postcards. needed to write something with these photos even if it's in a different format 😇😇😇
dealer billie can either be so mean, or so sweet. dealer billie is the type to buy you every single thing you want, if it's in your cart, it's bought and at your doorstep the next day. you have whatever you want, whenever you want this girl spoils you rotten. she's also so so so overprotective. anyone looking at you for more than 2 seconds, they're out goodbye she's breaking their nose.
but things are different when you're a brat. billie being a dealer she's always gone for too long, but those hours can feel like days when there's nothing left to do. so when she's busy at work, and you send her risky photos she can't help but be mean, i mean you were disturbing her while she was working, and she's so easily distracted by you.
the second you're remotely even acting up she's quick to put you in your place, on the bed, behind the kitchen counter, on your knees. anything that'll just remind you that you can't act up.
she could tease you for hours, pull at your hair, even keep your hands tied just because you decided to talk to someone she didn't like, or flirted with her friend as a joke.
but you know that she falls to your mercy just as easily, a little bit of whining and maybe even sucking her off, she's forgotten everything that's happened and it's all back to normal.
that is until you're annoying her with your newest vocal stim. it's not like she doesn't do it either! i mean you're her 24k gold labubu after all ❤️ .
if billie is working even an hour later than the time she says she's going to be home, she's quick to picking up a box of chocolates, flowers, (sometimes even something designer) because she doesn't want to make you upset.
sometimes while the two of you are fucking, billie will take her hat and place it on your head, and it'll drive her insane (so will seeing her in her clothes, or with no clothes at all, basically just seeing you). her chains are also always falling onto your chest, and you love the feeling.
billie's favorite thing is having her hands on you. she can't go a minute without her hands on you.
but what drives her crazy is when you challenge her just enough to make her earn it. the way you pout, the way you pretend not to listen, how your eyes glimmer with mischief right before she catches your wrist and pulls you back where she wants you.
you can feel it in the way her breath hitches when you wear her clothes with just your panties, or even nothing underneath, around the house. she’ll lean in close, fingers slipping beneath your chin to make you look at her.
billie makes sure she knows you're her girl, and loves fucking you face down ass up, but is obsessed with when you ride her. especially while she's working, she'll make you cockwarm her till you can't handle it, just begging for her to fuck you, and then of course she gives in because how could she say no?
dealer billie who fucks you in the car before an event, or a dinner, and when you complain to her that your panties are all ruined she just opens the glove box in her car where she keeps your panties anyways. but of course she will make a comment of how you won't need them anyways.
billie who is obsessed with when you send her pictures when she's working (even if she calls you out for it) but will send you pictures back of her dick. she then calls you begging you to help her out.
billie is also a top at heart, super dominant, but the second you're yelling at her, she's shut up and on her knees for you. poor girl is so whiny when you don't give her enough attention.
billie will also take work calls while she's deep inside you, just confessing that she can multi-task, but she'll hang up before she makes you cum because only she can hear you then.
billie is also big on aftercare, she takes the most care of you, bringing you water, snacks, cleaning you up, basically everything. she's very soft when it comes to you, because she loves you, and always brings up the fact that you are her wife.
⭑ synopsis :: after a night out at the bar with her friends, billie can't wait until you're out of the car to get her hands on you.
⭑ warnings :: g!p billie, p in v, unprotected sex, humiliation kink, praise kink
you've always been shy, so it took a hell of a lot of convincing to get you to come out tonight. you and billie's friends, however nervous you had been when you met them, had had a great time. you had gone to a bar and drank the night away, which was filled with dancing and laughter. now, you and billie were in the very back of the car, two of her friends in the backseat, one driving, one in the passenger. and her cock buried inside you.
billie thrusted her hips up into you every once in a while, hands on your side as she planted small, sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck. music was playing loudly from the car's speakers, but billie could hear your whimpers loud and clear. you looked adorable, a little tipsy and all fucked out when she had barely laid a hand on you.
"feel good, mama?" billie cooed as her fingers rubbed loving circles into your hips, lips pressing kisses to your skin. all you could do was nod, too dumbfounded to really give an answer beyond that. billie moved on of her hands off your hips to push your dress up, revealing more of your pretty ass to her. you knew how much she loved it. she runs a gentle hand over your bottom as you inconspicuously fuck yourself on her cock, her friends blissfully unaware of what was happening a mere few feet away from them.
