The Typa Tired I Want
smut | thugillie! x fem!reader
You were exhausted—God, you were exhausted. You honestly can't even fathom how much dedication you serve your university with and how all of this will matter in the long run. Both of you were a slave to money and her; she knew how to play it—and she plays it well.
You can't be mad when your girlfriend treats you out almost every weekend, whether it be the nearest taco bell, sharing a bag of Takis in her black dodge challenger or a luxurious restaurant where the dresses you even wore were from her own pockets. You don't complain about where the money came from; you met her that way. No one's a hypocrite, and you understand well what life she has, and you didn't hesitate to be in it with her.
One chaotic night in some frat party you found yourself in, and she was there; you remember it clear as day even as months have now already passed. The way she sat on the couch like she owned the whole damn place, legs spread apart, jeans hung low on her waist, and her cap hiding half her face—the only thing you could see was her smirk and how it showed a sliver of her teeth and her grillz and tooth gems she wore that night.
One thing led to another, and now you're committed to her, and "committed" wasn't the right word for her. She was obsessed with you; she wasn't even the type of person that would settle down with anyone—but you changed that. There was this force and magnetizing way where she immediately knew she was damned the night her piercing blue eyes met yours.
She stayed low-key, but you knew by her chains and her baggy clothes that she had thick wads of cash you wouldn't be surprised to find under her bed or tucked somewhere in her drawers. The faint smell of weed hit you for a mere second, but it quickly simmered down to your senses. You were used to this, but her perfume always replaced that stinging smell inside your nose.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
You saw her there, on the couch, leaning her back against the cushions. She looked sexy—frustratingly cool and sexy—and your exhaustion was also quickly replaced by that need to feel her eyes wander around you and her ring-clad fingers wrap around and squeeze your body somewhere, anywhere.
"Hey, baby," she greeted, a small and innocent smile plastered on her face, but her eyes were hooded. You walked slowly, sitting down next to her closely, resting your head on her lap, and her hand automatically landed on your soft hair, caressing it like it belonged there. "You okay? Tired?" she muttered, very silently, as if she was afraid her voice was already enough to disrupt how you lay on her lap like an absolute angel.
You just hummed, nodding your head ever so slightly with your eyes closed. She grabbed your chin so suddenly, making your eyes open as soon as you just closed them. You were now facing her, looking up into her caring and adoring eyes. "Come on, princess, lemme take care of you…"
She helped you up only for you to straddle her lap this time; her hand landed perfectly on your hip, grounding you with those eyes that spoke volumes about how she was absolutely whipped for you even in your tired state—and for her, honestly, you looked even hotter. Your eyes are droopy, lips slightly parted, and hair disheveled from running your hand through it the whole day. "C'mere…" she whispered, grabbing the side of your face with a feather-light touch, enough to pull you in for a kiss.
You sighed into the kiss, and her tongue immediately parted your lips, exploring them like she had all the time in the world to do so, and she did. She tilted her head to the side even more, giving you a chance to deepen the kiss, and you do; she knows you will. That gives her lips a small smile tugging on its corner. She broke the kiss only to look at you with now darkened, hungry eyes, and you melted—you felt yourself soaking; the effect she had on you was beyond comprehension.
How can someone make you already this wet just by her heated gaze and how good she kisses you? You had no idea, but she knows how to just do it right for you—because she's it for you. Your hips started grinding against her thighs; every ounce of stress and tension left your body like it was dust. Her hand gripped your hips steadily, helping you rock, knowing what you needed without a single word being uttered.
"Come on... ride me, princess... take what you need," her voice sultry and low, whispering near your ear, goosebumps immediately trailing down your arms, and you rode her thigh, harder, faster, deeper, and needier in every possible way there is.
She can feel your arousal soaking through your pants, and she palmed it, fingers brushing firmly against you at the very right spot you needed. A broken sound left your lips, "Fuck—baby..." That earned her another smirk.
"Need you—fuck... I need you, Bils... please," you stammered, grinding against her fingers. The friction wasn't enough. If you could mold her body with yours, her touch imprinted on your skin, you would. She didn't need to be told twice. "I got you, baby..." The second your back hit the couch, she was tearing off every garment that came her way, her lips attached to your neck, kissing, licking, and marking you up like the way you were grinding on her thighs a minute ago wasn't enough for her to believe that you were hers.
