Grace ‧˚꒰🍥୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

taking her innocence away ༒︎

contains: g!p mafia billie, nipple play, neck grabbing slow fingerfucking, hair pulling, light spanking, overstimulation, squirting, aftercare

billie had clawed her way to the top of la’s underworld since she was nineteen.

born into a fractured family where her father ran small-time crews and her mother disappeared early, billie learned violence and power young.

she took over her dad’s operation after he got killed in a rival hit, but she didn’t just continue it—she transformed it.

smart, ruthless, and charismatic, she expanded into every corner: protection rackets, underground clubs, high-end smuggling, and information networks that made her untouchable.

at twenty-eight she was the biggest mafia boss in the city, living in a sprawling mansion hidden behind layers of security—cameras on every inch, armed employees who called her “boss” with fear and respect, maids who kept the place pristine and silent.

billie had everything: money, fear, loyalty.

but she was lonely in a way that gnawed at her. she craved something pure, untouched by the filth of her world. someone innocent who wouldn’t betray her or get corrupted too fast. for months she watched sarelia from the shadows.

sarelia was a hairdresser with a small shop downtown, always smiling softly at her loyal regulars, hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, clothes modest and cute.

billie followed her routines—closing the shop late, walking to her beat-up car, heading home to a tiny apartment. sarelia was a virgin, billie knew from digging deep. no boyfriend, no wild past, no clue about gangs or mafia. perfect.

billie set the date carefully. she sat in the back of her black suv that night, heart steady but cock already stirring at the thought.

her crew waited in position. sarelia locked up the salon, keys jingling under the streetlight, and started toward her car. two men moved fast and professional.

a cloth with sedative pressed gently over sarelia’s mouth. she slumped without much fight, body handled with care—no bruises, nothing to scare her more than necessary. they loaded her into the suv. billie reached out and brushed a strand of hair from sarelia’s peaceful face.

“mine now,” she whispered.

the mansion loomed ahead, gates opening silently. inside, staff kept their eyes down as billie carried sarelia upstairs to the master suite. the room was huge—king bed with silk sheets, massive windows overlooking private gardens, soft lighting. billie handcuffed one wrist to the sturdy bed railing, then sat in a chair across the room, watching her sleep for hours.

sarelia stirred as dawn light filtered in. confusion hit first, then fear widened her eyes as she tugged at the cuff. billie stood slowly, approaching with calm steps.

“where am i? what did you do to me?” sarelia’s voice trembled but she didn’t scream. she just stared, breathing fast.

billie sat on the edge of the bed. when sarelia asked how she ended up here with no memory, billie lied smoothly.

“we met at a house party a couple nights back. you were there with your friends. we clicked, drank too much, ended up fucking in one of the rooms. you told me you wanted more, begged me to take you somewhere safe. i brought you here.”

sarelia blinked, processing. billie had maids bring breakfast—fresh fruit, warm toast, coffee, eggs. they fed sarelia carefully while she was still partially cuffed.

later, billie uncuffed her fully for a bath. two quiet maids helped draw the massive tub, adding oils and helping sarelia undress and wash.

billie watched from the doorway, eyes soft but hungry, making sure no one touched her prize too much. sarelia was dried, dressed in soft silk pajamas, and brought back to the bed.

“i’m a virgin though,” sarelia said quietly after a while, sitting against the pillows. “i’ve never had sex with anyone. i’m surprised…”

“yeah, you told me that night,” billie replied gently, sitting close. “you allowed it. we were really both drunk.”

“but i don’t drink though,” sarelia insisted, frowning.