“god, you look so good like this. so good for me, getting out of your comfort zone like you did. s’only fair i reward you, yeah?” billie rasps into your ear. her hand moved everywhere, first on your hips, then on your ass, and finally to your clit. you covered your lips to drown the sound of your moans as billie skillfully fingered where you were most responsive, your head falling back onto her shoulder.
“mmm, yeah,” you can barely manage, but billie understood you and what you wanted, regardless of coherency. her free hand never leaves your hips as she helped you bounce on her cock, eventually snaking her way up your dress to yank your bra down for her own access, and rolling one of your nipples in her fingers.
your expression says what the words failing your lips can’t, as your eyes roll back into your head, lips splitting open in pleasure. one of billie's friends, odessa, who happens to be driving the car, paused her singing when she caught your face in the rearview mirror, a teasing, but oblivious, smile on her face.
“her, billie, your girl okay? she's looking a little bit…” she doesn’t finish, leaving her words up for inference. billie doesn’t freeze, or pause what she’s doing. no. she fucking smirks.
“she's okay. just needs her girlfriend. doesn't she, baby?” billie asked with no shame.
embarrassment creeps into your veins at the publicity of her comment. your cheeks filled with heat, you mumbled a slurred, “yeah,” loud enough for her friends to hear, before burying your face into the crook of billie's neck, and, for only her to hear, scoldingly whispering, “billie.”
her friends chuckled cluelessly. they must have assumed it was only a joke.
which couldn’t have been more wrong.
billie presses a kiss to your forehead before her friends go back to singing and smoking and whatever the fuck else they’re doing— you're too fucked out to care. but once they do? billie's thumb is back to rubbing your clit as she forcefully fucks her hips up into you, sensing how exhausted you are.
“god, you are such a good girl, huh? just for me, yeah?” she coos.
you nod. “just for you. just your girl,” you whisper back in response. you crane your head to press your lips to billie's, kissing her sloppily and drunkenly, not like she minded. her hand rolls your nipple like it’s her last day, quick and fast and lewd, as you moan like a whore into her lips.
when you pull back, billie's smirking. you're about to speak again before billie suddenly yanks you almost fully off her cock, before slamming you back down, going much faster than before. it takes every ounce of self control you have not to scream right there, because, god, was she a fucking tease.
“billie, fuck, shitshitshit,” you whine, eyes going blurry as your own desire overwhelms you. billie doesn’t seem to care for how hard she’s making this for you, because she pounds into you like she’s more desperate than you are. and maybe she is.
“so loud, baby. no music and everyone would hear how wet your fucking cunt is. not like i want to share you anyways,” billie says, her hand moving to give some love to your untouched nipple, rolling over it and squeezing down.
“pussy's so fucking tight for me, baby, fuck. can practically feel you clenching around me.” your brain is too foggy, too muddled to verbally respond, but you’re sure the small whimper that escapes your lips suffices, because billie realizes immediately what’s about to happen. “oh. s'my baby close?” billie asks, and you know damn well she doesn’t need an answer from you to know what you’re going to say.
regardless, you nod, your next words leaving your lips in a broken manner. “fuckfuckfuck, baby, i'm so close, s’close, please,” you’re babbling by now, growing more incoherent by the minute.
again, not like billie needed the words.
she pushes herself inside you, making you take her deeper than you ever have before, pressing her middle and ring to your aching clit as she fucks into you.
“yeah, baby? gonna be good and cum for me?" and she has you.
you're unraveling in seconds, burying your face into the crook of her neck for the final time as her name falls off your lips over and over again, the sound muffled, as waves of pleasure crash over your body.
your figure jerks as you feel yourself cumming, spilling all over her cock. you can hear her chuckling as you come down from your high, and when you pull your face out of her neck, she presses a small kiss to your forehead, before pushing her fingers into her mouth. you watch, body aching from your own need, and let a whine escape your lips as you watch billie suck her fingers clean, savoring the taste of you.
she pulls you off her cock once all’s said and done, fixing you and your dress before allowing you to sit on her lap once more, her hands around your waist. butterfly kisses pepper onto your skin as she dotes on you, holding you close to her chest. you smile as you wrap your arms around her neck, her heartbeat in your ears.
