🐞Pluto🐞

Pairing - Artist Reader x Billie Eilish

Warning - nude drawing, fingering, waiting for it, desperation, strap, edging kinda, use of mommy one time, squirting, etc

A/n - inspired by titanic also Ik drawing takes a long time but let’s ignore that, hope u gays enjoy

The first time she asked, it was barely a whisper against your ear, her breath hot and desperate. "Please. I need you to see me. All of me."

You're sitting on the edge of her bed, sketchbook open in your lap, pencil already in your hand. She's kneeling in front of you, still fully dressed in that thin white tank top and denim baggy shorts, but her fingers are already pinching the hem of the top.

"Please," she repeats, voice cracking. "Draw me. I want you to watch me take it all off, and then I'll hold still for you. I promise. Just tell me how you want me."

You nod, and a shudder runs through her. She pulls the tank top over her head in one slow, deliberate motion, letting it fall to the floor. Nipples already hard from the cool air—or from the intensity of your gaze. She reaches for the button on her shorts. The zipper hisses down. She shimmies out of them, kicking them aside, and now she's just in a tiny pair of black lace panties.

She hooks her thumbs under the waistband and pushes them down her thighs, letting them drop to her ankles. She steps out of them, completely naked now, and stands before you with her arms slightly away from her body, as if offering herself up.

"Where do you want me?" she asks, her voice trembling.

"On the bed. On your back. One hand behind your head, the other resting on your stomach. Legs slightly apart."

She moves quickly, positioning herself exactly as you described. Her back hits the mattress, her left arm bends behind her head, her right hand rests flat on her belly. Her legs part just enough to show the curve of her inner thighs, the soft shadow between them. She's already glistening, a faint sheen on her folds, but she holds perfectly still.

You begin to draw. The pencil scratches across the paper, capturing the line of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist. She stays frozen, but her eyes never leave your face, watching you watch her.

"Like this?" she asks after a minute.

"Yes. Don't move."

She lets out a shaky breath. Her chest rises and falls a little faster. Her fingers twitch on her stomach, wanting to touch herself, but she forces them still.

"How much longer?" she whispers.

"Almost done with the outline."

Her thighs press together slightly, then relax again. She's struggling—you can see it in the tension in her jaw, the way her hips want to shift. Her cunt is getting wetter, a thin line of moisture starting to slide down her inner thigh.

"I'm trying," she breathes. "I'm trying to be good for you."

You don't answer. You just keep drawing, your eyes flicking from her body to the page, capturing every detail. The way her nipple is pebbled and dark. The way her stomach flutters with each shallow breath. The way her sex is slowly, growing slick.

"Please," she whimpers. "I can't—I need—"

"Hold."

She squeezes her eyes shut. A small moan escapes her lips. Her right hand clenches into a fist on her stomach, knuckles white. She's trembling now, her whole body aching with the effort of staying still.

You set the pencil down. The sketch is finished.

"Okay," you say softly. "You can move now."

She doesn't. She just lies there, panting, looking up at you with desperate, glassy eyes.

"Please," she begs. "Please touch me. I've been so good. I waited."

You crawl onto the bed, hovering over her, your knees on either side of her hips. You lean down and press a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then her lips—soft, teasing.

"You were so patient," you murmur against her mouth. “I'm going to reward you for it."

Your hand slides down her stomach, fingers trailing through the slickness between her thighs. She gasps, her hips jerking up into your touch.

"Yes—god yes—finally—"

You circle her clit with your thumb, once, twice, then press two fingers into her wet heat. She cries out, her back arching, her nails digging into your shoulders. She's so tight, so hot, so ready.

"Fuck me," she begs. "Please fuck me with your fingers."

You do. You thrust into her slow and deep, curling your fingers against that spongy spot inside her, making her moan with every stroke. Your thumb keeps working her clit in tight, wet circles.

"That's it," you whisper. "You waited so beautifully for me. Now let go."

She comes undone. Her body clenches around your fingers, a gush of liquid heat flooding your hand, and she screams your name—a raw, broken sound that fills the room. You keep pumping her through it, slowing only when her hips stop bucking and she collapses onto the mattress, limp and trembling.

You pull your fingers out, glistening, and bring them to your lips. You taste her—sweet and salty and utterly her.

She stares up at you, dazed, a lazy smile spreading across her face.

"Now," she says, her voice hoarse, "let me see the drawing."

You pick up the sketchbook and hand it to her. She props herself up on her elbows, studying the image of herself—naked, posed, waiting. A blush creeps up her cheeks.

"It's perfect," she whispers. "But you missed one thing."

"What?"

She pulls you down, rolling on top of you, her slick thighs straddling your hips.

"You haven't drawn me with your cock inside me yet."

And then her mouth meets yours, hungry and demanding.

you reach for the harness you keep in your nightstand—black leather, soft but firm, with a silicone cock already attached. You strap it on slowly, deliberately, letting her watch.

Her breath hitches. Her hips twitch, wanting to rise.

"you're going to ride me. And you're going to hold still while I draw you like that."

A shudder runs through her. She nods, biting her lip.

The head of the silicone cock presses against her slick entrance, and she moans, already lowering herself.

You reach between her legs and guide the tip inside her—just the tip. She gasps, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Lower," you command.

She sinks down, inch by inch, taking the entire length of the strap into her. When her ass finally rests against your pelvis, she lets out a long, shaky sigh.

"Fuck," she whispers. "You're so deep."

"Good. Now don't move."

You pick up the pencil and sketchbook again. She's on top of you, impaled, her body trembling with the effort of staying still. Her breasts are full and round, her nipples hard. Her stomach flutters with each shallow breath. Her cunt is gripping the silicone, clenching and releasing in tiny, involuntary pulses.

"Please," she begs. "Please hurry. I'll be so still. I promise."

You start sketching. The pencil scratches across the paper, capturing the curve of her waist, the way her thighs splay over your hips, the glisten of moisture at the base of the strap where she's already leaking onto you.

She holds perfectly still, but her whole body is a taut wire. Small tremors run through her legs. Her fingers dig into her own thighs. She bites her lip so hard it turns white.

"You're doing so well," you murmur, not looking up from the page.

"Please," she whispers again. "Please let me move. I can't—I need to—"

"Not yet. I'm almost done with your face."

Your pencil traces her expression—the desperate, hungry look in her eyes, the parted lips, the flush spreading across her cheeks. She's beautiful like this, caught between pleasure and restraint.

A drop of sweat rolls down her collarbone. Her inner muscles clench around the strap again, and she stifles a moan.

"I can feel you," you say softly. "You're so wet. You're dripping onto me."

"I can't help it," she whimpers. "You're inside me. I can feel you everywhere."

"Just a little longer. Hold."

She squeezes her eyes shut. Her breath comes in ragged gasps. Her hips start to twitch, almost unconsciously, wanting to grind against you.

"Don't," you warn.

She forces her hips still. A tear slips from the corner of her eye.

