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๋࣭ ⭑𝓂ovie night {B.E}

summary: you record billie as she’s getting fucked out by you!!

word count: 1.4k

cw: EXPLICIT CONTENT, strap usage, swearing, degradation, SMUT, subtop!billie,dom!reader

the red light of the camera blinked, a tiny, hungry eye in the dim hotel room. it was aimed at the bed, at the chaos of sheets and the sprawl of limbs in the center of it. at billie.

“fuck,” she breathed, the sound half-gasp, half-whine. her back was arched, a perfect, desperate bow, pushing her tits up towards the ceiling. they bounced with every sharp thrust of your hips, a mesmerizing rhythm you were capturing forever. “look at ‘em. are you gettin’ how good they look right now?”

you angled your phone down slightly, panning from her face, scrunched up in pleasure, to her chest. the screen was a perfect, glossy window to her debasement. her nipples were tight, dusky peaks, begging for a mouth that wasn’t there. “i’m getting it,” you murmured, your voice a low, steady counterpoint to her frantic whimpers. “i’m getting everything.”

she preened under the attention of the lens, even as her body was completely subject to yours. it was a delicious contradiction, the core of what made her so addictive. she’d flex her arms, a show of strength that was utterly betrayed by the way her pussy clenched around you, slick and welcoming. “you gonna watch this later?” she asked, a sly, fucked-out grin stretching her lips. “gonna watch me when you’re all alone and remember how i fuck you?”

“i’m going to watch it and remember how i fuck you,” you corrected, punctuating the statement with a particularly deep roll of your hips. the sound she made was somewhere between a sob and a moan, her head falling back against the pillows, her throat a long, vulnerable column. the chain of her necklace glittered there, catching the light.

“god, yes,” she agreed, no longer able to manage her teasing braggadocio. her hands, which had been flexing on your biceps, flew to her own breasts. she cupped them, squeezing them together for the camera, presenting them like an offering. “play with my nipples,” she demanded, but it came out a plea. “please? pinch ‘em. make it hurt.”

you set the phone on the nightstand, propping it against the lamp for a stable, wide shot. the frame was perfect: her entire body, yours moving above her, the slick sheen of sweat on your skin. freeing your hands, you leaned over her, the strap shifting inside her and drawing a fresh cry. you did as she asked, your fingers finding her sensitive peaks and rolling them, pinching hard.

her reaction was instantaneous. her whole body jolted, legs tightening around your waist, pulling you deeper. “fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck—” the chant was a prayer, a litany to the pleasure-pain you were administering. her hips began to move in earnest, meeting your thrusts with a frantic, sloppy rhythm. she was trying to take control, to set the pace, but it was a losing battle. every grind of her hips was just a plea for more, a surrender in a different form.

“you’re so fucking desperate for it,” you whispered against her jaw, your teeth scraping the skin there. her whole body shuddered, a silent acknowledgment. “look at you. putting on a show for the camera, but really, you’re just a mess for me, aren’t you?”

she couldn’t answer. she just shook her head, a denial that was a confession. her tits were still pushed up between your bodies, soft and pliant against your chest. she was trying so hard to be the one in charge, the one with the power, flexing and showing off and demanding what she wanted. but with every stroke of the strap, every cruel twist of your fingers, she was proving the opposite. her body was yours. her pleasure was yours. the video you were making was yours.

“say it,” you commanded, your hips snapping forward, hard and fast. “tell the camera who’s fucking you.”

her eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused, trying to find the little red light. she licked her swollen lips. “you are,” she breathed, the words cracking. “you are.”

“and whose tits are these?” you squeezed one for emphasis.

a whine escaped her throat, high and broken. “yours.”

“whose messy little pussy is this?”

she whimpered, grinding against you, chasing her release. “yours. god, it’s yours.”

“good girl.” you reached over, picked up the phone, and brought it in close, right to her face. “now, look at the camera,” you said, your voice soft but absolute. “and show me what it looks like when my cock makes you cum.”

her entire body locked. for a single, suspended second, she was a statue caught in the headlights of your phone’s lens. her pupils swallowed the blue of her irises, a wide, black abyss of pure sensation. the muscles in her neck stood out like cords as her head tipped back, a silent scream caught in her throat. then, the dam broke.

a choked sob wrenched its way out of her, raw and unrestrained. “gonna— gonna—” she managed to gasp before the words dissolved into a high-pitched keen. her body convulsed, a violent shudder starting in her core and radiating outwards. her thighs clamped around your waist like a vise, her heels digging into your ass, pulling you impossibly deeper as if she could fuse you into one being. her tits, still pressed between you, shook with the force of her orgasm, a frantic, final jiggle for the camera. the slick, wet sounds of the strap driving through her clenching heat were louder than her cries now, a percussive rhythm to her undoing.

you kept your phone steady, a merciless documentarian, capturing the flutter of her eyelids, the tear that escaped and tracked a path through the sheen of sweat on her temple, the way her jaw went slack with utter abandon. you didn’t stop moving, giving her no quarter, drawing out the pleasure until it was an agony.

“still looking,” you prompted, your voice a dark murmur. “give them more.”

she seemed to hear you through the fog of her orgasm, a flicker of awareness in her dazed eyes. with a monumental effort, she focused back on the lens. a fresh wave of heat washed over her face, a deep blush at being so seen, so recorded, so completely owned. her breath hitched. she tried to speak, to form one last, witty, defiant retort, but all that came out was a broken, breathy, “oh, fuck.”

her body went limp then, a complete and total surrender. she sank back into the mattress, boneless and spent, her limbs falling away from you. the only movement was the gentle rise and fall of her chest and the occasional, full-body shudder that traced the ghost of her orgasm. you held the camera on her for a long moment, capturing the aftermath: the blissed-out expression, the swollen lips, the tousled dark hair spread across the pillow like a halo. a perfect, ruined masterpiece.

finally, you stopped the recording. the red light vanished, plunging the room into a deeper, more intimate gloom. you tossed the phone onto the bed beside her, the soft thud startling a whimper from her.

she blinked slowly, turning her head to look at you. the bravado was gone, evaporated in the heat of her release. all that was left was a soft, pliant need. her tongue darted out to wet her lips again. “did you get it?” she whispered, her voice raspy.

you leaned down, pressing a soft, almost chaste kiss to her shoulder. “i got it all.”

a slow, lazy smile spread across her face. “good,” she murmured, her eyes drifting shut. “now show me.”

you didn’t move, letting the silence settle, thick and heavy as the humid air in the room. her breath was the only metric of time, a slow, even rhythm that gradually calmed from the frantic panting of moments before. after a long minute, her eyelids fluttered open, the blue of her irises soft in the gloom, hazy and unfocused like the aftermath of a storm.

“show me,” she repeated, the request a bare whisper now, stripped of all demand. it was a plea, a vulnerability she only showed you in these quiet moments after the tempest had passed.

you smiled, a slow, private curve of your lips. you reached for the phone, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. you lay down beside her, propping yourself up on an elbow, and shifted the screen so it was between you. your thumb found the playback button.

the world shrank to the six-inch rectangle. the video started with a slight jostle, your hands finding the perfect angle. and then there she was. on screen, billie’s head tipped back, a perfect column of throat presented to the camera as you entered her. a small, sharp gasp echoed from the phone’s speaker, a ghost of the sound you’d just heard live.

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