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The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of the black SUV as it pulled up smoothly in front of the exclusive rooftop restaurant. It was your anniversary — one full year with Billie, and she had insisted on making it special. No clubs, no parties. Just the two of you, a quiet table booked under a fake name, and the kind of night she promised you’d never forget.

The door opened, and there she was.

Billie stepped out first, dressed in an oversized black button-up that somehow looked sinful on her frame, the top few buttons undone just enough to tease the soft skin beneath. Her hair was down, freshly dyed black and those sharp blue eyes found yours immediately. A small, cocky smirk tugged at her lips.

She extended her hand toward you like a perfect gentleman.“C’mon, baby,” she murmured, voice low and warm. “Let me help my girl out.”

You took her hand, feeling the cool metal of her rings against your skin as she gently guided you out of the car. The night air was warm, but the way her fingers laced tightly with yours sent a different kind of heat rushing through you. She pulled you close for a second, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“You look fucking beautiful tonight,” she whispered against your hair, inhaling your scent like she couldn’t get enough. “Can’t wait to have you all to myself later.”

With her hand still firmly holding yours, Billie led you through the elegant entrance. Heads turned — they always did when Billie Eilish walked into a room — but she only had eyes for you. Her thumb brushed soothing circles over the back of your hand as the hostess guided you both to a private corner table overlooking the glittering city skyline.

Billie pulled out your chair like the smooth romantic she could be when she wanted, waiting until you were seated before pushing it in gently. She leaned down, lips brushing your ear as she whispered, just for you: “Happy anniversary, my love.”

She finally sat across from you, those ocean eyes sparkling with something darker already — a promise. The candlelight danced across her face, highlighting the sharp line of her jaw and the soft curve of her lips.

Billie leaned forward slightly, her elbows resting on the table as she looked at you with that hungry, half-lidded gaze that always made your stomach flip. The candlelight made her eyes look even darker, more dangerous.“By the way, baby…” she said, voice low and velvet-smooth, “I already took care of everything. We’re not going home tonight.”

You raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Oh?”

“Mhm,” she smirked, biting her bottom lip for a second. “I booked the penthouse at Chateau Marmont. The big one. Rose petals all over the bed, champagne on ice, and that warm lube you like… the one that makes everything feel even wetter and hotter.”

Her voice dropped even lower, almost a growl. “I can’t fucking wait to have you spread open for me all night. I’m gonna spend hours between your legs, tasting you, fingering you, making you cum until you can’t even say my name properly.”

The filthy promise hit you straight in the core. You squeezed your thighs together under the table, already feeling the heat building.

Before you could answer, Billie reached across the table, grabbed your chin gently but possessively, and pulled you in. Her lips met yours in a deep, passionate kiss right there in the middle of the restaurant. It wasn’t soft — it was hungry. Her tongue slipped past your lips, claiming your mouth like she owned it, while her thumb brushed your jaw. You could taste the faint hint of mint and the sweetness that was just… Billie.

You melted into it, your hand instinctively gripping her wrist.

When she finally pulled back, her lips were slightly swollen and shiny. She looked proud of herself.

But then her eyes flicked toward the large glass windows overlooking the street.

Her expression changed just a little — that familiar mix of annoyance and mischief. “Shit…” she muttered under her breath.

You turned your head slightly and saw it too: movement outside. A group of people with cameras had started gathering near the entrance. Flashes were already going off in the distance, paparazzi moving quickly, trying to find the best angle to shoot through the windows.

Billie’s smirk returned, darker this time.

“Looks like we’ve got company, baby,” she whispered, her fingers still holding your chin. “They want a show? Maybe we should give them one they’ll never forget…”

You pulled back from the kiss just enough to glance toward the windows again, your eyes widening.“Oh my fucking god… Billie, they’re already here,” you whispered, heat rushing to your cheeks. “How the hell did they find us so fast?”

Billie leaned back in her chair, letting out a soft, raspy laugh that made your stomach flutter. Her eyes sparkled with pure amusement as she watched your embarrassed expression, the way you tried to shrink a little in your seat. “Baby…” she chuckled, biting her lip to hold back another laugh. “We’ve been together for two whole years and you still get all shy when the paps show up? It’s so fucking adorable, I can’t even.”

She reached across the table again, taking your hand in hers and intertwining your fingers tightly. Her thumb stroked your skin soothingly, but there was still that mischievous glint in her eyes. “Don’t worry, okay?” she said softly, her voice low and reassuring. “I’ve got you. I always do. They’re not gonna ruin our night. If anything… they might make it more fun.”

You gave her a skeptical look, still feeling the flush on your face, but Billie just smirked wider, leaning in closer so only you could hear her.

“Let them take their pictures. Let them watch how crazy I am for you.” Her eyes dropped to your lips for a second before flicking back up. “Just relax for me, yeah? Tonight I’m taking care of everything… including you.”

Outside, the flashes were getting more frequent, cameras pressed against the glass, trying to capture every angle of the two of you. But Billie didn’t seem bothered at all. If anything, she looked excited.

Billie’s smirk turned downright wicked as the flashes outside intensified. She didn’t even glance at the windows. Instead, she kept her eyes locked on you while her hand slowly disappeared beneath the long white tablecloth.