"Please," she begs, voice cracking. "Please, mommy. I've been so good. I waited. I held still. Please let me move."

You set the pencil down. The drawing is finished.

"Okay," you say. "Now you can move."

She shudders, a sob of relief escaping her. And then she starts to ride you—slow at first, then faster, her hips rocking forward and backward, taking the strap deep inside her with every thrust. Her hand drops to her clit, rubbing frantically.

"Yes—yes—thank you—"

You grab her hips and thrust up into her, matching her rhythm. She cries out, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing.

She comes with a scream, her cunt clenching around the silicone, a gush of fluid wetting your stomach.

When she collapses onto your chest, panting, you wrap your arms around her.

“Show me the drawing”

You hand it to her. She looks at it—herself on top of you, the strap buried inside her.

"Perfect," she breathes. "Now let me return the favor."

Pairing - Wife!Reader x Wife!CEO!BillieEilish

Warning - strap (Billie receiving), switch Billie and reader a little, you guys have a daughter, having to be quiet, from the back, tit play , strap sucking

A/n - I’m backkk hope you gays enjoy

The front door clicks shut, the deadbolt sliding home with a soft thunk. You hear Billie's keys drop into the ceramic bowl on the entry table, followed by the heavy sigh of a long day finally ending. The house is dim, lit only by the muted glow of a single lamp in the corner of the living room, casting long, soft shadows across the carpet.

She pads into the room, her work blouse untucked, the top two buttons already undone, exposing the sharp line of her collarbone and the swell of her breasts pressed against a black bra. Her eyes find you on the couch, and there's a raw, immediate hunger there, a tiredness that melts into something far more primal.

"Hey," she breathes, her voice a low rasp. She doesn't ask about your daughter. She already knows.

You hold a finger to your lips, tilting your head toward the baby monitor on the end table. A soft, even breathing fills the small speaker. She's out cold.

Without a word, Billie drops her handbag. It lands with a muffled thud. She crosses the room, her stride purposeful, and sinks to her knees in front of you, between your legs on the plush rug. She looks up, her hands finding your thighs, squeezing.

"I need you," she whispers, her breath warm against your jeans. "All day, I couldn't stop thinking about this."

Your hand moves to her hair, tangling in the soft strands. She leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before snapping open, filled with that same desperate need.

You guide her head down, and she doesn't resist. Her mouth finds the button of your jeans, her teeth tugging it free with practiced ease. The zipper sounds impossibly loud in the silent room. You hiss a warning.

"Shhh," you breathe, your fingers tightening in her hair.

She smiles against your belly, a wicked, silent promise, as she peels the denim down your hips. She helps you lift your ass, pulling the jeans and your panties down to your knees. The air is cool on your exposed skin.

She looks at the harness you're already wearing, the black silicone cock standing firm and proud against your stomach. Her eyes darken. She licks her lips, a slow, deliberate motion.

"Good girl," she murmurs, her voice barely a vibration. "You knew."

She leans in, her tongue tracing a wet stripe along the underside of the shaft, from the base to the tip. A shudder runs through you. You clench your jaw, forcing the moan down. She does it again, slower this time, taking the head into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks gently. The wet, obscene sound of it fills the quiet space between you.

"Billie..." you warn, your grip in her hair tightening.

She pulls off with a soft pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. "I know," she whispers. "I just needed a taste."

She moves then. She crawls up your body, her knees pressing into the couch cushions on either side of your hips. She hovers over you, her blouse falling open. Her breasts, still bound in that practical black bra, brush against your lips. You take the hint, your mouth finding a nipple through the lace, sucking hard. She bites her lip, a choked gasp escaping her. Her hips roll against the length of the strap-on, the silicone sliding against her clothed cunt.

Desperate. Hungry.

She reaches down between you, her own fingers fumbling with the button of her slacks. You help, pushing the fabric down over the swell of her ass. Her panties are a damp, dark patch at the apex of her thighs.

"Here," you command, your voice a low, firm whisper. "On the floor."

She slides off you, her knees hitting the rug with a soft thud. She turns, her back to you, and lowers herself to her hands and knees. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded, her back arched, presenting herself to you completely.

"Please," she mouths, the word silent but deafening.

You move behind her, your knees on the rug. The baby monitor hisses quietly. One hand grips her hip, the other guides the slick head of the strap-on to the entrance of her cunt. She's soaked. The silicone slides through her wet lips, coating itself, before you press forward.

A sharp, sharp intake of breath from her is the only sound. She pushes back, meeting you, taking all of you inside her in one slow, devastating inch. The stretch is visible, her body gripping you.

You start to move, a slow, deep. Your hips meet the firm, soft flesh of her ass. The sound of it is a quiet, wet slap of skin on skin, amplified in the stillness. Thrust. Slap. Thrust. Slap.

Your hand comes from her hip, pressing flat against the small of her back, increasing the arch. Your other hand snakes around her body, finding her clit. It's hard and swollen. You pinch it gently, rubbing circles around it as you fuck her from behind.

Her head drops, her forehead resting on the carpet. Her mouth is open, her breath coming in ragged, quiet pants. She's fucking herself back onto you, matching your rhythm, chasing that peak.

"I'm close," she hisses, her voice strained. "Fuck, don't stop."

You don't. You drive into her harder, faster, the rug muffling the sound of your fucking. Your fingers work her clit relentlessly, pressing, rubbing, until her thighs start to shake.

"And then she'll wake up," you whisper, the threat a part of the game.

A helpless, strangled noise tears from her throat. You clap your hand over her mouth just as her orgasm hits. Her body clamps down around the silicone, her cunt fluttering and gripping, her hips grinding back against you as she rides out the wave in a frantic, silent seizure of pleasure. You don't stop moving, fucking her through it, your hand still locked over her mouth, absorbing the sobs of her release.

Finally, after a long, slow moment, her body relaxes. She slumps forward onto the rug, a boneless heap. You pull out slowly, the wet sound obscene.

You lie down beside her, and she turns into your arms, burying her face in your neck. Her breath is hot and ragged against your skin.

hii i felt inspired by this tiktok and wanted to write a lil something for it (ended up being long asf but lmaoo)

mainly smut but there's a lot in the beginning n a little fluff before and after, then more smut

this is my first post so ngl Iim nervous asf anddd i have a part 2 cooking already so i hope this goes well lmao n u guys enjoy <3

i might’ve missed some tags bc i’ve never done this before lol

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pov: your fave barista that you've been crushing on comes over to help with your new machine and things get heated

18+

wc: 9142

tags: gxg, oral(r!receiving), fingering, subillie?? idk lowk switch, praise kink, tiny bit of deg, scissoring, fingering, squirting, use of feminine pet names, she/they billie, enby fem reader, bit of drinking, pure filth

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

word count: 1.4k

cw: EXPLICIT CONTENT, strap usage, swearing, degradation, SMUT, sub!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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synopsis: you were assigned to make some music with a partner for your college course, but instead you and your partner are making another kind of music instead. if u catch my drift ;)

pairings: nerdy!sub!billie x dom!f!reader

au: college au!!!

warnings: smut a/n: word on the street is people were asking for subillie smut fics. so i had to contribute SOMETHING. (we all saw how she was acting in that magician interview🤭) also this was kinda rushed but I hope it was still good.

you were sprawled out against your classmates couch, scrolling on your phone while she was at her desk clicking away at her computer. trying to work on the project that you guys were supposed to make for the class you have together. you've had a huge crush on billie for a while and you thought you made it pretty obvious.

billie would flirt with you from time to time. sharing lingering stares, and hugs with her that made your heart skip a beat. you guys would ocassionally have sex too, and that was always really nice.(LOL) you both were studying to become music majors at berklee.

her studio/room smelt of vanilla, and cinnamon candles, with a slight smoky touch. you couldn't lie to yourself about how good it smelt. it kind of made you hungry.

you guys had been working on music for hours, and you were honestly ready for a break.