“you're my girl, baby. you know that?” billie coos, cupping your face in her hands. “my girl, and my girl only,” she says. like you needed a reminder.
summary: when a relationship that once seemed destined to last falls apart under the pressure of life, both you and billie try to move forward the only way you know how: separately. but, an unexpected reunion uncovers old feelings, lingering questions, and the painful realization that sometimes life can be changed by the words that never reach the person who needed them most.
a/n: i’m on an angst streak! i’m on a stupid long road trip so i have lots of time to write. i hope ya like it!
you and billie had a great relationship, until fame hit her like a brick wall. one day, things seemed like they were normal. date nights, relaxing times together at home, everything was perfect. the next, her life seemed to move at a speed neither of you could keep up with.
tour schedules stretched across continents. label meetings filled every free afternoon. interviews, photoshoots, rehearsals, flights, appearances… there was always somewhere she needed to be and something she needed to do. it wasn’t really anyone’s fault. success was something the two of you had dreamed about for years, and now that it was finally happening, neither of you knew how to complain about it without feeling guilty.
you understood her life. after all, you’d been a part of it for so long. long before the sold-out arenas and screaming crowds, before the awards and magazine covers, you’d been her best friend. falling in love with billie had never felt like a dramatic turning point. if anything, it felt inevitable, like the natural next chapter of a story that had already been unfolding for years.
but understanding why something was happening didn’t make it hurt any less.
missed calls became missed conversations. arguments lingered unresolved because one of you always had somewhere else to be. texts that used to get answered within seconds suddenly sat unopened for hours, sometimes days. eventually, you found yourself asking for attention that billie genuinely wanted to give you, but couldn’t seem to find the time for anymore.
the worst part was that neither of you stopped loving each other. you were simply exhausted. so after months of trying to force things to work around impossible schedules and growing frustrations, you both made the decision to end the relationship.
there wasn’t a dramatic fight. no screaming. no betrayal. just two people sitting across from each other and admitting that maybe love wasn’t enough to fix everything. you promised you’d stay friends. for a while, you even managed it.
you attended shows when you could. after-parties. birthdays. award ceremonies. whenever your paths crossed, you hugged, smiled, and slipped back into old conversations with an ease that made everything feel normal again. until it didn’t.
because every time you saw billie, it felt like her attention was already somewhere else. she was focused on improving the next show, planning the next project, talking with friends she’d met on tour. sometimes you’d catch her flirting with one of her openers and feel an ugly twist of jealousy settle in your stomach.
you hated feeling that way. hated what it turned you into. so little by little, the distance between you grew. and before either of you realized it, months had passed.
billie lay across the hotel suite bed after another show, staring at the ceiling while the city lights filtered through the curtains. the room was quiet in a way hotel rooms always were. not peaceful. just empty.
her body ached from performing, but sleep felt impossible. every time she closed her eyes, she thought about you. she missed your laugh more than anything. the loud, ridiculous laugh that always made her laugh too.
she missed your smile. your jokes that would make you giggle like teenagers. the way you’d skip ahead of her during date nights only to turn around and walk backward in the middle of the sidewalk because you couldn’t tell a story without seeing her reaction. she missed the flowers you’d bring home for absolutely no reason.
most of all, she missed moments like this. coming back after a show and finding you already curled up in bed waiting for her. your arms wrapping around her waist. the familiar weight of your head against her chest. sleepy kisses pressed wherever you could reach before exhaustion finally pulled you under.
god, she missed you. before she could stop herself, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand. your contact was still there. same photo. same conversation. same name. billie stared at it for nearly ten minutes.
her thumbs hovered over the keyboard, typing and deleting the same sentence over and over until frustration made her groan and toss her head back against the pillows.
finally, she typed:
hey.
12:20am
i know this is probably the last thing you want to see. but i’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.
12:21 am
another pause.
i miss you. i miss us. i think about you all the time.
12:27 am
i know we broke up for a reason, and i’m not trying to disrespect that. i just… idk.
12:31 am
i needed you to know that i still love you. i just think we made a mistake. i need you.
12:36 am
she hit send. then waited. hours passed. nothing. a day. nothing. a week. nothing. eventually, weeks turned into months. still nothing.
billie cried over it more times than she’d ever admit. but she respected what she believed was your answer. silence. she convinced herself you had seen the messages and chosen not to respond. so she left you alone.
what she didn’t know was that you felt exactly the same. your life had simply changed. a few weeks after the breakup, you landed a new internship. the company provided work phones, and eventually your old number was replaced with a new one. a new job. a new number. a new chapter.
and because of that, every single message billie had sent disappeared into the void. you never received them. you never knew she spent months crying over you. she wanted another chance with you.
she sat awake at three in the morning rereading old conversations and wishing she’d handled things differently. you assumed she had moved on. you thought her career had simply become more important.
it was the exact reason your relationship had ended in the first place. so eventually, you moved forward too. because what else were you supposed to do?
a year and a half later, you sat in one of your favorite coffee shops in los angeles.
ironically, it had always been one of billie’s favorites too. a frequent lunch date location. your laptop sat open in front of you while you worked at one of the tall side booths along the wall. the familiar chime above the entrance rang.
you glanced up, and froze. billie. black gym shorts. oversized white graphic tee. backward green dodgers cap. jordan 4s. mismatched socks. you’d recognize her anywhere. for a moment, neither of you moved. then she smiled, small and tentative.
