RESTRICTED ACCESS: Harder
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: g!p billie, filming of sex, blowjob, face riding
an: not proofread. Part II of Restricted Access
the video opens with your soft, struggled whine. filmed on billie's phone that you bought her just earlier cause she threw her old one at the mirror and shattered it dead.
on the drive to her house, she said she wanted to bless it. you raised a brow but didn't question.
and look where it got you.
she's holding it high, looking down at the two of you in the reflection of the soundproof glass. the room is bathed in deep crimson. billie is sitting in the producer's chair with you straddling her.
she's holding the phone in one hand, filming your face as you realize what’s happening beneath you. her cock is out, fully erect and pulsing, trapped between your grinding hips and her lap.
"look at the screen, baby," she rasps, her voice a low and teasing.
billie tilts the phone down so the camera catches the rhythm—the way her cock disappears and reappears as you slide over the head of it.
she’s smirking, looking totally relaxed while you’re falling apart.
she lets out a witty, breathless laugh when you let out a loud sob of frustration.
"I hate you." you managed to stutter.
"Mhm." billie hums mockingly. leaning over to pressed a kiss on your sweaty temple.
she drops the phone onto the desk—the camera pointing at the ceiling—and you just hear the wet, rhythmic sounds of her finally sliding all the way inside you, followed by her low, satisfied "fuck, you're so wet."
a static shot from the side. you are hovering over billie's face, but you’re clearly hesitant, bracing yourself with your hands on the mattress.
billie's hands come up to grab your hips. she's looking up at you from the pillows, her blue eyes dark and intense.
"stop holding yourself up," she grumbles, the sound muffled by your proximity. "i'm not gonna break, baby. Put your weight on me."
you try to sink down, but you’re still shaking, overthinking it.
billie lets out a huff—that classic, "scolding" tone. "Dude, seriously? Trust me. Sit. Down. All the way." she reaches up and pulls your arms out from under you, forcing you to collapse onto her face.
the audio changes instantly to the sound of her tongue working frantically against you. you let out a sob, your body finally going limp against her. you feel her hum, vibrating against your sensitive clit.
the way she made eye contact with you — eyes half-lidded, blown. she glided her tongue through your slit, flicking it making you shudder.
"Shit—" you gasp, gripping the headboard.
"fuck you." oh, you were frustrated. she let out a small, amused chuckle against your inner thigh.
your hand shot out to grip her hair and she winced when you tugged. "Okay, fuck that hurts—"
"finish what you started, Eilish." and there goes that voice. that same voice you use to dominate board rooms and executives.
billie liked it. fucking loved it.
she grips your thighs, keeping you pinned there, her muffled voice saying, "there she is. that's my girl."
you are holding the phone this time. it's a messy, high-angle shot looking down at your own body.
theframe shows your legs wrapped around billie's waist.
she's trying to pull away, her face soft and concerned. "baby, we’ve been at this for an hour, your skin is literally raw," she’s saying. but you aren't listening.
you're pulling her back by her shirt, your face a mask of needy determination. first day of ovulation is always brutal.
you force her back into you. the camera shakes violently as her cock slides back in, hitting your sweet spot with a squelching wetness that sounds like a splash. you let out a sob of relief, your hand dropping the phone onto the bed so the camera is just filming the ceiling, but the audio is crystal clear.
you hear the bedframe creaking and the sound of skin-on-skin contact. you're making these high, repetitive "uh-uh-uh" sounds with every thrust.
your nails clawed into billie's skin, her pale arms covered with trails of scratches. some were even bleeding slightly.
billie's voice is a wreck, hissing every time the cool air of the AC hits her arms. "Okay, okay…god, you’re gonna be the death of me."
the clip ends with the sound of a heavy, final thud and a long, shared groan of absolute exhaustion before the camera was pushed off the bed.
billie is standing in front of a brightly lit vanity mirror, filming the reflection. you're tucked between her and the counter, hidden mostly by her oversized hoodie, until she pulls it up.
billie looks into the camera with a witty, half-lidded smirk. "check out my little shy baby," she mumbles.
she moves the fabric, revealing you on your knees, your face buried in her lap. her cock is thick and heavy, and you're swirling your tongue around the head with a needy focus.
you realize you're being filmed and freeze for a second, your face turning bright red.
billie just chuckles and strokes your cheek. "don't stop, mama. It's just for us."
you let out a tiny, soft whine and go back to it. but now you’re being bold, making eye contact with her through the lens as you swallow her deep.
the sound is messy and wet. you're drooling slightly, the friction creating a loud slurp-squelch every time you move.
billie's eyes go wide, her composure finally cracking.
"oh, fuck... okay, that's it," she gasps, reaching down to pull you up by your waist.
the video ended when the phone was long forgotten, facing up to the ceiling, and the words "it's okay baby, i'll go slow." was heard before the screen went black.
CLIP 15: she grumpy as hell after wtf
one thing, you're always the meanest after sex.
billie is filming you in the hotel bathroom. you've just showered, and you’re standing there with a towel around your head, looking incredibly small and grumpy because she won't give you your hairbrush.
a little punishment because you won't talk to her after you two pulled a 365 days yacht scene. you couldn't feel your legs — at all.
billie is holding the brush above her head as if her 3 apples tall frame is going to do shit to your 5'10 height. "give me a kiss first. a real one. not the 'I'm embarrassed' peck."
you're standing there with your arms crossed over your chest, lowkey on the edge. "give me the brush, billie. I have a call with your label in twenty minutes."
"Kiss. First." she leans up, her eyes sparkling with wit.
you finally give in, reaching down to pull her up by her collar, giving her a deep, possessive kiss that catches her off guard. when you pull away, you snatch the brush from her hand.
you walk out of the bathroom with a "thank you," leaving her standing there stunned.
billie looks at the camera and whispers, "she's so mean to me. I love her so much."
the clip ends with her following you out, already planning how to make you pissed.
(might be the last part. next update is pretty…yeah)
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