bed chem :: billie eilish x photographer!fem!reader
synopsis :: billie didn't want you to go to work so early on a monday. so, you enter into an extremely pleasant negotiation.
warnings :: cunnilingus; curse words; fingering; sub!billie; dom!reader; billie being a cutie with u; morning sex; english isn't my first language so im sorry if the writing sucks lol; first time writing here btw
the first rays of sunlight slipped through the cracks in the window, slowly illuminating the room as if the light itself was too lazy to wake up. thin golden layers slid across the wooden floor, climbed over the scattered clothes, reached the bed, and found billie.
her blue eyes opened slowly, heavy with sleep, still blurry. she blinked once, twice, feeling the brightness invade her vision while her brain took its time understanding where she was, what day it was, why the sun was already so high.
the first thing she noticed was the cold.
not the cold of the room, although the breeze coming through the slightly open window made her skin prickle, but the absence of warmth beside her. the empty space in the bed where you should have been. the wrinkled sheet, already cold. the pillow beside her without the imprint of a head, without the smell of your hair.
billie frowned.
she sat up slowly, hands propped on the mattress while her blonde hair fell messily over her bare shoulders. the sheet slipped down to her waist, revealing pale skin marked by purple bruises scattered across her neck, her shoulders, and her chest, silent reminders of the night before.
she looked around.
the room was a mess.
the clothes — hers and yours — were mixed together on the floor as if they had been ripped off in a hurry, with urgency. the blue shirt she'd worn to dinner was crumpled near the armchair. your black mini-skirt, the one you had been wearing and that she loved seeing on you, was thrown at the foot of the bed. one of her shoes lay on its side near the door. yours was tucked beneath the nightstand.
billie felt heat rise to her face as she remembered why.
last night had been intense. you'd come home early from work on friday, she recalled, and made dinner, something simple, pasta with tofu, because she was tired and you knew comfort food was exactly what she needed. later, you'd gone to the bedroom early. definitely not to sleep. what happened between those four walls had left billie breathless, voiceless, and without the strength to leave bed the next day.
saturday and sunday had been gloriously lazy.
and now it was monday.
and you weren't beside her, as you should be.
the brief smile that had appeared on her lips as she recalled the night faded as quickly as it came. her eyes scanned the room, searching for you; searching for any sign.
the bathroom.
the light.
there was a thin golden line escaping from beneath the bathroom door, and billie let out a sigh she hadn't realized she was holding. you were there. you hadn't left. you hadn't left her alone without warning. you were simply in the bathroom.
but time passed.
and billie remained sitting in bed, arms wrapped around her own knees, the white sheets twisted around her body like an improvised cocoon. the morning breeze made her bare shoulders prickle, but she didn't lie back down. she didn't move. she just stared at the bathroom door, her patience wearing thinner with every passing minute.
her fingers tightened around the fabric of the sheet.
what were you doing in there, anyway? she had already heard the shower turn off a while ago. the minutes dragged on, and billie felt the familiar morning irritability, the one that always appeared when she woke up without you by her side, begin to grow in her chest. her lower lip jutted out into a pout without her even noticing.
then the doorknob turned.
the metallic click made billie look up immediately.
the door opened slowly, and you appeared in the doorway, wrapped in the golden light of dawn streaming through the bedroom window. your hair was still slightly damp at the tips, your face freshly washed, and you were drying your hands on a towel when your eyes found the sleepy figure sitting on the bed.
you smiled. an immediate, genuine smile that made something in billie's chest warm despite the lingering grumble she was still nursing.
you dropped the towel onto the dresser and crossed the room. your steps were quick and determined, weaving without ceremony around the scattered clothes until you reached the bed. without hesitation, you climbed onto the mattress and stopped right in front of her, your weight resting on your elbows as you propped yourself beside her head.
billie kept the pout on her lips.
you let out a soft laugh — that gentle sound she loved — and raised your hand to brush away a strand of blonde hair that had fallen across her face. your fingers glided over her forehead, traced the curve of her temple, then disappeared into her hair.
"good morning, princess."
billie answered with an unintelligible murmur, something low and sleepy that was probably her attempt at wishing you good morning too.
then she simply watched you.
her blue eyes followed your every movement attentively, as though she were waiting for something.
and, in fact, she was.
she wanted a kiss.
your smile widened when you realized exactly what was going on inside that sleepy little head of hers. leaning forward, you pressed your lips to hers.
the moment the kiss happened, billie relaxed. the tension left her shoulders, her eyes closed for a moment, and she allowed herself to enjoy the familiar feeling. it was brief, simple, but enough to completely improve the start of her morning.
when you pulled away, however, her reaction was immediate.
billie raised an eyebrow, clearly dissatisfied with how short the kiss had been.
as if she were demanding another one.