"billie?"

"yeah?" she replied

"can we take a break? i'm getting hungry" you questioned

"yeah, just──give me a sec. okay?"

"yeah, alright" you responded, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

you had got up and sat down next to her out of boredom. you couldn't help but admire her flawless side profile as she relentlessly worked. you could tell that she was really focused on what she was doing, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her lips tucked into her mouth, her hair tied into a messy bun. her glasses, were slightly falling down the bridge of her nose, but she didnt mind. she was too focused on working to care.

something you always liked about her was her attention to detail, and her work ethic. she'd really do anything to master her craft. and to you thought that was really admirable.

the speakers echoed the track she she kept on re-running it, making touch ups. she looked really tense, and you just wanted to relieve that stress.

you scooted closer to her, positioning the front of your chair to her back. slowly traveling your hands from the sides of your chair to the pads of her shoulders. causing her to let out a brief sigh of relief, you began to message the tense muscles when suddenly she began to whine.

"what's wrong love?" "tell me what's the matter?"

"n-need you to touch me."

"aw, and where do you need me to touch you pretty girl?" "do you want me to fuck that tight little cunt of yours, hm?"

"yes mommy."

"good girl" you praised, before making your way back to the front of billie's chair straddling yourself over her slim figure.

you gently grabbed the bottom of her chin and pulled her in for a sweet kiss. soft, slow, & gentle. she kissed you as if you were something fragile, and sacred.

"gotta give my baby what she wants, yeah?"

billie's pupils widened at your words, and you saw a sparkle in her eye. she nodded eagerly biting down on her lip. you placed another gentle peck onto her soft pink lips. before traveling to the side of her collar bone right below her ear.

"such a sweet girl f'me, hm?"

"yeah" billie whimpered desprately, before you placed a wet open mouthed kiss onto her neck, attacking the sensitive skin with kisses. you found her pulse and placed a gentle peck over it.

before gently kissing her shoulder.

"please, i need you right now" billie whined

"so needy." you condemned, before slipping your hand into her panties, feeling on her wet folds.

"s'that better baby?" you whispered lowly

"mhmm" she cried.

your fingers travel to the opening of her urethra lightly pressing on the slick sensitive skin, before sticking your two digits in between her slick folds. slowly pumping them in and out, gathering all of the slick from her tight cunt.

"so warm for me princess." you murmur, pressing another kiss to the side of her neck.

you slowly withdrew your fingers from her aching cunt and dragged them up to her throbbing clit. you pulled billie into another kiss, but this time it wasn't as gentle as before. it was sloppy, wet, and desperate. your fingers circled her clit as your mouths clashed together greedily, you slightly sped up the pace on her clit just to get a reaction out of her. and just as you assumed she moaned into your mouth needily. struggling to keep the rhythm of the kiss.

you toyed with her clit for a little while longer just to hear the gorgeous sounds she made just for you. you rubbed on her clit at a intense speed, causing her to repeatedly clench around nothing.

"yeah, you like that don't you?" You taunted

"mhm!──don't stop" she moaned

"your so good to me mommy." "please, i need more of you."

"oh yeah?" you tease, speeding up your pace even more. causing curses to fly out of her mouth rapidly.

"i want you to watch me while i fuck the sense outta you."

"can you do that f'me baby?" you question.

"yes yes." "anything for you mommy" she pleads, settling her baby blue eyes onto your face.

"good girl, you listen so well" you praise, as you continue to rub on her tight bundle of nerves. admiring her flushed face, her little freckles, and her bushy furrowed eyebrows.

"mm-thank you mommy." she breathes out. "i-i'm so close." she stutters helplessly.

"yeah?" you responded.

she nods, you press your thumb against her clit and flick it from side to side. sticking you're other two fingers into her seeping slit. "fuck, you're taking me so well my love" you growl.

"whose pussy is this, huh?" You spoke through gritted teeth.

her walls are practically closing around you with every thrust. "baby, i-i think i'm"

you stick your fingers in deeper,and deeper so your finger tips are hitting her cervix repeatedly, whilst your thumb toys at her swollen clit, you feel her walls clench around your fingers. as you observe her face, her eyes rolled to the back of her head,in pleasure. her mouth wide and agape. "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" "yes baby" "holy shit"

a slew of curses flew out of her mouth as her high washed over her. you rode her through her high. & "damn." was all she could say, by the time you were done fucking her.

"let's do it again" she said.

"please please please please pleaseeee!" she begged, pouting like a puppy.

"okay, fine." "so greedy" you smirked shaking your head. lowering yourself underneath the table and positioning yourself right between her legs.

"take these off f'me okay?" you said, tugging at the bottom of her shorts hinting for her to take them off.

and with that she slid her baggy shorts down with absolutely no hesitation. and then came her black panties, leaving her in her grey over-sized tee shirt.

"lemme taste you." you breathed out, gripping the front of her thighs and pulling her closer to you. before placing open mouthed kisses along the inside of her thighs.

"please baby, i need you now." she whimpered

and so you gave her exactly what she wanted. you licked a long bold stripe up her coated folds, releasing a long drawn out moan from your throat and looking up into her gorgeous blue eyes. sucking her clit into your mouth.

"fuck, yes mommy!" "please keep going."

and you sucked onto her clit harder, hollowing out your cheeks, and bobbing your head up and down. billie was in awe as you worked your magic on her folds.

"holy shit. yes baby" "yes"

you stuck your two fingers back into her tight slit, and it sucked you right back in immediately. you stuck your tongue out and shook your head left to right dragging your tongue from side to side on her clit. you used your other hand to hold onto her thigh as she desperately grinded her hips against your face.

"yes yes yesss, ugh!" she moaned.

you started to follow the rhythm of her hips with your tongue nodding your head up and down. resulting in a very high pitched moan to leave billies mouth, before her hips staggered and she came on your tongue. you moaned against her core at the taste of her fresh release.

"you did so well for me babe" you applauded, licking your lips

"taste yourself" you said lowly. picking yourself up and sitting on her lap.

she grabbed your neck and pulled you in for a hungry kiss.

she briefly pulled away "you drive me crazy." billie chuckled pressing her nose against yours.