You felt her fingers brush your knee first, then slide higher, pushing the fabric of your dress up your thighs. Your breath hitched.

“Billie…” you whispered, voice shaky.

“Shh, baby,” she murmured, leaning in like she was just whispering sweet nothings. “They only want a story, right? So let’s give them the best fucking headline of the year.”

Her hand moved boldly between your legs, cupping your heat possessively over your panties. She pressed two fingers against your clothed clit and rubbed slow, teasing circles.

“What’s a better story than Billie Eilish fingering her girlfriend in the most expensive restaurant in Los Angeles?” she whispered hotly against your ear, voice thick with lust. “Too bad they won’t be able to print most of the photos… they’re gonna have to censor the shit out of them.”

Your face burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. You gripped the edge of the table.

“You’re the devil with tits, Billie,” you breathed out, half-laughing, half-moaning.

Billie let out a low, raspy chuckle, clearly pleased.

“And you fucking adore it,” she replied, nipping at your earlobe. “Don’t even pretend you don’t, baby.”

As she said that, her fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties. She tugged them down slowly, deliberately, dragging the lace over your thighs, past your knees, and all the way down to your ankles. With a casual flick of her foot, she kicked them off completely.

Your soaked black panties landed softly on the floor right beside the table — clearly visible to anyone trying to get a shot through the window.

Billie’s eyes gleamed with pure filth as she slid two fingers through your wet folds, parting you open right there under the expensive tablecloth.

“Fuck… already this wet for me?” she groaned quietly. “Good girl.”

Billie’s fingers moved with agonizing slowness, gliding through your slick folds but never pushing inside. She traced lazy patterns over your swollen clit, rubbing gentle circles around it, then sliding down to spread your wetness along your entrance without ever dipping in. Just teasing. Tormenting.

You couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips. It was quiet, but Billie heard it immediately. Her eyes darkened with satisfaction.

“Shhh… easy, baby,” she whispered, voice low and dripping with lust right against your ear. Her breath was hot on your skin. “Be a good girl and smile for me. Look pretty for the cameras.”

You tried. You really did. But another soft, needy whimper slipped out as her fingers pressed firmer against your clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate strokes.

Billie chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“If you don’t smile right now,” she murmured, her middle finger dragging slowly up and down your dripping pussy, “I’m gonna keep touching you like this all night. Just the outside. No fingers inside you. No tongue. Just this… until you’re shaking and begging in front of everyone.”

Your thighs trembled under the table. You forced a shaky smile, trying to look natural even as your cheeks burned and your breathing grew uneven.

“That’s it,” Billie praised softly, her voice thick with arousal. “My pretty girl. Look at you… already whimpering so sweetly for me and we’ve barely started.”

She kept stroking you lazily, fingers slick with your juices, occasionally giving your clit a light pinch that made your hips twitch. The flashes outside kept going, but Billie didn’t care. She was completely focused on the way your body reacted to her touch.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” she breathed. “And all mine.”

Billie’s fingers stayed right where they were, slick with your arousal. She shifted slightly in her seat, getting a better angle under the tablecloth, and then she started moving — slow, feather-light circles around your swollen clit.

Just the tip of her middle finger, tracing lazy, torturously soft loops. Not fast. Not hard. Just enough pressure to make your whole body tense with need.

A quiet, shaky whimper left your throat again.

Billie let out a low, amused laugh, the sound raspy and full of filthy delight.

“I know exactly how much you love this, don’t I?” she whispered, still circling your clit so softly it was driving you insane. “When I touch your pretty pussy like this… all gentle and slow. You get so fucking desperate every time.”

You nodded quickly, biting down hard on your lower lip to keep from moaning out loud. Your teeth dug into the soft flesh as another wave of pleasure rolled through you. The gentle, teasing circles were making your hips twitch under the table, but you tried your best to stay still.

Billie’s eyes were locked on your face, drinking in every little reaction — the way your cheeks flushed darker, the way your lashes fluttered, the way you kept biting your lip like a good girl trying not to fall apart in public.

“Yeah… just like that,” she murmured, voice thick with lust. “Keep biting that lip for me, baby. You look so fucking cute when you’re trying not to moan my name in the middle of this fancy restaurant.”

Her finger never stopped those maddeningly soft circles around your clit, spreading your wetness everywhere, keeping you right on the edge of losing control.

The cameras outside kept flashing.

Your body betrayed you completely.

The slow, teasing circles on your clit were becoming too much. You started squirming in your seat, thighs trembling as you tried to press them together around Billie’s hand. Soft, breathy moans slipped from your lips despite your best efforts to stay quiet.

“Mm… fuck, Billie…” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Billie’s eyes widened with dark delight as you suddenly leaned forward, grabbing the front of her oversized button-up. You pressed your mouth to her neck and started sucking — hard. Wet, open-mouthed kisses turned into needy little hickeys, marking her pale skin right there in the middle of the restaurant.

Billie let out a surprised, raspy laugh, low and filthy.

“Wow… such a whore,” she breathed, still circling your clit with those torturously soft movements. “The second people start watching you, you turn into a complete slut for me, huh?”