"a grumpy princess, hm?"
billie rolled her eyes.
a quiet laugh slipped past your lips before you could stop it.
"what are you doing up?" she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep as her eyes drifted to the empty side of the bed. "why weren't you here?"
"because..." you smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. "i have to work, baby. remember? i told you on friday i had a photoshoot on monday at 8:30." you glanced toward the clock. "it's already 7:30."
billie didn't answer right away.
at first, her expression barely changed. but you knew her far too well not to catch the tiny flicker of annoyance in her eyes. the thought of you leaving before eight on a monday morning clearly wasn't something she was willing to accept.
you barely had a second to process it.
without a word, billie reached up, wrapped both arms around your neck, and tugged you straight back down onto the bed.
the two of you fell onto the mattress rather abruptly. billie landed on her back, her chest partially exposed and her pale skin prickling once again from the cool air. you ended up practically on top of her, supporting part of your weight on your arms so you wouldn't crush her.
your faces were so close that you could feel each other's breath.
"baby, stay" she asked softly, her voice carrying that melodic sleepiness that always made it difficult to say no. "... i don't wanna be alone."
the expression on your face immediately softened.
"you won't be alone, silly girl. shark's in the living room. he can keep you compa..."
"nooo...!" billie pouted, interrupting you before you could finish. she hugged your neck a little tighter, gently pulling you back toward her with a sleepy little smile. "stay with me. i wanna cuddle with you all morning."
an inevitable smile appeared on your lips.
"trust me, baby, i want that too. but it's monday and i have to work. unfortunately."
you leaned down and kissed her gently. and for a moment, billie relaxed beneath you.
the tension left her shoulders, and her eyes closed, enjoying every second of the affection. but the moment you pulled away, the pout immediately returned.
holding back a laugh, you brushed your nose against hers and placed another kiss on her cheek.
"baby, don't be sad. i'll be back in a few hours..."
billie didn't answer, and you didn't insist.
instead, you let your lips drift to her jawline, placing a lingering kiss there before slowly moving down to her neck. the kisses came unhurriedly, soft and spaced apart, as though you were trying to improve her mood through affection alone.
some were placed just beneath her ear, others along the delicate curve of her neck. between one kiss and the next, your lips lingered against her skin for a few seconds, enjoying the pleasant warmth radiating from her body.
you closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.
there was that scent.
the scent that always seemed to belong only to billie.
you had never been able to describe it accurately. it wasn't just the smell of her shampoo, nor her lotion, nor the perfume she usually wore. it was a mixture of all those things combined with something that was simply hers.
and honestly, you couldn't imagine ever finding anything that compared to this, to her. so you pressed another gentle kiss to her skin, then another, and another after that, lingering a little longer each time simply because you could.
"baby, don't go…" you heard billie plead softly. "please…"
the plea came with a slight tightening of her arms around your neck. you raised an eyebrow.
"hm," you hummed, nibbling at her sensitive skin. "and what exactly would you offer me to stay?"
billie let out an indignant grumble.
"y/n. don't do this."
"do what, princess?"
"that thing."
"what thing?"
"acting like you don't know what i'm talking about."
a smug, satisfied smile lingered on your lips as you looked away, dropping your attention to her collarbone. the hickeys you had left last night were there, exposed — purple, vivid, a mark that she was yours. you ran your mouth slowly over one of them, feeling the warm skin, and sucked lightly, just to see her body tremble again.
your hand slid down her body with calculated, teasing slowness until it found one of her full breasts. you closed your fingers around it, squeezing firmly, feeling the weight, the warmth, the softness almost overflowing between your fingers. she gasped, a trembling, hoarse sound that made you smile against her neck.
you began to massage in slow back-and-forth motions, feeling every inch of the soft skin, every time her body gave away a tremor she tried to hide. you pinched the hard nipple between your thumb and index finger, pulled lightly, twisted just enough to see her back arch, her body pressing even more against yours.
you salivated.
you tilted your head and ran your tongue slowly over the swollen nipple, tasting the salty skin, before closing your lips around it and sucking hard. she moaned, a muffled sound she clearly tried to hold back, and her hand buried itself in your hair, unsure whether to pull or ask for more.
you released with a wet pop, her nipple glistening, erect, begging for attention.