“you did that night. guess it surprised me too,” billie said with a small smile, reaching out to tuck hair behind sarelia’s ear.

they talked for hours. billie listened as sarelia opened up about her life—the salon she loved, her quiet days, why she avoided anything sexual. past heartbreaks, fear of vulnerability, wanting it to feel safe and meaningful one day. billie shared pieces of her own story, careful versions—how she built her empire from nothing, the loneliness at the top. her hand stroked sarelia’s arm softly the whole time, then her shoulder, light circles on her back. the touches were gentle, soothing. sarelia’s breathing changed, cheeks flushing. warmth spread through her body.

sarelia looked deeply into billie’s eyes, then down to her lips. the air thickened. billie leaned in, hand sliding to grip sarelia’s neck softly, and kissed her. slow, warm, deepening gradually.

tongues met tenderly, exploring. sarelia whimpered softly into it. billie snapped her fingers without breaking the kiss. the maids and waiting staff slipped out quietly, door closing with a soft click, leaving them alone in the huge room.

billie kept the kiss soft and deep, savoring sarelia’s taste, her little gasps. she pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “tell me if you want me to stop, baby. but i want to make you feel good. let me take care of you.”

sarelia nodded, breathing shaky. billie laid her back gently against the pillows, hands roaming slow over the silk. she peeled the top open, exposing sarelia’s soft breasts. her mouth lowered, lips brushing one nipple lightly before sucking it in warm and slow. tongue swirled around the peak, gentle suction pulling moans from sarelia. billie switched to the other, giving equal attention, fingers lightly pinching and rolling the wet nipple she left behind. sarelia arched, hands threading into billie’s hair.

“feels so good,” sarelia whispered.

billie smiled against her skin, continuing the slow worship. she kissed down sarelia’s stomach, peeling the silk pants off inch by inch. sarelia’s legs parted shyly.

billie settled between them, kissing inner thighs first, soft and reverent. then her tongue licked a long, slow stripe up sarelia’s slit, tasting her wetness. sarelia gasped loud. billie gave her head with patience.

tongue circling her clit softly, then sucking it gently into her mouth, humming. two fingers slid in slow, curling gently against her walls while billie licked and sucked with loving focus.

“so sweet, baby. so tight for me,” billie murmured, pumping her fingers in and out in a slow rhythm.

she added a third after a while, stretching carefully, never rushing. sarelia’s hips rolled gently, chasing the pleasure. billie brought her to the edge like that, then over—sarelia came with a soft cry, thighs trembling around billie’s head.

billie kissed her way back up, sharing sarelia’s taste in a deep kiss. she freed her own cock, thick and hard, leaking at the tip. “i’m gonna go slow, okay? tell me if it’s too much.”

sarelia nodded, pulling her closer. billie rubbed the head against sarelia’s soaked entrance, then pushed in inch by inch, groaning at the tight heat. once fully seated, she stayed still, kissing sarelia’s neck, her lips, her nipples again. slow, grinding thrusts started—deep and gentle, rolling her hips in a rhythm that made sarelia moan softly with every stroke.

billie’s hand stayed on sarelia’s breast, thumb circling the nipple, pinching lightly. the other hand gripped sarelia’s hair gently, tugging just enough to tilt her head for more kisses. the sex was soft and slow, bodies pressed close, skin sliding warm. billie whispered praises—“you’re so perfect, taking me so well, my innocent girl”—while thrusting deep and unhurried.

sarelia’s second orgasm built gradually. billie rubbed her clit in slow circles, never speeding up, just steady pressure until sarelia clenched hard around her cock, squirting softly around the thick length with a shuddering moan. billie kept moving through it, drawing it out, kissing her through the overstimulation until sarelia was whimpering and sensitive.

she flipped them carefully, sarelia on top now, guiding her hips to ride slow. billie’s hands spanned sarelia’s waist, helping her move, then sliding up to play with her bouncing tits—squeezing, thumbing nipples, leaning up to suck them while sarelia rode her cock. light spanks landed on sarelia’s ass when she ground down particularly nice—gentle smacks that made her clench.

“good girl, just like that,” billie praised, voice husky. she pulled sarelia’s hair softly to kiss her again, tongues lazy and wet.

they changed positions again—billie behind her, spooning close, one leg lifted. slow, deep thrusts continued, cock dragging against every sensitive spot. fingers found sarelia’s clit once more, rubbing in time with the thrusts. another orgasm hit, sarelia squirting again, soaking the sheets and billie’s thighs. billie groaned, fighting her own edge.