A/N: Got a little inspired ;) sorry it's so long, the interview was just too good. Anywhooo hope you like it

TW: Use of pet names, Oral B! Receiving, Fingering B! receiving, Strap on B! receiving, squirting, overstimulation, aannnd I think that's it?\

We just wrapped up our interview taping. Billie and I went to the snack table and chugged some water.

“Thank you for coming on, that was really fun,” I say, casually.

“Yeah, of course definitely. My mind is still absolutely blown,” she laughs.

One of the producers called me over and I nodded in his direction.

“I tend to have that effect on people. That was just one of the ways I can be mind blowing,” I say with a wink as I head to the producers' cameras. 

I don’t look back, but I know she’s still standing there frozen and I chuckle to myself.

I’m looking over a couple of the shots, giving my okay to some pieces. I notice out of the corner of my eye that Billie keeps looking in my direction. I lock eyes with her and raise my brow and smirk, she instantly turns red.

I give my last couple thoughts to my producer and as I start walking to chat with everyone in the production area, Billie high tails it out of the area. 

I’m not done, I think to myself.

I ask one of the members of her team where she went. He just shrugged and said she looked like she needed a breather in her room. 

“Mind if I go check on her?” I ask.

“Of course, sometimes she needs someone to help bring her back to earth.”

I go into her room and as soon as I close the door, the chaos and noise of the studio goes mute.

Billie’s standing in front of the vanity and when she sees me in the reflection of the mirror, she freezes.

I lean against the door, casually, like this situation was completely normal.

“Hi,” I say, a little too pleased with myself.

Billie blinked once, “you can’t just sneak into people’s rooms.”

“Someone on your team let me in. Zach, I think his name was?”

“That…feels fake,” she says.

“He said, and I quote, ‘sometimes she needs someone to help bring her back to earth.’ “

Her expression flattened instantly, “I’m so firing him.”

I laugh, “you looked a little overwhelmed out there.”

“I was not overwhelmed,” she says in the most confident voice.

I just stared at her and she uncapped her makeup remover with unnecessary aggression. “You were being weird.”

I cock my head, “weird?”

“You kept flirting with me on camera.”

“I asked if I was distracting,” I grin.

“Yeah, that’s not a normal interview question,” she says, looking like she’s trying to keep her composure.

“I was asking professionally,” I state.

“You literally bit your lip after!” 

“Professional curiosity,” I shrug.

She stares at me for a long second before muttering, “you’re evil.”

I grin, “and yet you invited me into your room.”

“I absolutely did not.”

“You didn’t tell me to leave,” I quip back.

She doesn’t say anything, and instead she rearranges her things on the vanity, trying to find something to do with her hands.

I walk closer to her, “my favorite part was the bra strap thing.”

She stopped mid organization.

“...I don’t know what you mean.”

“Really?” I lean against the counter beside her, “because your reaction suggested otherwise.”

“That was…that wasn’t a reaction.”

I giggle, “You literally said ‘oh’ and lost your train of thought.”

She exhales, “okay, wow. That’s humiliating.”

“It was cute.”

“It was not cute. It was a normal human response.”

At this point I can’t tell if she’s trying to convince me, or herself.

“To me fixing my bra strap?” I ask with a raised brow.

“You adjusted it weirdly!”

“I literally pulled it back onto my shoulder.”

“Yeah, on camera.”

She’s still looking down at her toiletries and I can tell her response didn’t even make sense to her.

“And you looked at me like I’d just kissed you.”

Her eyes finally meet mine, in utter horror. I noticed it immediately and I visibly had to fight another smile.

“Oh my god,” she mutters, dragging both hands down her face. “You cannot say things like that and then look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you know what you’re doing.”

“I do know what I’m doing,” I say innocently.

“That’s kind of a problem,” she says, shaking her head.

I move closer again, slow enough to give her every opportunity to back away.

She didn’t. 

“You got so shy after that,” I say softly. “It was kind of fascinating.”

“I was not shy.”

“You couldn’t even make eye contact with me!” I don’t hold back my laugh this time.

“I was collecting myself.”

“You were giggling.”

She points at me accusingly, “you kept smirking at me.”

“Because you’re really pretty when you blush.”

She looks down again, hiding her face. But I know she’s blushing again.

“You know,” I say thoughtfully, taking another step closer. “You portray yourself as much bolder than you actually are.”

She’s looking back in the mirror now and blinks, “what?”

“The interviews, onstage, red carpets…” I gesture. “You’ve got this whole untouchable thing going on. Very confident, very dangerous.”

“I am confident,” she grumbles.

“I’m sure you are.”

She crosses her arms, “okay, now you’re mocking me.”

“A little,” I feel my mouth twitch. “Because the second someone flirted first, you completely fell apart.”

Her eyes are back on me now, “I do not fall apart.”

“You’re doing it right now.”

“I’m literally standing here.”

I look down at her lips and back up to her eyes, “barely.”

“You’re standing too close,” she states, like that clearly is the issue. Like the tension that’s getting thicker by the second isn’t the issue.

I flick to her lips again and I swear I can see her brain short circuit. 

“Dude, this is evil behavior.”

I hum, “you think so?”

Her mouth twitches, “yes.”

“I think you like it,” I whisper in a seductive voice.

She opened her mouth. 

Nothing came out.

The tension had gone from playful to unbearable, filling the room with this charged silence. 

I watch her carefully, my eyes keep flicking from her lips to her eyes, debating. 

Meanwhile Billie was trying-and failing-not to visibly react to how close I am.

“You’re nervous again,” I murmur.

“No, I’m not.”

“Your breathing changed.”

“You’re insane,” this time her eyes met my lips.

“And you’re flustered,” I point out.

“I hate that you can tell,” she mutters.

“I can tell everything right now,” 

“You’re making it impossible for me to think straight.”

I smile wider, a little surprised at her confession.

I step even closer.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask softly.

She blinks like she hadn’t expected the question at all after all the teasing.

“...please,” she whispers.

I grab her chin, pulling it up, and capture her lips. She lets out the faintest startled sound against my mouth, before immediately melting into it. Her hand instinctively grabs lightly at my sleeve, like she needed something steady.

Her lips are soft and full, a hint of mint on them. 

I move slowly, giving her the chance to back away if she wants. 

She doesn’t.

I kiss her harder, more full of meaning. She kisses me back the same, her hand gripping me tighter. My hands find her waist and push her back until she’s against the vanity.

I don’t ask permission when I slide my tongue into her mouth. She whines the second our tongues meet.

I smirk against her mouth. 

The kiss gets sloppy, growing with need.

My hands tangle in the back of her hair, and I pull her head back by her hair. She gasps.

My lips find her neck, placing sloppy wet kisses along the length of it. 

I slot my leg in between hers,pushing into her core.

 “Fuck,” she gasps.

