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au: you are a woman of composure, calm, poise. but inside that specific folder in billie's phone, a restricted access to anyone, contains multiple videos of you that is only for billie's eyes to see.
contains: face riding, filming of sex, use of dildo, fingering, scissoring, scratching, a little edging, subtle praising
an here youu gooo. moved away from g!p cuz this is so delishhh??a bit detailed b4 i leave again lol. (not proofread) PART III of Restricted Access
Clip 15: hotel bathroom
➀ Video ▹3:12
billie is holding the phone at arm's length, filming the two of you in the mirror of a dimly lit hotel bathroom. she's standing behind you, her front pressed against your back.
she's is buried in your neck, but her eyes are locked on the camera. watching you break under her touch. you reach back, your fingers tangling desperately in her dark hair, and you yank. her head snaps back, exposing her throat, but she doesn't flinch.
instead, she lets out a sharp, jagged laugh and smirks at the lens.
"yeah, do it again," she dares you, her voice a low vibration you can practically feel through the screen.
she's working her fingers into you—deep, fast, and rhythmic. the audio picks up the wet slap of her hand hitting your thigh. you're a mess, whimpering and leaning all your weight into her.
"b-billie…" you broke.
you grab her forearm—the one she's using to ruin you—and dig your nails in. you see the skin turn white under your claws before red lines start to rise.
but then again, she didn't even flinch. she just hummed and placed a soothing kiss on your damp temple.
billie zooms the camera in on her arm, showing the fresh, angry scratches you’ve left. she looks from the marks back to your face in the mirror, her expression pure, smug satisfaction.
she whispers, "damn, look at what you did. you're such a brat," before she bites the shell of your ear and the clip cuts.
Clip 12: the fucking throne
➀ Video ▹4:10
the phone is propped up on the headboard, tilted down. it captures the back of billie's head and the full view of you pinned beneath her.
billie is sitting directly on your face, her weight fully supported by your shoulders. the camera captures her arched back, the muscles in her spine tensing as she grinds her clit against your mouth.
"that's it baby. shit—right there. stay there for me."
the audio is muffled—your gasps for air mixed with her low, steady moans. she's reaching down, her hands tangled in your hair, guiding your head to make sure you’re hitting every spot.
she starts to pick up the pace, her hips moving in a frantic, circular motion. needy and desperate. you can see her hand come into frame, reaching down to pull her own folds open so you can get deeper.
she's vocal now, a "fuck, fuck, fuck" rhythm that matches her movements. the camera shakes as you try to buck upward to meet her.
billie stiffens, her fingers digging into your scalp so hard her knuckles go white. she presses down with everything she has, cutting off your air for a second as she rides out the wave.
the clip ends with her collapsing forward onto your chest, gasping for breath, the camera catching her sweaty, stupid grin.
Clip 10: needy bitch
➀ Video ▹5:12
the phone is held in billie's left hand. the flash is on, creating a high-contrast, cinematic look that highlights every bead of sweat and every drop of moisture.
the frame is filled with the sight of her rings—heavy, cold silver—slowly parting your folds. you're visible only from the waist down, trembling so hard the bedsheets beneath you are rustling.
but billie didn't like that. she moved her hand to press against your abdomen, stopping you from thrashing around.
"stay fucking still." she commanded and that made you obey against your own will.
when you behaved enough, billie started using her index finger to trace your length, over and over, never quite hitting the center.
the audio is a symphony of your broken whimpers. you hear her voice, a low, sandpaper rasp just off-camera "look how wet you are for me. you're literally dripping, baby. do you want it?"
you hear yourself beg. a soft, pathetic "please, billie," and she just chuckles.
she shifts the camera angle slightly to show her hand moving. in the clear view, her middle fingers are soaked—showing the camera how fucking easy you are. billie lifted her hand slightly to emphasize your slickness, pressing her middle finger and thumb together before pulling it apart — creating a thin string of your own arousal stretching. she catches the thick, clear pre-cum on her fingertips and brings it back to the frame, smearing it over your clit and deep into your entrance.