“one more, baby. cum with me.”

she kept the pace soft and deep, nipple play continuing with one hand, hair tugging with the other, until sarelia came hard a final time. billie followed right after, burying deep and filling her with warm cum, hips grinding slow through the pulses.

they stayed connected, billie holding sarelia close, kissing her shoulders, stroking her hair. soft aftercare whispers filled the room as they caught their breath.

ride it like a pornstar ۶ৎ fem!billie x intersex!reader

contains: oral sex, hair pulling, spanking, overstimulation, nipple play, squirting, rough sex, fingerfucking, 18+ smut ۶ৎ

you step into the luxurious studio set, heart racing under the soft pink lights that make everything feel dreamy and filthy at the same time. the air is thick with vanilla candles and the faint scent of arousal already hanging heavy. billie eilish, the ultimate pornstar fantasy, lounges on the massive silk-covered bed like she owns every inch of it. her body is perfect — soft, full tits barely contained in a tiny black lace bra, matching thong riding high on her hips, black hair messy and sexy. her blue eyes lock on you the second you walk closer, a sly little smirk playing on her cherry lips.

“hey you,” her voice low and raspy, already dripping with that signature billie confidence mixed with hunger. “they told me you’d be my scene partner today. been thinking about this since they sent your pics. come here and show me what you got.”

you climb onto the bed, robe slipping open. billie sits up on her knees, hands reaching for you instantly, pulling you into a deep tongue kiss that steals your breath. her mouth is hot and sweet, tongue sliding against yours in wet, passionate strokes. she moans softly into you as your hands roam her waist. she tastes like cherry gloss and sin, pressing her body flush against yours so you can feel her hard nipples through the lace.

“mm fuck,” she gasps between kisses, nipping at your bottom lip. “your mouth feels so good already.”

you push her back gently onto the pillows, taking control. billie turns submissive tonight, eyes glazing over as you peel her bra off, exposing those perfect tits. you lean down, sucking one nipple into your mouth hard, tongue swirling around the stiff peak while your hand pinches and rolls the other. billie arches with a loud whimper, fingers threading into your hair.

“yes, suck harder baby, please,” she begs, voice breaking already. you oblige, biting gently then soothing with your tongue, making her squirm and moan louder. your free hand slides down her stomach, pushing her thong aside to find her soaked pussy. she is dripping, folds slick and swollen. you rub her clit in slow circles first, then dip two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them just right.

billie gasps, hips bucking up. “oh god, your fingers feel so thick. fuck me with them.”

you pump faster, adding a third finger, stretching her while your mouth switches to her other nipple, sucking and licking until she is panting. the wet sounds of your fingers plunging in and out fill the room, her juices coating your hand. you kiss her again, tongues tangling messily as you finger-fuck her harder, thumb pressing firm on her clit.

“you’re so wet for me,” you murmur against her lips. “gonna make you squirt all over my hand first.”

billie nods frantically. “yes please, make me cum. i’m your good girl tonight.”

you curl your fingers faster, hitting that spongy spot inside her over and over. her walls clench tight, moans turning into desperate cries. her body tenses, thighs shaking, and then she explodes, squirting hard around your fingers. clear fluid gushes out onto your hand and the sheets. she screams your name, back arching off the bed, trembling through the intense orgasm.

you don’t stop fingering her through it until she is whimpering. billie recovers just enough to push you back, crawling between your legs. “my turn to taste you.” she wraps her soft lips around the head of your cock first, tongue swirling, then takes you deeper into her warm, wet mouth. the suction is perfect. her head bobs as she sucks you off sloppily, spit dripping down your shaft. at the same time her fingers tease lower, rubbing your slick pussy and dipping inside.

“fuck billie, your mouth is heaven,” you groan, hand fisting in her green hair, guiding her pace. she moans around your cock, taking you to the back of her throat, gagging softly but pushing further. her eyes water but stay locked on yours, submissive and eager to please. she pulls off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to your throbbing cock. “you taste so good. i want more.”

you eat her pussy next, spreading her legs wide and burying your face between her thighs. your tongue licks broad stripes from her entrance to her clit, savoring her sweet taste. billie cries out, hands gripping the sheets as you suck her clit hard, tongue flicking rapidly. you push two fingers back inside her, pumping while eating her out like you are starving. she tastes even better after squirting — slick and addictive.