I lick up the entirety of her neck, to her jaw, and capture her back into a kiss.

Her hips are squirming against my leg and I have to bite back my giggle.

I pull back to look at her, “do you have a problem?”

She looks at me like I just asked her the world's hardest math question.

“I-uh. Yeah?”

I don’t hide my giggle this time. Instead I grab her hips, guiding us both backwards to the couch. 

I sit down and she stares at me dumbfounded.

I pat my lap, “sit.”

She looks surprised at my order, but obeys.

She straddles my lap, waiting for me to make a move.

I pull her face to meet mine, and the desperate make out continues.

Her hands grip my shoulders and mine find her ass. I grab it hard and it makes her sigh into me. 

She starts rocking her hips against me, grinding.

My grip on her ass becomes harder, helping her roll against me. I can feel the heat radiating off her pussy over my clothes.

I move my hands and slip them under her shorts, rubbing the tops of her thighs. Goosebumps quickly follow in their wake. Even her kisses stutter. 

“God,” she sighs into my mouth.

I pull back, and she looks an absolute mess. Lips swollen and red, pupils blown so wide the blue in her eyes barely noticeable, her cheeks a way darker shade of pink than they’d been all day.

I hum and she squirms on my lap.

“Take your clothes off,” I tell her.

She wastes no time in peeling herself from my lap and fumbling out of her clothes.

She sits back on my lap and kisses me like her life depends on it, instantly returning to her grinding. 

I run my hands up and down her back and I feel her jerk with chills. 

Her hands touch the buttons of my shirt, “can I?”

I nod.

While my tongue attacks hers, she unbuttons my shirt and pulls it as far down my shoulders as she can.

My hands weave from her back to her boobs, gently kneading them, making her breath stutter.

I pinch her nipple and the softest moan escapes her lips. 

I push her up right and just stare at her.

Her blush deepens, “what?”

“You’re so fucking pretty,” I say.

I lean into her boob, lightly licking the top of it until I meet her nipple. I give it a flick with the tip of my tongue and her fingernails dig into my shoulder. I wrap my lips fully around the erect pink nub and she gasps as she throws her head back.

While I suck her, my other hand toys with her other nipple. I can feel her wetness soaking through my pants while she grinds against my lap. 

I give the same attention to her other boob, while my free hand roams her thighs and her hips, purposely avoiding where she needs me.

She grumbles frustrated, needy.

I look up at her from in between her breasts, “yes?”

“You’re driving me crazy,” she says.

“Mm I can tell.” I tap her thigh, “let me take these off.”

She sits on the couch beside me while I undress and I look down at the huge wet spot on my pants. I raise my eyebrow at her and she manages to turn an even brighter shade of red, but she doesn’t say anything.

I swear her eyes about pop out of her head once I’m naked.

“I-uh. Wow” she says in the same flustered voice from earlier. 

It’s adorable, really. The way she can’t even hold eye contact, the way she stutters.

I sit next to her and gesture for her to come back onto my lap.

When she sits she gasps at the feeling of her cunt directly on my skin and she immediately soaks the lower part of my stomach.

“You’re dripping,” I purr.

She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth and just nods, looking at me absolutely doe eyed.

My hands rub all over her thighs and hips, she twitches every so often like she’s already overstimulated.

I rub the inside of her thigh and I can feel her trembling.

“Damn, legs shaking already? I haven’t even touched you yet,” I murmur.

“Y/n…please,” she whines.

“Please what?” 

“J-just. Please.”

“Use your words, Billie.”

She literally gulps, “t-touch. Jesus. Touch me, please. I need you to touch me.”

I grin, and run my fingers through her folds. They are immediately drenched, my stomach hadn’t even felt the half of it.

She clamps her eyes shut and moans.

“Nuh uh,” I say, “look at me.”

She slowly opens her eyes; they’re a mixture of desperation, fear, and need.

“Good girl,” I say as I plunge two fingers all the way into her.

“FUCK,” she moans out.

I laugh a little while I slide my fingers in and out of her, her pussy squelching every time I re-enter. I hook my fingers into a ‘come here’ motion and instantly find that warm spongey spot that makes her dig her fingers so hard into the leather couch it makes a noise. 

She’s a moaning disaster, my name flying out in between every other curse word.

I stop my fingers and she looks at me confused.

“Ride my fingers,” I say casually.

“I-what?” 

“You wanted it so bad. Show me.”

She takes a big deep breath, like she’s trying to hype herself up.

She slowly raises her hips and pushes back down onto my fingers.

“Shittt,” she hisses out.

My other hand holds her hip, guiding her. She picks up her pace, completely bouncing on my fingers now. 

“There you go, baby,” I coax her on.

“Ugnh, ungh,” she moans, too incoherent to make any other noises.

I press my thumb onto her clit and she looks at me wide eyed, “I’m gonna cum if you do that.”

“No, you’re not.”

I circle her clit slowly with very light pressure. Her expression unraveling in front of me.

“Y/n, I’m. Fuck. Gonna cum,” she whines.

“Hold it,” I say sternly.

She bites her lip so hard it turns white, like it’s taking every fiber of her being to hold it in.

Her thighs are shaking around me, and her walls around my fingers are getting tighter, she’s right on the brink.

She shakes her head, unable to form words.

I nod, “be good for me, Billie.”

She shuts her eyes and I visibly see her swallow, her hips trying to decide if they want to go faster or slower.

She sets a middle ground pace of her bouncing, not too fast, but not too slow. Sweat beads on her forehead, her breathing coming in heavy and short breaths.

When she raises her hips, I stick a third finger up, and when she comes down, she practically screams. 

My thumb works faster on her, and tears are pricking her eyes. 

“Cum for me, Billie,” I say.

She quickens her pace and on the third bounce down, she cums, screaming my name. Her whole body convulses, every inch of her shaking. Her cum flows down my forearm and it makes me moan. She stopped bouncing, but I keep my attack on her clit, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm. 

I don’t stop until she collapses against me, burying her face in my neck.

She’s still gasping for air when I pull my fingers out of her, but she still lets out a whine.

“Holy fucking shit,” she says into my neck, her breath hot against me.

I laugh, “I wasn’t flirting for no reason.”

“You…are unreal,” she pants.

“Take another one for me,” I say.

She lifts herself back with the same awestruck look, “another one?”

I nod.

“I don’t-you literally just took the life out of me. I-I don’t even think I’m in my body right now.”

I smirk, “you haven’t seen anything yet.”

She looks at me in horror again, her brain going dumb again.

“On your knees. Lean over the back of the couch,” I order.

She looks at me nervous, but does it anyway.

As she’s positioning herself, I go behind her.

I see her taking deep breaths, trying to brace herself for what’s coming.

I drop down to my knees, and push her legs further apart, spreading her open. Her cunt glistens in the lighting from the vanity, her clit puffy and swollen.

“That pretty pussy is still soaking for me,” I coo.

She moans.

I grab her ass harshly, eliciting another needy moan.

“I thought you couldn’t take another one.”