Your back arched, legs spreading wider in instinct as her hand slowly and torturously dragged down your stomach, fingers dancing near your inner thighs, near your wet and throbbing need, but she just looked up at you with that same damn smirk. You whimpered, bucking up your hips desperately, and she responded by just gripping your hips, firmly pressing them down, and without a warning, you felt her hot mouth wrapping around your nipple, sucking away.
"Oh fuck—Billie," you choked on your own words, head falling back against the cushions as you tugged on her hair, keeping her close. She hummed around you, eyes closed in mere pleasure just from tasting you like this
Before you could even register the mere pleasure overtaking your body, her fingers were already on your clit, pressing and rubbing, and another moan left your mouth—louder this time, hips squirming from her touch. "God… you're so wet… is this all for me, baby… huh?" she said under her breath, sounding like she was already unraveling when you were the one getting ruined.
"Answer me, or I won't fuck you till you're beggin' me to stop" she said through gritted teeth when all you could manage was a weak nod. "Y-yes… fuck—yes, Billie… please…" you finally answered, breathless and stuttering. Then she did it; her fingers knocked the wind out of you, your chest rising high as you gasped for air. She pumped hard and fast, no prelude, no gentleness; she just curled it up, easily finding the spot that made you whine and cry out, which was music for her ears.
She watched your body writhe, her pupils dilated, lips bitten, loving the way you squeezed around her fingers. "So tight for me, Ma..." she murmured against your neck, kissing there once more as her fingers thrust up to that spot again and again, driving you closer to the edge.
You felt your heart pound in your chest, your breathing faster, and your body and stomach tensing—you were close, and she could tell. She bit on your nipple harshly, eliciting a cry from you. "Are you going to come, baby? Hm? Beg me nicely, princess..." she spoke, her voice cutting through you like a knife; it was teasing, enough to rile you up even further.
"Gonna come, Billie—I'm gonna come…" you babbled, dazed and hazy from the pure bliss that was about to hit you like a truck. Her free hand suddenly comes up, gripping and holding your throat, squeezing just enough tto make your breath hitch. "Beg for me, Ma... come on…" she urged on. "Please... let me come… can I—mmm... please? Billie… fuck! please!" you kept repeating, like a chant, like it was a prayer that would save you from teetering near the edge of a cliff you couldn't wait to also just jump off from.
She bit her lip harder, leaning down near your face, glaring at your eyes to say the words "Good girl..." You swore you could see the reflection of yourself in her glimmering glassy blue eyes under the dim lighting of the room. The way your face was flushed and your hand was gripping her wrist that was on your throat.
You were about to break, and she let you, her fingers moving in and out of you like a piston, loud squelching wet sounds and your heavy breathing filling the room. "Fucking come for me… soak my fingers with your pretty little pussy baby" she whispered. You could barely hear it, but as soon as you did, you fell apart so perfectly for her.
Thighs trembling and clamping down around her hand as you screamed her name from the top of your lungs, your head lulled back and mouth agape, desperate to get any gasp of air you could. Your slick walls gripped around her fingers like a vice, milking them for what they could. She groaned, thrusting it even deeper, not leaving your side with every wave that flowed through you harshly. "Such a good girl... that's my fuckin' girl..." she cooed, smiling as she kissed you deeply, swallowing in your soft whimpers when she finally pulled out her fingers.
She sucked it clean, making a show for you, humming and licking her lips, like you just quenched the thirst she was longing for the very morning you left the house. "And you taste so fucking good too... God, I can't get enough of you…" she murmured, nuzzling her face against your neck, kissing softly, and inhaling your scent. "You did so good, baby..." She pulled you with her, pulling you on top of her and letting your head rest on her soft chest, letting you hear the steady beating of her heart. You burrowed even deeper, arms resting on her stomach, and your eyes fluttered closed as you let the exhaustion succumb to you.
This—this was the exhaustion you wanted; you yearned for it. Not the one from an exhausting day at uni, the one where you were absolutely wrecked by Billie and your girlfriend just watched you like she just saw something divine happening before her eyes.
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