"fuck—" you gasped. billie leaned the camera to the end of the bed and placed her palm over your mouth.
"better stay quiet for me, hm? do you want mom to hear how much of a fucking slut you are?"
oh.
my.
god.
you totally forgot about maggie and patrick and shark who's pawing outside the door.
and you forgot about how thin the walls are. you whined against her palm. there's nothing you can really do. she's stretching you with her thumb, prepping the tight skin, making sure you’re glistening under the red LED light of her room.
she brings the head of the dildo into the frame. strapped onto her. it's huge, veined, and you can see your future limping. she doesn't go in. she just rubs the head against you, catching on your hood, dragging the length of it through your slickness. you're sobbing now, your hips jerking upward instinctively to find her, but she stays just out of reach.
"tell me whose it is," she demands. you can hear her own breath hitching. she’s just as close as you are.
the camera shakes as she finally commits. she lines herself up and pushes—not fast, but with a steady, crushing weight. the audio captures the loud, wet squelch as the head disappears inside you. your fucking moaned into her palm, a strained note as your body stretches to accommodate her.
she pauses halfway in, letting the camera focus on the way your skin is pulled taut around her base, white-knuckled and pulsing.
the clip ends with her letting out a raspy "fuck, you're so tight," before she slams the rest of the way in, the phone tumbling onto the bed as she grabs your hips to finish you.
Clip 21: stretched
➀ Video ▹6:45
the lighting is professional—dim warm light from her lamp that make the slickness of your skin look like gloss.
billie has you propped up on a stack of pillows, legs spread so wide it's almost clinical. she's not even touching you yet—she's just holding the phone inches away from your clit. you see the pulse of your own heart in your folds.
billie's voice is a dark, velvet rasp off-camera "look at that. look how much you're leaking for a piece of plastic. you're literally steaming."
she brings a massive, dark silicone dildo into the frame. it's thick, realistic, and glistening with a fresh coat of lube. she doesn't put it in. she uses the head of it to circle your entrance, catching the strings of your own moisture and stretching them out. she's filming the way your body reaches for it, the way your pussy literally winces and gapes every time the head brushes past.
so fucking needy.
she finally commits. she pushes the head in just an inch and stops. the camera captures the way you're forced to expand, the skin turning a pale, tight pink. she pulls it out with a loud, wet pop and then rams it back in, three inches deeper.
"nngghh…" you whimper a broken, pathetic sound.
billie zooms in close—you can see the texture of the silicone disappearing into you.
she whispers, "you're so fucking greedy, princess." as she begins a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm.
"oh my fucking god," you breathed out, accidentally block the view of the camera.
that's when the clip ends.
Clip 27: ✂️
➀ Video ▹ 5:45
the bed is stripped down to the white sheets, making the flush of your skin and the harsh scratches on billie's thighs stand out in high contrast.
four rounds in when billie decided to try scissoring.
you're both on your sides, legs intertwined in a tight "X" shape. billie has her top leg hooked high over your hip, pinning you down. the camera is zoomed in on the center of the frame—where your clits are locked together.
you can see the moisture already pooling between you, creating a shimmering, wet seal. billie is staring at you, her face inches away, her pupils so blown out her eyes look almost black.
she starts a slow, agonizingly heavy grind. it's not about speed—it's about pressure. the audio captures that thick, squelching sound of skin-on-skin friction. every time she pushes upward, you let out a broken whimper.
"yeah, you like that?" billie smirks, her hand reaching down to grab your waist and pull you even tighter against her.
"listen to that," she whispers, her voice vibrating against your lips. "you're so fucking loud for me."
the pace picks up. bad. desperate. billie is breathing in sharp, jagged hitches. you see the muscles in her calves and back tensing as she drives her weight into you.
the friction is creating a visible lather of slickness. you reach out, clawing at her shoulder, your nails leaving fresh red lines. the clip ends with billie biting her lip with her head thrown back to keep herself from screaming as you both hit a crushing, synchronized peak, the camera shaking from the force of her trembling.