You moaned softly against her neck, sucking another mark right below her jaw as your hips rolled subtly against her fingers. You couldn’t help it anymore. The attention, the risk, her touch — it was making you lose control.

Billie’s free hand came up to grip the back of your neck, holding you against her throat while you kept marking her.

“Fuck, baby… keep going,” she groaned quietly, voice thick with arousal. “Mark me up while I play with this soaked pussy. Let them see what a desperate little slut you are for me in public.”

Your whimpers grew a little louder, your squirming more obvious as her finger kept teasing your swollen clit in those maddening circles.

Billie couldn’t hold back anymore.

While you were still sucking on her neck, leaving fresh hickeys, she slid two long fingers deep inside your dripping pussy in one smooth thrust. You gasped sharply against her skin.

“Fuck…” she growled quietly.

She didn’t waste time. Her fingers curled instantly into that perfect come-hither motion, stroking right against your sensitive front wall with practiced precision. She pumped them slowly but deeply, rubbing that spot over and over while her thumb pressed firmly on your clit.

Your eyes rolled back immediately. Your mouth fell open against her neck as a silent moan got caught in your throat. Your whole body tensed, thighs shaking hard under the table as pure pleasure crashed through you.

Billie let out a low, raspy laugh, clearly loving how fast you were falling apart.

“Look at you,” she whispered, voice full of filthy affection. Her fingers kept curling relentlessly inside you, hitting that spot again and again. “Eyes rolling back like a good little slut… right here in public. God, I fucking adore you.”

She kissed the side of your head tenderly even as her fingers fucked you deeper, faster, curling harder with every stroke.

“I adore how wet you get for me… how easily you lose control,” she murmured, her breath hot against your ear. “My perfect dirty girl.”

Your pussy clenched hard around her fingers, soaking her hand as she kept working that come-hither motion without mercy.

Billie’s fingers were relentless inside you — curling hard and fast against that perfect spot, her thumb rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit. Your pussy was soaking her hand, obscene wet sounds barely muffled under the tablecloth.

“I want you to cum for me, baby,” she growled low against your lips, voice thick with lust. “Right fucking now. I’m not stopping until you do.”

You were barely holding it together. Your face was completely contorted in pleasure — eyebrows furrowed, eyes half-rolled back, mouth open as you fought not to scream.

Billie leaned in and crashed her mouth against yours in a deep, messy kiss, swallowing your moans as she started counting right against your lips.

“Ten…” she whispered, curling her fingers harder. “Nine…” Another deep stroke.

Your body started shaking uncontrollably. You were so close it hurt.

“Eight… Seven…” she continued, kissing you filthier, tongue fucking your mouth while her fingers destroyed you under the table.

You were almost screaming into her mouth now, the sound coming out as desperate, broken whimpers and whines. Your face was pure blissed-out agony — eyes squeezed shut, then rolling back again, cheeks flushed dark red.

“Six… Five… Four…” Billie’s voice got rougher, more eager. She kissed you like she wanted to devour you, biting your bottom lip hard.

You were right on the edge, thighs violently trembling, pussy clenching desperately around her fingers.

“Three… Two…” she growled, pumping faster. “Be a good girl and cum for me, baby.”

“Two and a half… One…” Billie growled into your mouth, her fingers curling violently against that sweet spot deep inside you. “Cum for me, baby. Now.”

The orgasm hit you like a freight train.

Your whole body seized up as the intense pleasure exploded through you. You came hard, soaking Billie’s fingers, your pussy clenching and pulsing around her relentlessly. A broken, high-pitched moan tore from your throat, barely muffled by her hungry kiss. Your eyes rolled back completely, face twisted in pure ecstasy as wave after wave crashed over you.

Billie didn’t stop. She kept fucking you through it, fingers pumping steadily, curling, stroking every last bit of pleasure out of your spasming cunt while her thumb pressed firm circles on your throbbing clit.

“That’s it… good fucking girl,” she praised against your lips, voice rough and proud. “Cum all over my fingers like the dirty slut you are.”

Your body shook violently, thighs trembling, hips jerking against her hand as the orgasm dragged on and on. You were seeing stars, barely able to breathe.

Only when you finally started to come down, whimpering and oversensitive, did Billie slowly pull her fingers out of you. She lifted her hand from under the table without shame, her long fingers glistening with your cum right in the candlelight.

With a wicked, satisfied smirk, she brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean — slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on yours the entire time. She moaned softly at your taste, licking between her fingers like it was her favorite dessert.

“Fucking delicious,” she murmured.

Then she leaned back in her chair, looking completely composed while you were still trying to catch your breath, face flushed and fucked-out.

Billie glanced toward the windows where the paparazzi were losing their minds with flashes and cameras.

“Alright, baby… I think we’ve given them enough of a show,” she said casually, that cocky little smirk still playing on her lips. “We’re done entertaining the paps for tonight. Now we’re gonna enjoy our anniversary dinner like the nasty, in-love bitches we are.”

She reached over and gently fixed your dress under the table, then picked up her menu like nothing had happened, though her eyes were still dark with promise.

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