I see her grip the couch tighter.

Her breathing has turned into pants.

I inch myself closer to her pussy and my breath makes her break out in goosebumps.

I lick a bold strip from her sopping hole to her clit, making her whimper.

I swirl my tongue around her whole pussy, collecting every bit of her mess.

“Didn’t think you’d taste this good,” I huff into her.

She answers by pushing herself further into me. 

I don’t go slow. I suck on her clit harshly, and it makes her cry out. Once I release it, I start swiping her clit side to side quickly, 

“Fuck, y/n. Do-don’t stop,” she pants out.

I do. But when I lick back up to her hole, I push my tongue in.

“Oh my godddd,” she buries her face into the back of the couch.

Feeling the way her walls encase my tongue, mixed with her taste, is intoxicating. I flick my tongue inside of her and feel her walls start to flutter, signaling she’s close.

As soon as I feel it, I pull my tongue back and she whines, beyond frustrated.

I trail my tongue up and down from each hole, and her moans are pornographic.

I direct my attention back to her clit, making figure eights with my tongue.

I feel her begin to shake under my grip on her thighs.

“You gonna cum?” I ask, my voice muffled by her pussy.

“Y-yes,” she barely gets out.

I flick her clit faster and right as her body tenses, I stop, and sit back on my heels.

Her upper body falls against the back of the couch, half sobs coming out of her.

I hum while I watch every inch of frustration pour out of her.

“Please. Fuck. Please make me cum,” she cries.

“Mmm. Maybe,” I say with the filthiest smirk on my face.

I walk to the other side of the couch and tap on her shoulder.

She looks at me, her face wet with tears and sweat.

“So desperate,” I coo.

“Please,” she whines.

“But watching you squirm is so fun.” 

I have never seen anyone look so wrecked before. And the fact that it’s her who’s wrecked right now is the most gratifying thing I’ve ever done.

“Fucking hell. Y/n, please. I’ll do anything,” she begs.

I chuckle, “okay, your words, not mine.”

I walk to the closet in the room, her eyes following me with curiosity and slight terror. I fish out a bag and grab what I need out of it.

I turn around to meet her eyes while I step into the harness. Her mouth falls open.

I attach the strap to it and look at her like I’m hunting prey.

I walk behind her again, her juices dripping down her thighs. The sight alone makes me moan.

I lean my body over hers and kiss up her back, to her neck. The strap brushes her clit and she jolts. My hand wraps around her throat, pulling her face flush with mine. Her expression is absolutely bewildered.

“You gonna be my good girl?” I ask.

She arches her ass into me and I smirk. She nods.

I send a harsh smack to her ass, making her cry out, “ah!”

“Use your words.”

“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll be good.”

I release her throat and lean back enough to whisper in her ear, “I’m gonna demolish you.”

I lean all the way back and run the strap through her folds, collecting all of her sweetness.

“So fucking wet f’me,” I murmur, mostly to myself, but she heard it and moaned again.

I line up the head with her hole and I can feel her whole body bracing itself. 

I push in about halfway, and she hisses, her whole body tensing.

“Relax for me, mama.”

I rub the top of her thighs, trying to ground her.

Once her breathing becomes less shaky, I push in inch by inch slowly.

She whines with every inch.

I bottom out and she cries out, “fuck!”

I can’t help the shit eating grin on my face.

I start thrusting slow, letting her adjust. Once her cunt starts enveloping me, I speed up some.

“Oh my godddd,” she moans, barely able to keep herself up.

I pulled almost all the way out, before ramming back into her, the sound of her wetness echoes in the room. 

She grips the couch so hard her knuckles lose all their color.

I repeat my motion, over and over again, her body jerking forward every time I plunge back in. 

When I dive back into her, I strike her ass again, making her scream.

I growl, the sight of this unreal. Her back tattoo glistening from sweat, watching her pussy swallow me, seeing how shiny the strap is when I pull out, I pick up my pace, the room fills with the sound of skin slapping, her cries, and my groans. The sounds make my own wetness drip down my thighs.

I speed up my pace, fucking her sharp and quick, her moans turn into babbles at this point.

It gets harder to push in and out, her walls getting tight around me.

“Don’t cum,” I growl.

She cries out even louder, “I need to.”

“No,” I say blatantly.

Her head falls into the back cushion, I can feel how tense she is from holding it in. I slow down, fucking her agonizingly slow in comparison to 15 seconds ago.

She moans an endless stream of pleas.

I laugh wickedly, amused with how much I’ve broken her down.

I pick up my pace, but this time, it was brutal. Her gasps are broken.

Her pussy is impossibly tight around me, begging to release.

“Cum,” I order with one word.

Her orgasm tears through with no hesitation. She jerks back onto me, shaking even more violently than before. Her back arches, pushing her ass higher up.  Her cries are scratchy, her throat raw from moaning. I can barely fuck her through it, her grip so tight. The base of the strap drips with her cum, and she’s turned inaudible. 

I still myself, she’s still jerking under me, pushing back onto the strip, whining every time she does. 

I pull out and see her cunt twitch around nothing. Her arm is resting on the back of the couch, holding her forehead. Her shoulders are still shaking from her breathing when I sit beside her. I wait for her to collect herself, just admiring the masterpiece.

She finally musters enough energy to look at me. Her eyes are glazed over, lip trembling, looking absolutely blissed out.

I smile. She groans, “what the fuck.”

“ ‘thank you’ is actually the phrase I think you’re looking for.”

She looks at me in awe, once again, unable to form words.

“Catch your breath, we’re not done.”

She looks like a deer in headlights, “what??”

“You can take it,” I smirk.

She visibly gulps. 

She lays back with her head on the arm of the couch, still trying to collect herself. I run lazy shapes over her legs.

Her breathing goes back to normal, but she’s still too flustered and shy to speak.

My eyes gaze over every inch of her body.

“Go stand at the vanity,” I murmur, like it’s the most casual request in the world.

“I really don’t…I don’t know if I can do that again,” she says, nervously.

“You will.”

“I can’t.”

“I won’t make you hold it,” I say sweetly. “Come on. Be good for me.”

That makes her pupils dilate again and her face flush. She gets off of the couch and stands at the vanity. I follow her and tell her to turn around.

She does, eyeing me nervously in the mirror, her makeup smudged.

“I just want you to see how pretty you look when I wreck you,” I purr.

She closes her eyes, like she’s still trying to figure out if this is really happening.

Once she opens them again, I tap the inside of her legs for her to open them further.

I push her forward a bit to draw her ass out further and line up the strap, still wet from the dam that opened from her.

Her arms tense while I poke her entrance. I slide in slowly, her mouth falling open at the stretch. 

Her eyes are locked on mine and I tell her, “eyes on yourself, pretty.”

She hesitates, but looks at herself. 

I thrust slowly, the softest moans escaping her lips.

“See how good you look?” I ask her reflection.

“Y-yes,” her voice wavers. 