Clip 17: my baby
➀ Video ▹ 1:45
this isn't a sex tape anymore. it’s a "morning after" video billie filmed while you were asleep in her arms. the lighting is soft morning sun filtering through the blinds.
the camera pans over her own body. her shoulders are covered in purple bite marks, her forearms are a map of long, jagged scabs from your nails. girl looks like she’s been in a fight with a tiger and happily married her after.
spoiler: the tiger is you
she turns the camera to you, fast asleep and looking completely innocent. she pans back to her own face—no makeup, tired eyes—and she just shakes her head with that small smile.
billie whispers to the camera, "she's fucking crazy. look at this."
she touches a particularly deep scratch on her bicep and winces slightly, but the smirk never leaves her face.
"i love you so much, angel," she whispers before the clip ends with her leaning over to kiss your forehead.
& THEY WERE CHILDHOOD BESTFRIENDS : 𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾ℯ ℯ𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽 - 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 !
𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 ⋮ 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘!𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑒𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ (this is for very specific things such as physical features , don’t be discouraged in reading it or add your own race .ᐟ )
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Content: Smut, Exhibitionism, Fingering Under A Table, Dirty Whispering, Restaurant, Public Play, Be A Good Girl And Smile
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.
“Eat up, my love,” she added with a wink. “You’re gonna need the energy for what I’m doing to you at the Chateau later.”
a/n: it's my birthdayyy so u already know i had to write a fic. ENJOYYY!
it was the day of your birthday, the day that you were brought into the earth, and you found yourself luckily snuggled up in your bed with your girlfriend. the morning sun softly peaking through the cracks of your window.
your girlfriends arms were wrapped around your waist, her body. pressed gently against yours. her head placed in the very crook of your neck. "morning gorgeous" her tone husky and deep from her prior unconscious sate.
"morning baby" you replied
"happy birthday my love" she croakily said, slow breaths hitting the side of your neck.
"aw thanks baby" you smiled, gently turning to face your lover, and pulling her in for a sweet kiss. you both smiled after you pulled away.
"wanna have some fun?" billie playfully questioned, with a dangerous smirk spreading across her face.
"always." you responded, playfully returning her energy.
she gave you another kiss, and positioned her slim body over yours. her slim hands traveling all over your briefly clothed body. gently, gripping and grasping at every curve she could possibly get her hands on.
erupting a few soft moans from you.
"fuck──billie I need more." you gasped, gripping at her hips longingly.
she didn't respond, she just slipped her fingers underneath your shirt without warning slowly sliding her hands up from your waist to your rib cage then teasingly to your breasts. palming them in each of her hands, trapping your nipple in between her thumbs. earning a sweet moan from your pretty lips.
she smiled, before you pulled her into a soft kiss, it was gentle at first but became erratic quickly when she began toying with your nipples, once again. rolling them in between her fingers and rubbing them in slow tight circles. you whined into her hands travel up her body to cup her face.
she gently pulled back and looked into your eyes.
she smiled and then lowered herself back down to place some gentle kisses onto your neck. whispering little "I love you's" with every kiss. you giggled and returned the favor by saying "I love you too"
she then came back to your breast, kissing in between the valley of your tits. and, gently tracing her fingers around your areolas. she continued kissing down your body when she stopped just below your belly button. wrapping her hands around the sides of your hips.
"how do you want it sweetheart?"
"all over, please billie." you needily pleaded.
she pressed another loving peck to your lower abdomen before sliding her tongue from your ribcage up to your breast, attaching her mouth onto your left nipple, and gently grasping at your other tit, messaging it in her hand.
your eyes fluttered shut as her gazed remained on you, locked onto your every move. "does that feel good baby?" she questioned, scanning your face for a response.
"yes billie, please don't stop"
"what good manners you have sweet girl" she uttered lustfully
"makes me wanna give you everything you want." she said before attaching her mouth back onto your breasts.
you were just in awe of her desperation to please you. they way her baby blue eyes were locked onto you, and the way her pupils dilated when she made you moan, the way her cheeks hollowed out when she's taking you in her mouth.
it was all just enough to drive you crazy.
she released your nipple with a pop, and flicked her tongue over it repeatedly. repeating the same process on the other breast. after she was done she trailed a path of kisses right above your clothed core.