“hi.” you smiled back. “hey.” she walked to the counter and ordered, her usual. ‘a medium iced vanilla oat milk latte’ you gathered as you read her lips.
while she waited, she glanced toward seat opposite of you at your table. “mind if i sit?” she asked, gently, not wanting to impose. you closed your laptop. “not at all.” she smiled and sat down. for a few minutes, conversation came surprisingly easy.
how you were. your friends. billie’s family, including shark. life. the tour. anything except the thing sitting between the two of you.
“you look good,” billie said softly. “thank you, you do too, bil.” something flickered across her face. then she looked down at the table. “you know,” she cleared her throat. “i texted you. was kinda sad you didn’t respond.” she played it off with a nervous snicker and hand thrown on the table. your stomach dropped, but you laughed it off. “no, you didn’t.”
billie’s eyebrows furrowed. “yeah.” she looked confused, still smiling. “i did.” you stared. “when?”
“like six months after we broke up. i was on the last leg of tour and it was late. thought you just ignored me, to be honest.” your smile vanished. suddenly your mind was racing. six months after the breakup. the internship. the new phone. the number change. your eyes widened.
“billie…” her expression slowly changed. “i got a new number.” silence. “what?” billie’s voice came out, quiet and unbelieving.
“i got a new number around that time. i got that internship i had told you about months before then.” your throat tightened. “i never got any texts from you.” the color drained from billie’s face. “you didn’t?”
you shook your head. “no.” for a moment neither of you spoke. because suddenly every missed opportunity. every assumption. every day spent healing. every attempt to move on. all came crashing down at once. a phone buzzed and without missing a beat, billie glanced down.
incoming call: nat ♥️
you recognized the name instantly. billie’s opener, now boyfriend. you had suspected it from the obvious flirting you’d witnessed backstage in the green room. her best friend’s brother. your chest ached, but you covered it with a grin anyway. “if you have to take that it’s okay. i understand.”
billie swallowed hard, containing what composure she had left after the bomb that was dropped between the two of you. you nodded, trying not to show any signs of the emotions brewing inside you. “i’m happy for you.” her eyes shimmered with tears, slightly pink. for a second, she looked away. and you couldn’t tell if it was guilt, regret, or grief. maybe all three.
“it was really good seeing you.” her voice cracked. “you too.” you echoed. billie stood and walked to the front counter, her tattooed hand grabbed her slightly-watered down iced latte from the front counter. looked at you one last time and smiled. the same smile you’d fallen in love with years ago.
“see you around, babe.” you both knew she wouldn’t. neither of you exchanged numbers. neither of you asked. some doors only hurt more when you try to reopen them.
billie turned and walked out of the café. the bell above the café door chimed softly as she stepped outside. you watched her disappear into the afternoon crowd. and for a long time after she was gone, you couldn't stop staring at the door. for the first time in a long time, the wound you’d spent years healing felt fresh again.
billie made it halfway into her house before she fell apart. her vision blurred. she ran to her room and gently sat on her bed, one hand covering her mouth as a broken sound escaped her chest.
"fuck." the word came out strangled. another breath. another. but it didn't help. because all she could think about was the look on your face when you'd told her you never got the messages. all those months. all that time. you hadn't ignored her. you hadn't rejected her. you hadn't decided you were better off without her.
you never knew.
billie hands slid down her face smearing the mascara she had put on that morning. tears streamed down her face unchecked. she thought about that night in the hotel room. the way her hands had shaken while she typed. the way she'd stared at her phone for weeks afterward waiting for an answer that never came.
she remembered crying herself to sleep, believing so many falsehoods as faith. that you had moved on. that you didn't want her anymore. god. you never even saw the messages. a laugh escaped her through the tears. except it wasn't really a laugh. it sounded more like grief. because suddenly every memory hurt. every moment she'd spent missing you. every relationship she'd thrown herself into trying to move forward.
times she'd told herself that things happened for a reason. all of it. wasted. not because the two of you had failed. not because you didn't love each other enough. because of a phone number. a fucking phone number. billie buried her face in her hands.
for a few minutes, she let herself mourn. not you. she'd been mourning you for years. she mourned the future she'd lost. the one where you would’ve answered. where she picked up the phone and heard your voice, the two of you would have met for coffee six months after the breakup instead of a year and a half later.
maybe it would’ve worked it out. she’d have learned how to balance fame and love. she’d come home to you. that version of her life had died before it ever got the chance to exist. now she was standing at its funeral.
eventually, the tears slowed. her breathing steadied. the ache remained. it probably always would. billie wiped her face with the hem of her shirt and looked down at her phone. three missed calls. all from nat. she stared at the screen for a long moment. then pressed call. it rang twice.