I reach my hand forward and knead her boob, pinching and twisting her nipple, making her head fall back.

My thrusts are slow, but deep, hitting her spot. 

“Y/n,” she moans.

“See how good you take my dick, baby?”

Those gorgeous eyes roll back, and all she can do is nod. 

She catches me by surprise, meeting my thrusts.

“Yeah that’s right, fuck yourself onto me,” I purr and the neediest moans pour out of her. 

I speed up just a touch, and her pace meets mine, the sound of skin slapping grows louder. Her boobs bounce with every thrust and I can’t figure out where I want to look.

My hand snakes around her waist and finds her clit. I rub slow, my hands sticky with her wetness.

“Faster,” she pants out.

I have the most devilish smirk on my face and say, “such a good girl.”

The praise makes her eyes roll back again, and I speed up both my thrusts, and my fingers on her clit.

She quickly spits out, “I’m gonna c-cum,”

I pound into her faster, and her eyes go wide, “wait I’m gonna-”

 “Let go for me, Billie.”

My fingers are working so fast my hand is burning, but I don’t stop.

Her entire body locks and she screams my name as she comes undone. I keep my tantalizing pace, and she squirts, coating my entire hand, the harness, and all the way down her thighs. Her moans come out soundless, too fucked out to make a noise other than the faintest whines. I don’t stop until I draw out every last bit of her. 

She collapses forward onto the vanity, her whole upper half melting into it. I pull out slowly, trying to catch my own breath. 

Her eyes stay closed, still riding the aftershocks. I rub her ass, soothing her.

She finally lifts my head and meets my eyes in the reflection, looking like she’s trying to process what happened.

"That...was not a part of the interview," she said, dazed.

summary: your best friend billie finally got her nipples pierced and can’t wait for you to see them! she surprises you by flashing you and demands that you feel them, fondling her breast quickly turns into a teaching lesson where she tells you just how to fuck her

word count: 2.4k

cw: inexperienced!reader,needy!billie, subtop!billie, dom!reader, smut, EXPLICIT CONTENT, 16+,strap sucking

ೀ angel’s note!🗒️~ after that photo dump, i realized i had to write something for my baby, hope u all like it!!!)

the silence in billie’s room was heavy, thick with unspoken things and the low hum of her computer. you were sprawled on her bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, while she was in her closet, changing after a shower. the air smelled like her vanilla body wash and something else, something warmer and muskier that was just Billie.

"okay, close your eyes," she called out, her voice a playful sing-song.

"why? what are you doing?" you laughed, but dutifully squeezed your eyes shut.

"just do it. don’t peek."

you heard the soft rustle of fabric, then the pad of her bare feet on the rug. The bed dipped beside you. "okay," she breathed, right next to your ear. "open."

your eyes fluttered open. and your breath hitched.

she was shirtless. of course, you'd seen Billie without a shirt before, countless times. but this was different. through the thin fabric of her grey sweatpants, you could see the curve of her hips, the soft plane of her stomach. but your gaze was locked on her chest. on the two small, silver barbells gleaming against her dusty pink nipples.

"oh my god," you whispered, your phone forgotten in your lap. "you actually did it."

"told you i would," she smirked, a smug little tilt to her lips. her eyes, dark and feline, watched your every reaction. "you like?"

"theyre... wow, billie." you couldn't look away. the metal looked so sharp, so cool against her warm skin. you wanted to touch. a deep, visceral want pooled low in your belly, hot and sudden. "do they... hurt?"

"nah. not anymore." she leaned in closer, her hair, still damp, brushing your shoulder. her scent enveloped you. "they feel good now." she let that hang in the air for a beat, charged and heavy. then, she reached out, her fingers wrapping gently around your wrist. your pulse jumped under her touch.

"here," she murmured, her voice dropping to a lower register, a soft, firm command that you felt all the way down to your toes. she didn't wait for an answer, just guided your hand, pulling it from your lap and placing it directly over her left breast.

your fingers splayed instinctively against her skin. she was so soft. so warm. and you could feel the hard, cool line of the barbell pressing into your palm.a jolt went through you, electric and sharp. you snatched your hand back as if you'd been burned.

"billie! what are you—"

"shhh," she hushed, cutting you off. her expression was unreadable, but her eyes were intense, fixed on yours. she took your hand again, her grip this time more insistent. "it’s okay. friends do this all the time," she said, the lie smooth as silk. she placed your hand back on her, this time pressing it down firmly. "see? just... feel."

your breath was coming in shallow little pants. Your heart was hammering against your ribs. this was wrong. wasn’t it? friends didn't do this. but the words were out there, a permission slip in the charged air, and your body was betraying you. your thumb, of its own accord, brushed experimentally over the peak of her nipple. you felt the tiny metal ball catch on your fingerprint. billie let out a soft sigh, a sound of pure satisfaction, and arched her back just slightly, pushing her breast more firmly into your palm.

"that’s it," she encouraged, her voice a low rumble. "don’t be nervous. just... massage them. like this."

she took your other hand and brought it to her other breast, placing it there. now both of your hands were on her, cupping her, feeling the weight of her in your palms. you felt dizzy, intoxicated by the sheer audacity of it, by the warmth of her skin, the look in her eyes. she was teaching you. showing you. and you were a willing, if terrified, student.

you started to move your hands, mimicking a gentle, squeezing motion. your thumbs circled her nipples, tracing the metal. each pass made her breath catch. her skin was pebbling into goosebumps. this was power. this was intoxicating.

"good girl," she breathed, and the praise sent a fresh wave of heat through you. "you’re a natural."

her hands came up to cover yours, pressing them harder against her. "you can be a little rougher," she instructed. "pinch them. gently."

you hesitated, your own insecurity flaring up. "i-i don't want to hurt you."

"you won't," she promised, her voice firm but not unkind. "i’ll tell you if you do. gon on. for me."

swallowing hard, you obeyed. you took her nipples between your thumbs and forefingers, the metal bars cool and solid. you rolled them, then gave a soft pinch.

billie’s head fell back, a low moan escaping her lips. "fuck. yes. just like that."

something inside you snapped. the nervousness was still there, a thrumming undercurrent of anxiety, but it was being drowned out by a roaring wave of desire. this was billie, your best friend, spread out on her bed, moaning because of you. you leaned in, captivated by the sight of her, the silver against her skin. you wanted to see more. you wanted to see all of her.

your hands slid down from her chest, tracing the soft curve of her stomach, dipping into her navel. Her muscles fluttered under your touch. you hooked your fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants.

her eyes opened, dark and hazy with lust. she watched you, a knowing, almost predatory smirk playing on her lips. "yeah," she said, answering your unasked question. "take them off."

your fingers trembled as you tugged the fabric down over her hips. she lifted her ass to help you, and you peeled the sweatpants, and her panties along with them, down her legs and tossed them onto the floor. And there she was. completely bare. the patch of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs was neatly trimmed, and you could see the glistening wetness on her folds.

