and she cries out, “fuck!”
I can’t help the shit eating grin on my face.
I start thrusting slow, letting her adjust. Once her cunt starts enveloping me, I speed up some.
“Oh my godddd,” she moans, barely able to keep herself up.
I pulled almost all the way out, before ramming back into her, the sound of her wetness echoes in the room.
She grips the couch so hard her knuckles lose all their color.
I repeat my motion, over and over again, her body jerking forward every time I plunge back in.
When I dive back into her, I strike her ass again, making her scream.
I growl, the sight of this unreal. Her back tattoo glistening from sweat, watching her pussy swallow me, seeing how shiny the strap is when I pull out, I pick up my pace, the room fills with the sound of skin slapping, her cries, and my groans. The sounds make my own wetness drip down my thighs.
I speed up my pace, fucking her sharp and quick, her moans turn into babbles at this point.
It gets harder to push in and out, her walls getting tight around me.
“Don’t cum,” I growl.
She cries out even louder, “I need to.”
“No,” I say blatantly.
Her head falls into the back cushion, I can feel how tense she is from holding it in. I slow down, fucking her agonizingly slow in comparison to 15 seconds ago.
She moans an endless stream of pleas.
I laugh wickedly, amused with how much I’ve broken her down.
I pick up my pace, but this time, it was brutal. Her gasps are broken.
Her pussy is impossibly tight around me, begging to release.
“Cum,” I order with one word.
Her orgasm tears through with no hesitation. She jerks back onto me, shaking even more violently than before. Her back arches, pushing her ass higher up. Her cries are scratchy, her throat raw from moaning. I can barely fuck her through it, her grip so tight. The base of the strap drips with her cum, and she’s turned inaudible.
I still myself, she’s still jerking under me, pushing back onto the strip, whining every time she does.
I pull out and see her cunt twitch around nothing. Her arm is resting on the back of the couch, holding her forehead. Her shoulders are still shaking from her breathing when I sit beside her. I wait for her to collect herself, just admiring the masterpiece.
She finally musters enough energy to look at me. Her eyes are glazed over, lip trembling, looking absolutely blissed out.
I smile. She groans, “what the fuck.”
“ ‘thank you’ is actually the phrase I think you’re looking for.”
She looks at me in awe, once again, unable to form words.
“Catch your breath, we’re not done.”
She looks like a deer in headlights, “what??”
“You can take it,” I smirk.
She visibly gulps.
She lays back with her head on the arm of the couch, still trying to collect herself. I run lazy shapes over her legs.
Her breathing goes back to normal, but she’s still too flustered and shy to speak.
My eyes gaze over every inch of her body.
“Go stand at the vanity,” I murmur, like it’s the most casual request in the world.
“I really don’t…I don’t know if I can do that again,” she says, nervously.
“You will.”
“I can’t.”
“I won’t make you hold it,” I say sweetly. “Come on. Be good for me.”
That makes her pupils dilate again and her face flush. She gets off of the couch and stands at the vanity. I follow her and tell her to turn around.
She does, eyeing me nervously in the mirror, her makeup smudged.
“I just want you to see how pretty you look when I wreck you,” I purr.
She closes her eyes, like she’s still trying to figure out if this is really happening.
Once she opens them again, I tap the inside of her legs for her to open them further.
I push her forward a bit to draw her ass out further and line up the strap, still wet from the dam that opened from her.
Her arms tense while I poke her entrance. I slide in slowly, her mouth falling open at the stretch.
Her eyes are locked on mine and I tell her, “eyes on yourself, pretty.”
She hesitates, but looks at herself.
I thrust slowly, the softest moans escaping her lips.
“See how good you look?” I ask her reflection.
“Y-yes,” her voice wavers.
I reach my hand forward and knead her boob, pinching and twisting her nipple, making her head fall back.
My thrusts are slow, but deep, hitting her spot.
“Y/n,” she moans.
“See how good you take my dick, baby?”
Those gorgeous eyes roll back, and all she can do is nod.
She catches me by surprise, meeting my thrusts.
“Yeah that’s right, fuck yourself onto me,” I purr and the neediest moans pour out of her.
I speed up just a touch, and her pace meets mine, the sound of skin slapping grows louder. Her boobs bounce with every thrust and I can’t figure out where I want to look.
My hand snakes around her waist and finds her clit. I rub slow, my hands sticky with her wetness.
“Faster,” she pants out.
I have the most devilish smirk on my face and say, “such a good girl.”
The praise makes her eyes roll back again, and I speed up both my thrusts, and my fingers on her clit.
She quickly spits out, “I’m gonna c-cum,”
I pound into her faster, and her eyes go wide, “wait I’m gonna-”
“Let go for me, Billie.”
My fingers are working so fast my hand is burning, but I don’t stop.
Her entire body locks and she screams my name as she comes undone. I keep my tantalizing pace, and she squirts, coating my entire hand, the harness, and all the way down her thighs. Her moans come out soundless, too fucked out to make a noise other than the faintest whines. I don’t stop until I draw out every last bit of her.
She collapses forward onto the vanity, her whole upper half melting into it. I pull out slowly, trying to catch my own breath.
Her eyes stay closed, still riding the aftershocks. I rub her ass, soothing her.
She finally lifts my head and meets my eyes in the reflection, looking like she’s trying to process what happened.
"That...was not a part of the interview," she said, dazed.
I giggle, “I didn’t know ‘good girl’ really got you like that.”