"hey, baby." nat's voice came through the speaker, warm and familiar. "everything okay?"
billie closed her eyes. for a second, she almost broke again. but then she pictured you sitting in that coffee shop. healed. moving forward. living a life that no longer had room for the two of you. she mumbled, “yeah i’m fine.” billie held back her sniffles so she didn’t spiral into a sob. she quickly wrapped up the conversation and hung up, wanting to be alone in her thoughts.
the silence carried on around her as if nothing had happened. like she hadn't just discovered that the greatest heartbreak of her life had been a misunderstanding, right when she had just healed from the pain and loss; after she buried the last remaining idea of what could have been. with one final thought towards you, billie had a realization, clear in her mind.
reader’s livestream is joined by Billie and their reaction only confirms the fan theories. 🫀
no warnings. fem!reader.
wc. 1k.
“Alright,” your eyes flicked across the screen triple checking everything was working. “We are live. Hi guys!” You waved at the already buzzing screen.
It was 15 to midnight and in a spell of boredom you decided to hit the ‘LIVE’ tab on Insta. You knew your fans would gladly keep you company, it was also a way to connect with them in a world of pedestaled celebrities. You liked to interact with the people who caused your fame after all.
Humming while reading the chat, your face is just lightly illuminated by the screen and the dim, warm lamps in your room.
“Hi Sydney, I love you too,” you reply to comments here and there.
“Ask me questions I’m booored.” Dragging out the vowel, you whine at the growing audience.
7k. 10k. 35k. 50k people watching. You select comments to answer.
“WHEN ARE YOU COMING TO TOKYO? I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!” You giggle reading the question in the tone it was written. “I love you too! Whenever the next tour is which is… I don’t know.” You grin, leading the viewers on with a side eye to the camera.
“Ummm…” your eyes scan the screen. “Favorite band? I’ve been listening to a lot of Beach House’s stuff lately.”
“Who am I dating?” You add a shocked voice and give the camera a disapproving look, much like a scolding mother. “Why do you care so much?”
The chat goes even faster. People arguing about respecting your privacy, others giving their guesses. A certain name seems to appear again and again.
“Billie Eilish?” You read aloud without thinking. Eyes wide you attempt to cover up your slip. “What about Billie Eilish?” Oh. That about Billie Eilish.
The chat speeds up for a moment.
It’s not your fault you’ve been photographed a few too many times together in the past year. Paparazzi always knew how to find you two no matter how private you tried to keep your relationship.
Luckily, Billie and you had historically been best friends. So while no one could actually confirm these were dinner dates, you two could always claim it was a friendly outing.
Of course it never stopped anyone from speculating and forming rumors; rumors that were true.
Your eyes try to focus for more questions but the chat goes by too quick.
“Billie and I are friends..?” You offer the information feigning oblivion to the rumors.
“Okay what else?” But you’re soon interrupted by a text from your publicist.
You should get off the live yn.
Your eyes noticeably flick up at the buzz, smirking slightly at being treated like a child. The chat starts guessing again.
@ ynfan.page45 - Oooooo who is she smiling at?? 👀
“Guys. It’s just my publicist.” You reply without thinking again, talking to the chat like it’s your closest friend.
No wonder your publicist kept a close eye on you.
@ iloveyn - she’s in trouble guys..
“No. No no. She was just reminding me of a meeting I have tomorrow.” You play it off. “Now ask me questions!”
@ yn_fav_fan - how close are you with Billie?
“How close am I with Billie? We’re friends you freaks.” You huff and roll your eyes playfully.
@ ynstan4lifeee - where’s your necklace from? it’s so cute and I love you.”
“I love you too. Umm…” You grab the necklace and look down at it, trying to remember.
It was a gift from Billie. For your birthday she gave you a necklace you had briefly admired in a store one day during an outing of yours’.