"you like that, don't you?" your voice came out thick, almost a growl against her skin. "look at you, falling apart already."
a slow, deliberate smile spread across your lips when you saw the expression on her face — those half-lidded eyes, that parted mouth, her breathing already visibly shorter, the way her pupils had swallowed the blue of her irises until they were almost black. billie was trying to hold on to some composure, but her body betrayed every secret with disarming honesty, the fine tremors running through her thighs, the way her fingers twitched against the sheets, the pulse fluttering visibly at the base of her throat.
you were in no rush anymore.
work could wait.
your mouth descended slowly along the curve of her breast, circling the sensitive nipple, tasting the salt of her skin, the faint sweetness of the vanilla lotion she had used the night before. you nibbled at the soft skin with your teeth before soothing it with your tongue, alternating between sucking and biting, feeling every tremor that coursed through her body, every gasp she tried to disguise and failed. the hand that wasn't busy with her breast slid down her belly, tracing the subtle line of muscle beneath the softness, following the curve of her waist, her hip — slow, intentional, as if you had all the time in the world.
billie held her breath.
you felt the muscles of her abdomen contract beneath your fingers as your hand traveled lower, grazing the inside of her thigh with an almost cruel lightness; just the tips of your fingers, barely there, ghosting over the sensitive skin. she shuddered. a visible, full-body shudder that started at her shoulders and rippled all the way down to her toes curling against the sheets. she moved instinctively, trying to press her body into your touch, and you pulled your hand away just enough to frustrate her, your fingers hovering a hair's breadth away from where she wanted them most.
"please" she murmured, her voice so low it was barely audible, almost swallowed by the sound of her own breathing.
you didn't answer. you just smiled against the warm skin of her breast and kept descending with your mouth: across her stomach, your tongue tracing a slow, wet path down the center, stopping at her navel to circle it lazily, feeling the way her belly jumped at the sensation. lower still, across the soft curve of her lower belly, your lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses that left her skin tingling in their wake.
billie was trembling.
not from cold. her skin was hot under your mouth, flushed pink from desire, the scent of her — clean, warm, unmistakably her — filling your senses with every breath you took against her body.
you reached her hip and paused. her hipbone stood out sharply beneath the pale skin, and you bit it gently — just enough pressure to make her gasp — before soothing the spot with your tongue. you lifted your gaze, meeting her blue eyes from between her legs, and the sight was enough to make you want to abandon all pretense of patience.
she was watching you with an expression of pure, unguarded need. her eyes were glazed, dark, her pupils blown wide, her lips parted and shiny where she had been biting them. her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, and her fingers were twisted in the sheets beside her, gripping them like a lifeline.
you held her gaze as you placed a slow kiss on her inner thigh, feeling the soft skin, feeling the heat radiating from so close. another kiss, an inch higher. and another, an inch higher still, each one slower than the last.
she groaned in frustration, her head pressing back into the pillow.
"so damn impatient," you murmured against her skin, your warm breath making her shudder. "i've barely started, baby."
billie threw her head back against the pillow, a sound escaping her throat that was half laugh, half desperate whimper. "you're gonna kill me."
her fingers found your hair — not pulling, just holding — as if she needed something to anchor herself to, some physical proof that you were real and there and not stopping anytime soon.
hou smiled against her skin and then bit her inner thigh. firm enough to leave a mark. she gasped and her hips jerked instinctively, but your free hand was already there, palm flat against her hipbone, pressing her down into the mattress.
"stay still."
she whined — actually whined, low and drawn-out — but she obeyed. her thighs trembled with the effort of staying open, of staying still, of holding herself together when every instinct was screaming at her to move, to grind, to chase the friction she craved.
you took your time.
you kissed the spot you had bitten, soft and apologetic, then dragged your tongue in a slow, wet stripe up to the crease where her thigh met her hip. you inhaled deeply, filling your lungs with the scent of her: already slick, already ready, already desperate.
"god, you smell so fucking good" you muttered against her skin. "you have no idea what you do to me."
"i have some idea" she managed, her voice strained.
"yeah?"
"mhm. you're still here. you should be at work."
"and i couldn't care less."
you finally lowered your mouth to where she needed you most.
the first contact was gentle — just the tip of your tongue, barely brushing against her, exploratory. billie gasped, a sharp intake of breath that turned into a shuddering exhale as you traced a slow line from her entrance up to her clit, tasting her, savoring her.
the moan she let out was unguarded, long and trembling, echoing through the quiet morning room. it was the kind of sound she only made when she forgot to hold back, when she was too far gone to care about dignity or restraint.
you smiled against her and repeated the motion. Slower this time.
"fuck" she breathed, her hips twitching under your restraining hand.