"fuck," you breathed, the word a prayer and a curse.

her legs fell open, an unspoken invitation. "touch me," she commanded, her voice barely a whisper now, thick with need. "please."

you crawled between her legs, your body moving on instinct. you reached out with a trembling hand, your fingers sliding through her slickness. she was so wet, so hot. yoy found her clit, swollen and begging for attention, and circled it with your thumb.

"ah!" she cried out, her hips bucking off the bed. "yes. right there. don’t stop."

you obeyed, your movements growing more confident as you watched her fall apart under your touch. her hands fisted in the sheets, her back arched, a string of curses and your name falling from her lips. you slid a finger inside her, then another, curling them just like you'd read about in books, like you'd seen in videos you were too ashamed to admit you'd watched. her walls clenched around you, pulling you deeper.

"more," she panted, her eyes screwed shut. "god, i need more. i need you to fuck me."

your brain short-circuited. "billie, i..."

"please," she begged, her eyes flying open, locking onto yours. They were wild, desperate. "there’s a strap-on in the nightstand. the big one. please, i need it. i need you to fuck me with it."

your eyes darted to the bedside table. your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest. you wanted to. god, you wanted to. but the insecurity, the fear of the unknown, was a cold knot in your stomach.

"i... i’ve never..." you stammered.

"i know," she said, her voice softening for a second. "I'll tell you what to do. i promise. but right now, i need you to get it."

taking a shaky breath, you withdrew your fingers from her, ignoring her whimper of protest. you leaned over and yanked open the drawer. nestled inside, amidst charging cables and half-empty water bottles, was a sleek black harness and a truly intimidatingly large, purple silicone dildo. your hands shook as you picked it up.

you turned back to her, holding the harness and dildo like a foreign object you had no idea how to use. "billie, i don't know..."

"first," she said, her voice firm again, taking control. "yo have to put it on. the straps go around your thighs and your waist. tighten them."

you fumbled with the buckles, your fingers clumsy and uncooperative. finally, you managed to secure the harness around your hips, the purple dildo jutting out from your own body. It looked ridiculous. It felt absurd. but when you looked at billie, her eyes were wide with a raw, primal hunger.

"come here," she ordered.

you shuffled forward on your knees until you were kneeling in front of her. she propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes fixed on the silicone cock bobbing between your legs.

"before you can fuck me," she said, her tone dropping into something dark and demanding, "you have to get it wet."

"what?" you frowned, confused.

"put it in my mouth," she clarified, her gaze unwavering. "i’m going to suck it. and you're going to watch."

your pussy clenched at her words, a fresh gush of wetness soaking your own underwear. this was a line. a big one. but the look on her face left no room for argument. this was what she wanted. what she needed.

"okay," you breathed, the word barely audible.

you shifted closer, guiding the tip of the dildo to her lips. Her tongue darted out, flicking against the silicone head before she parted her lips and took it inside. your breath hitched. you watched, mesmerized, as she began to suck, her hollowed cheeks, the way her lips stretched around the girth. her eyes never left yours. she was putting on a show. for you. it was the dirtiest, most intoxicating thing you had ever seen. she took it deep, her gag reflex kicking in, and a tear slid from the corner of her eye. she pulled back, a string of spit connecting her lips to the tip.

"good girl," she panted, her own term for you now feeling like a twisted, delicious reversal. "now you're ready."

she fell back against the pillows, spreading her legs wide, an open, offering gesture. "come on. fuck me. hard."

the nervousness was gone, replaced by a surge of pure, undiluted power. you positioned yourself between her thighs, the slick, wet tip of the dildo nudging against her entrance. you looked down at her, at her flushed face, her heaving chest, the silver barbells glinting.

"please," she whimpered, her hips rolling up, trying to take you in. "don’t tease."

you didn't. with one sharp, decisive thrust of your hips, you buried the strap-on inside her to the hilt.

"fuck!" she screamed, her back arching clean off the bed. Her hands flew to your hips, her nails digging into your skin. "yes! god, yes!"

you started to move, your hips finding a rhythm. At first, your movements were tentative, unsure. But her cries of encouragement spurred you on.

"harder! don’t be a pussy! fuck me like you mean it!"

you gave her what she asked for. You slammed into her, the sound of skin on skin, of the harness slapping against her thighs, filling the room. You were rough, brutal, channeling all your pent-up frustration and insecurity into each powerful thrust. You were fucking her. You, the inexperienced, nervous girl, were fucking Billie, and you were wrecking her.

her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper, her cries growing louder, more desperate. you could feel her body tensing, her walls clamping down on the silicone cock.

"right there! don’t stop! i’m gonna—!" her words dissolved into a high-pitched keen as she shattered. her whole body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her with violent force. you didn't stop, fucking her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she was a writhing, sobbing mess beneath you.

finally, you slowed, coming to a stop and collapsing on top of her, your body slick with sweat. the room was silent except for your ragged breaths.

after a long moment, she stirred. "holy shit," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "where the fuck did you learn to do that?"

a slow, triumphant smile spread across your face. "i had a good teacher."

a breathy, disbelieving laugh escaped you, muffled against the sweat-damp skin of her neck. you felt more than heard her chuckle, a low, rumbling vibration in her chest that you could feel right through your own. the scent of her,sex, sweat, and that underlying vanilla, was overwhelming, a perfume that was now permanently imprinted on your senses.

"teacher, huh?" she murmured, her voice a raspy, satisfied wreck. she turned her head, her nose brushing against your temple. “i think the student just surpassed the master."

your smile widened. a slow-burning pride, fierce and unfamiliar, bloomed in your chest. you pushed yourself up on your elbows, looking down at her. her face was flushed, her lips swollen and red, her dark eyelashes clumped together with tears of pleasure. she looked utterly, beautifully ruined.

you started to pull out, to disentangle yourselves, but her legs tightened around your waist, holding you in place. her hands, which had been slack on your back, came up to cup your face. her thumbs stroked your cheekbones, a gesture so tender it made your breath catch.

"stay," she whispered. "just for a second."

you froze, the dildo still nestled inside her. the intimacy of the moment was suddenly more terrifying than the raw act of fucking had been. this was the after. this was where things got complicated. Your nervousness returned, a cold snake coiling in your gut.

"billie..."

"shh," she hushed, her eyes soft, searching yours. they weren't dark and demanding anymore. They were just... billie. your best friend. the girl who knew your favorite ice cream flavor and the name of your childhood dog. "just stay."

you stayed. you looked at her, really looked at her. you let your gaze drift down, from her dark, knowing eyes to her lips, to the line of her throat, to her chest. the silver barbells caught the dim light of her room, and a new wave of desire, sharp and possessive, shot through you. you still wanted her. the hunger wasn't gone.

experimentally, you rolled your hips, a slow, shallow thrust. billie’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening on your face.

"you’re insatiable," she breathed, a slow, lazy smile spreading across her lips. "what are you doing?"

"learning," you said, the word coming out with more confidence than you felt. you lowered your head, your lips hovering just above one of the piercings.

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