“It was a birthday gift, from a friend. It’s Van Cleef, one of my favorite jewelry houses.”
@ no.1editzz - She’s casually wearing a gifted 10 motif💀
@ paparazzi_foryn - wow they must love you a lot. but not as much as i do❤️❤️
You sheepishly smile at the chat. You had never thought of how ridiculous it was Billie had gifted you a several thousand dollar necklace. One you did wear constantly and cherished, but thousands of dollars nonetheless.
@ yn.is.bae - isn’t it past your bedtime?
“It is not past my bedtime. My mom didn’t give me one,” you grin.
@ billieeilish - are you sure girly?
Your eyes go wide for only a moment but it’s caught by the viewers regardless.
@ i.heart.yn - 🚨SHES BLUSHING OVER BILLIE!!🚨
The chat goes insane over Billie’s appearance, but mostly because of your reaction. A subtle look of nervousness makes the viewers speculate even more.
“Billie is here?” You eye the screen. “Billie… Get the fuck out of here…” you hold back a giggle trying to act mad.
@ billieeilish - wow and i thought my favorite girl would want to see me. guess not
The viewers are only being fed now. And you know Billie knows it. For such a private person, her random act of courage takes you by surprise. Not only that but her attitude, flirting with you in public now.
The crowd makes her confident, she gets to be Billie Eilish now. Not just your public best friend and private girlfriend.
@ billieeilish - don’t you have a meeting tomorrow?
You raise an eyebrow. “How long have you been hiding in my live Bills?” Risky nickname.
Your publicist texts you again.
“Okay… you guys are right. It is past my bedtime.”
Glancing at the time in the corner of the screen you see it’s only 12:32.
“Well, this was fun. I love getting to talk to you guys. I love you all so much, take care of yourselves. Goodnight.”
@ billieeilish - sweet dreams princess
And with one final flush of your face you end the live.
Immediately you get another text. This time from Billie.
i hope you’re not actually going to bed
You smile and reply: maybe. maybe not.
well i hope it’s not. call me. i wanna see your pretty face
You take a deep breath. God, you think. My publicist is gonna kill me.
a/n. thought this was cute, hope you liked it, sorry it’s short. i do take requests! 🫀
the storm had been building all night. heavy rain against the glass, wind howling through the trees, the low rumble of thunder rolling closer and closer.
you sat curled on the couch, blanket around your shoulders, trying to pretend you weren’t nervous. but every flash of lightning lit up the living room, and every crash of thunder made your body tense.
billie watched you from the armchair, legs spread, hoodie loose around her frame. her eyes were dark, reflecting the lightning, and she hadn’t looked away in a long time.
“you’re jumpy,” she murmured finally, her voice low, rough.
“it’s just the storm,” you muttered.
her mouth twitched, almost a smirk. “nah. you’re not scared of the storm. you’re scared of me.”
your heart stuttered. “billie—”
but she was already moving. rising from the chair, slow and deliberate, crossing the room until she stood over you. the blanket slipped from your shoulders as her hand gripped your jaw, tilting your head back to meet her eyes.
“you think i don’t notice the way you look at me?” she asked, voice a low growl under the thunder. “the way you’re waiting for me to break?”
her lips crashed onto yours before you could answer. the kiss was brutal, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way in until you whimpered. her other hand was already tugging the blanket away, fingers dragging down your body, claiming.
“upstairs,” she ordered, pulling you to your feet.
the storm raged outside as she shoved you toward her bedroom, the house shaking with each thunderclap. by the time you stumbled inside, she was already at her drawer, pulling out the harness.
your breath caught when you saw the strap—thick, dark, gleaming faintly in the flashes of lightning through the window.
she strapped it on with practiced ease, glancing at you once with a look that made your knees weak.
“strip. now.”
you obeyed, fumbling with your clothes until you were bare, the cold air raising goosebumps across your skin.
billie pushed you onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator, her mouth dragging down your neck. her teeth sank in hard enough to bruise, and you cried out, arching into her.
“mine,” she growled, leaving another mark on your collarbone. “say it.”
“yours mommy,” you gasped.
her hand closed around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse race. she smirked. “good girl.”
her mouth moved lower, sucking a hickey into your breast before biting your nipple, tugging until you cried out. her other hand pinched and rolled the other, alternating pain and pleasure until you were trembling.
“look at you. all worked up and i haven’t even fucked you yet.”
the tip of the strap pressed against your entrance, sliding through your folds, smearing slick along the length. she teased you with shallow thrusts, just the head pushing in before pulling back out, over and over until you were begging.