"billie please──I need you" "can't wait any longer"
she looked up at you through hooded eyes, smiling almost wickedly. before removing your sleep shorts, and you happened to not be wearing anything underneath them.
"nothing underneath, huh?" she growled.
"such a nasty girl" she taunted lustfully, hooking her fingers in your slit without warning. connecting her mouth to your throbbing clit. locking her crystal like eyes back onto you. as you arched into her mouth, she moaned the sight of you in a complete and utter mess over her.
as she slowly pumped her thick digits in and out of your folds gathering wetness to spread onto your pussy. she briefly pulled away from your clit, to spread the wetness onto your tight bundle of nerves.
before attaching her skilled mouth back onto the throbbing bud. flicking it, from side to side, and sucking it into her mouth.
deliciously lapping up and down at your glistening folds. as your breathing became erratic, and unsteady. you moaned at the sight of her worshiping your tight cunt so well. pleasuring you so greedily.
"yes, good girl" you breathed, bringing your hands to the side of her cheeks. she began to bob her head up and down and speed up her pace. "f-fuck yes, just like that" you whined.
she moaned into your cunt, feeling heat build up in her core from seeing how worked up you got from her.
she began to grind against the bed and she continued devouring your pussy. her eye's dark filled with lust, and need. your moans slowly kept getting higher the more she kept going. you clenched around nothing and she licked a long slow stripe up your seeping slit, then taking your clit into her mouth. you felt a small sensation in you core, that made you feel like you could come undone at any given moment.
"i'm close, i'm so close baby"
"yeah?" she said.
"bet."
she began pumping into you repeatedly, hand gripping at the side of your thigh. fingers curling up into you, your needy moans filled the room as she absolutely attacked your cunt, along with squelching sounds. she pressed her thumb onto your clit and began to rub it whilst her fingers were actively pumping into you.
your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes fluttered shut, as her mouth found your clit again, you gripped onto your own tits and started to toy with them as she brought you closer to your high.
she flicked at your clit repeatedly before sucking onto it one last time. you clenched around her fingers as you felt a knot in your stomach come undone.
the slur of moans that came out of your mouth made billie clench around thin air. she moaned at your release. gathering every single last drop of your wetness. she licked another slow bold stripe up your clit earning a drawn out moan from your lips.
"fuck babe" "you're so goddamn good." she praised pressing another opened mouthed kiss to your clit, making your hips jerk a little bit. you physically had to push her head away for her to stop eating you out. she was just so addicted.
go check out part 2!!!(coming soon)
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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 ⋮ since the release of wwafawdwg billie has been keeping her distance . . it went from ignoring you in front of paparazzi to ignoring you at the watch party ⸝⸝ you end up giving her her own medicine and she gets mad.
time frame : you guys are 16-17 , it’s about 2019-2020 when the album released .ᐟ
꒰꧞ ˃ 𓈒 ׁ ⑅⠀ ˂ ꒱ྀི ۫ angst , use of yn once SORRY
ꪆৎ ݁ 𝓪uthor 𝓷ote ⦂ hey billie fandom hope ya like ( ´ ▽ ` ).。o♡
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idk why people are hating on Billie sm rn, like I know why but don’t understand why because the whole vegan thing, it’s her entire opinion yk? we are allowed to have our opinions and I respect it, truly, I do agree it’s basically hypocrisy to love animals and eat meat because that’s what I do and I respect her advocacy for it 🫶🏻
Yes, I feel like this whole situation definitely went WAAAY to far. I absolutely respect her opinion though!
Nonchalant? NONCHALANT??? Fuck you, im going to learn your grandmothers recipes so I can cook them for you. I’m going to figure out what pet names make your heart flutter. I’m going to make you a playlist of every song that makes me think of you. I’m going to write about how the stars compete with one another in the vain hope that you might look up and notice them.
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