"shh," you said, the sound vibrating against her. "i've got you."
you began in earnest then — your tongue working her in slow, deliberate circles, learning every contour, every sensitive spot, every variation in her breathing that told you she was close. when your tongue found a rhythm that made her fingers twist in the sheets, you stayed there, repeating it until her breathing grew ragged and uneven.
but you wanted more.
you pulled your mouth away just long enough to look at her, to watch the way her chest heaved, the way her eyes were squeezed shut, the way a single tear of pure overwhelm had escaped from the corner of her eye and was sliding down her temple.
"look at me."
she opened her eyes. they were glassy, unfocused, full of desperate trust.
"i want to feel you come on my tongue. can you do that for me?"
she nodded, a quick, jerky motion. "yes! yes... yes, please...!"
"good girl."
you lowered your head again, but this time you didn't stop at her clit. You pressed your tongue flat against her entrance, tasting her fully, feeling the heat and the wetness and the way she clenched at the first contact, searching for more. you pushed inside her — slow, firm, your tongue sliding deep — and the sound billie made was raw and wrecked, a sob of relief and pleasure combined.
you fucked her with your tongue in long, steady strokes, your nose pressing against her clit with each push, and her hands flew to your head, gripping your hair with enough force to sting, holding you there, keeping you exactly where she needed you.
"don't stop, please baby don't stop!"
you didn't.
you pulled your tongue out and replaced it with two fingers, sliding into her wet heat without resistance, and at the same time you closed your lips around her clit and sucked. hard. deliberate. the exact pressure you knew made her vision go white.
billie's back came off the mattress completely, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she teetered on the edge. your fingers curled inside her, searching for that spot, and when you found it — when the rough pad of your fingertip pressed against it and she gasped like she'd been punched — you stayed there, rubbing in tight circles while your tongue worked her clit without mercy.
"i'm... i'm gonna...."
"cum for me, baby. i want to feel you."
she did.
her orgasm crashed through her like a wave through a dam, violent and total. Her body arched, her thighs clamped around your head, and she cried out a broken, beautiful sound as she pulsed around your fingers, wave after wave, while you worked her through every single second of it. her release coated your fingers, your chin, and you didn't stop until her legs fell open, trembling and useless, and she went limp against the mattress like every bone had been pulled from her body.
you withdrew your fingers slowly and brought them to your lips, tasting her one last time, before you crawled up her body and settled beside her.
she was a masterpiece of dishevelment.
her chest rose and fell in deep, ragged heaves. her skin was slick with a thin sheen of sweat, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from biting them. her blonde hair was a tangled mess against the pillow, and her eyes — half-open, hazy, unfocused — were fixed on the ceiling as if she was still processing what had just happened.
you brushed a strand of damp hair from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear.
"you okay?"
she let out a breathy laugh. "i don't know my own name right now."
"that good, huh?"
"that good."
billie turned her head slowly, her blue eyes finding yours. there was a softness there now, beneath the lingering haze of pleasure — a tenderness that made something in your chest ache. she reached up and touched your face, her fingers tracing your jaw, your lips, the corner of your mouth where the taste of her still lingered.
"you're going to be the death of me" she murmured, her voice wrecked and slurred.
you laughed softly, pressing a kiss to her palm. "that's a little dramatic."
"it's really not."
she shuffled closer, tucking her face into the curve of your neck, her breath warm against your skin. you wrapped your arm around her, pulling her tight against your side, feeling every inch of her bare body pressed against yours.
the silence that settled over you was full, comfortable, broken only by the sound of her breathing slowly returning to normal and the distant hum of the city outside. a bird was singing somewhere. a car honked a few blocks away. but in that bed, wrapped in rumpled sheets and morning light, the rest of the world might as well have ceased to exist.
billie was the first to speak.
"so…" she said, her voice still rough, muffled against your neck. "are you gonna call in sick, or…?"
you laughed, the sound vibrating through your chest. "i can't call in sick, baby. i told you, photoshoot at 8:30."
"they can survive without you."
"they could, but i gave my word."
she pulled back just enough to look at you, a pout forming on her lips. but her eyes were smiling, and the pout dissolved almost immediately into a genuine, sleepy grin.
"fine" she sighed, dramatic and exaggerated. "go. abandon me. leave me here alone to fend for myself."
"you have shark."
"shark is a terrible conversationalist."
"but he's an excellent cuddler."
billie laughed, the sound soft and warm, and kissed your shoulder before lying back down.
you glanced at the clock. 7:43.
"i really should go" you said, without conviction.
"mhm... but you're not moving."
"no. i'm not."
she smiled against your skin, and you felt it like a physical thing — the curve of her lips, the warmth of it spreading through your chest.
"five more minutes" she said. "then i'll let you go."
"you'll let me go?"
"i'll consider it."