“billie, please—”
lightning split the sky, thunder cracking so loud it rattled the windows. she slammed into you at the same moment, burying herself to the hilt.
you screamed, back arching off the bed, nails clawing at the sheets. the stretch was overwhelming, delicious, and she groaned, hips grinding deep.
“fuck, you feel so good like this. so fucking tight.”
her thrusts started slow, deliberate, dragging out the stretch, making you feel every inch. each snap of her hips was perfectly timed with the thunder, like the storm was following her lead.
then—she snapped.
her pace turned brutal, relentless, slamming into you so hard the headboard thudded against the wall. you were moaning, crying out, body shaking as she fucked you deeper, harder, faster.
her hand returned to your throat, squeezing lightly, forcing your gaze up to her.
“look at me while i ruin you.”
your orgasm built fast, heat coiling tight, your walls clenching around the strap.
“don’t cum yet,” she growled, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. “hold it.”
you sobbed, nails digging into her arms, but she wouldn’t relent. thrust after thrust, the pleasure coiled tighter, unbearable.
finally—her lips at your ear, voice low, commanding.
“now.”
the release tore through you violently, your whole body convulsing, scream drowned by the thunder. your walls spasmed around the strap, clenching so hard she groaned, grinding through your climax.
but she didn’t stop.
she fucked you through it, past it, until tears streaked your cheeks, until you were begging for mercy. her teeth sank into your throat again, marking you, claiming you, while her pace only grew rougher.
another orgasm ripped through you, then another, until you were shaking uncontrollably, voice hoarse from screaming.
warnings: swearing, homophobia, making out, use of y/n, the f slur, abuse
genre: angst, fluff
sypnosis: your strict, homophobic mom catch fem!teen!reader and silverhair!billie together
please dont read this if you're not comfortable with anything in the warnings or anything.
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you were laying on top of billie, your cheek on her chest and hands in her hair, silky silver locks weaving through your fingers. her right hand was on your jaw, left under your shirt on your ribs while her mouth moved against yours.
you shuddered when she bit down your lip. you pulled away for air and looked up at her.
"bills, I ever tell y' how pretty you are?"
"all the time mamas" she replied, pulling you further up her body, holding you close so she could nuzzle into your neck, breathing in the scent of cinnamon and cherries.
a calm silence filled aura enveloped the two of you.
it was quickly flipped around, wrung out, and beaten to death as finneas' pleading could be heard. through the wall. "no- no you don't have to go in there!" the door was slammed open by a familiar fuming face. your mother.
you scrambled off her and your throat tightened. you had a small purple hickey on your neck and you were literally in her hoodie, in her bed "u-uh mom?"
"y/n y/l/n what the fuck is going on?" She yelled. if this was a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of her ears and nose.
you were frozen, shaking. billie put her hand in your thigh but you brushed it off and stood up "i-i" you stuttered.
billie just watched. she was upset you brushed her off but she understood. she knew how your mom was. and it wasn't pretty.
"answer me, y/n." she approached. you could smell the dinner on her breath and see the anger in her eyes. "I told you your curfew was 7 and its 7:35."
"i-i didn't know.." you flinched at her tone and looked down "I lost track of time"
"yeah, because you were busy being gay. I should've known you weren't just friends, I mean look at you, cuddling her. do better, y/n. were going home right now" she snapped, grabbing your arm with a white knuckle grip and dragging you away from billie.
you let out a gasp of pain and that's when billie stoofd up and finneas stepped in. "alright that's enough" finneas started but was interrupted by your mom
"No. I don't want any of you being friends anymore. I thought I could trust you, finneas, and Billie? don't even get me started on you. I knew you were a bad influence on her, trying to become famous just to leave my daughter."
you looked up to your mom, then to billie "is that true?" you asked, now on the verge of tears, looking at billie straight in her eyes.
"no— why would I ever even do that? w— that's so fucking stupid" she said. she was confused on why you would even believe your mom.
"she's lying to you, y/n. c'mon were leaving" she said sternly glaring at billie and dragging you out. your eyes didn't leave hers though, the betrayal struck your heart down. you couldn't believe how stupid you must've looked, actually believing that she loved you.
in the car your mom was screaming at you. it was hard to focus. the traffic lights beamed at you, the wind on the outside if the car scraping against it, and your moms angry presence was overwhelming. when she pulled into the driveway your phone was blown up with messages from billie and finneas
"y/n I wasn't going to do any of that, i swear i dont know what shes on about." "please answer me." "im sorry"
"please answer billie" "Idk what your moms on about" "my sister isn't lying to you, trust me y/n"
you read them
you ignored them
"out now" your mom spat, unlocking the car door. you knew you were in for shit now that you were home. no bystanders, no curios drivers looking into loud cars, no cameras. just you, your mom and your dog.
you took a shaky breath and stepped out and into your home house.
the door slammed shut behind you and you knew it before you felt it. she grabbed your hair and turned you around to face her "who the fuck are you. I didn't raise a fucking faggot"
"I'm sorry" you whispered
"sorry won't cut it. you didn't come home on time, I come to billiies and you're on top of her. what's gotten into you" she pulled you closer. close enough to be in the water zone
your eyes stung with tears and she slapped you
"dint start crying you did this to yourself. I want you out of my house. now." she screamed "do you understand me?"
you nodded
"use your fucking words"
"Yes mom" you muttered as she let go of you, pushing you toward the door.
you didn't bother grabbing anything. you just started running out. you ran. your vision blurred and tour breath shaky. you didn't care that it took 30 minutes to get to their house, you knew the way and you were going. you tripped on your laces and sat in a pile of tears, mud and blood for a few minutes, right by her house until you felt a pair of arms wrap around you.
"I've got you, shush, I'm here baby" she whispered. you immediately knew it was her and your tears burst even harder "I shouldn't have let you leave, I'm sorry"
"n-no I—"
she cut you off "shhhh, its okay now. you're safe now" she pulled away to wipe a few of your tears but they just streamed back down.
with the help of finneas, she took you inside, up to her room and just laid with you back on top of her.
"i-it hurts, bils" you whispered.
"where? what hurts babygirl" she mumbled, cupping your face.
"everywhere" you had cuts and bruises forming on your palms and knees from the fall, makes on your arms from the pure dragging, you and the worst headache and on top of that, your cheek was stinging from the hit.
"let me.clean you up" she said.
the rest of your night was spent with her gentle touch and reassurance, finneas doing most of the medical shit and LOTS of cuddles. Maggie accepted you to live woth them with open arms.
the next day, you made a list of things you wanted from your house, which you all went to get together.
can you write a fic based on billie wanting to film r and her having sex (but like with sub!top!billie pleassee)
i love ur work and i'm sooo happy ur backkkk
kind of not proofread sorry!
"but baby what am i gonna do so far away from you!" billie says in front of you. the both of you were both lying in bed while billie brushed her fingers through your hair. billie had just brought up the fact that the two of you were going to go without sex for 2 months on her first leg of tour.
you laughed at how much she needed you but brushed off the topic. the topic changed, and the two of you talked about random things before it got quiet. you could hear billie's breathing getting heavier.
"what's wrong pretty? what's got your head thinking so hard?" you ask
billie smiled softly, "i want to record us, make a video. something to keep me company when i'm missing you." her eyes sparkled with joy and you could see how much she wanted it. " a video, hm?"
your voice was quiet as you whispered in her ear softly running your fingers down her back. "what kind of video do you want to film sweet girl?"
billie whined burying her head in your neck, "you know what i mean baby" she mumbled.
"do i? can you remind me baby?" you tease.
"wanna film us having sex," billie whispers clawing at your clothes.
you laugh quietly and nod at her to go set up the camera. she shot up quickly running to set it up.
she propped the phone up on the bedside table, angling it to capture the entire bed, ensuring everything would be captured. the camera lens stared back at them, a silent witness to the scene about to unfold.
"gonna show you what a good girl i am for you" billie says excitedly. "yeah? gonna be good for me?" you breathe out in anticipation.
your breath caught as billie's lips brushed against your core. the feeling of billie's tongue sending shivers through your body. your back arched, pushing your hips upwards, as she ate you out. billie's mouth was relentless, her tongue flicking and probing, driving you to the brink of ecstasy.
"fuck baby" you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. "doing so good f'me, making me feel so good, pretty."
billie's moaned at the praise, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. she could get drunk off the taste of you and bathed your continuous praise.
as your moans grew louder, billie slipped two fingers inside curling them to find that sweet spot that would send you over the edge. your body tensed, muscles clenching around billie's fingers as you cried out in release.
"yesss baby. so good for me always. always been my good girl" your voice echoed through the room, pushing billie to continue, savoring the taste of your orgasm.
billie crawled up your body, leaving a trail of kisses along your chest. before kissing your lips passionately.
you laughed, a playful glint in your eyes. "can't wait to watch it back. maybe we should make a few more, just to be sure."
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