“oh my god yes, eat my pussy just like that,” she moans, hips grinding against your face. you add a third finger, stretching her, curling relentlessly against her g-spot. her second orgasm hits fast. she squirts again, flooding your mouth as her body convulses, thighs clamping around your head. you keep licking through it, drawing out every shudder until she is a whimpering mess.

“please, need you inside me,” she begs, voice hoarse and desperate. “fuck me rough.”

you position behind her for backshots, gripping her hips hard. her ass is perfect, round and soft. you rub your cock through her soaked folds before thrusting in deep in one stroke. billie moans loud, pushing back against you. you start pounding her rough, skin slapping loudly, one hand yanking her hair to arch her back more.

“yes, pull my hair harder,” she gasps, completely submissive, letting you use her. you fuck her deep and fast, cock slamming into her tight pussy over and over. your free hand reaches around to rub her clit, making her squirt a little with every few thrusts. the sensations are overwhelming, her walls fluttering around you, your own pussy throbbing and leaking from the friction and pleasure.

“you’re taking me so well,” you growl, tugging her hair and spanking her ass. billie cries out in pleasure, pushing back to meet every thrust. you rail her like that for long minutes, passionate and rough, until she cums again hard around your cock, squirting down her thighs.

you flip her onto her back for missionary, wanting to see her face. billie looks wrecked — cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust. you push her legs back toward her chest, sliding your cock back inside her soaked heat. the new angle lets you hit even deeper. you kiss her passionately, tongues dancing as you fuck her slow and deep at first, then building to rough thrusts.

“look at me while i fuck you,” you demand, hair pulling again as you pound her. billie obeys, moaning into your mouth, nails digging into your back. her tits bounce with every thrust, nipples hard. you suck one into your mouth again, biting gently while slamming into her. the pleasure builds for both of you, your cock throbbing inside her, your pussy grinding against her with every movement.

“i’m gonna cum again,” she whimpers. you rub her clit fast, fucking her harder. billie screams, body shaking through her fourth orgasm, pussy gushing around you, squirting between your bodies.

but the heat is not done. billie pushes you back with a needy look, climbing on top, straddling your hips. she grabs your hard cock, rubbing the thick head through her soaked folds before sinking down slowly, taking every inch until she bottoms out with a broken moan. “fuck, you’re so deep like this.”

she starts riding you, hips rolling in filthy circles at first, then bouncing harder. her tits jiggle with every movement. the pleasure hits you like a wave. her tight wet pussy clenches around your cock, the slick sounds of her cream coating you, her moans filling the air. you reach up, grabbing her soft boobs, squeezing and playing with them roughly, thumbs flicking her nipples.

“yes, touch them,” billie gasps, riding faster. you pull her down, sucking one nipple hard into your mouth, teeth grazing as you leave dark hickeys on her pale skin. she cries out in pleasure, bouncing harder, her pussy creaming all over your dick. “oh god i’m cumming.”

her first orgasm on top hits hard, walls pulsing as she squirts around your cock, hot fluid soaking your hips and the sheets. she keeps riding through it, tears of pleasure slipping down her cheeks. you are overwhelmed, pleasure shooting up your spine from both your cock buried deep and your own pussy throbbing against her with every grind. you suck her other nipple harder, leaving more hickeys, hands kneading her tits possessively.

billie does not stop, chasing another high. “again, fuck it feels too good.” she rides you desperately, creaming and squirting a second time, body shaking as she cries harder in pleasure. her moans turn into sobs of ecstasy, pussy fluttering wildly around you. you thrust up to meet her, gripping her hips, completely lost in the sensation of her falling apart on top.

she cums a third time like that, squirting messily, tears streaming, voice hoarse. “i can’t stop cumming. you’re making me lose it.”

you flip her suddenly, pinning her down, pressing her into the mattress. you slam into her pussy with slow but hard, deep strokes that make her eyes roll back. billie starts babbling incoherent things, overstimulated and crying. “too much… ahh please… i can’t baby… slow… fuck it’s so deep.”

you continue thrusting slow and powerful, grinding against her g-spot. billie moans so loud it echoes, crying and cumming at the same time, fresh squirt mixing with her cream as her body convulses under you. “no more… yes… oh god i’m cumming again.”

her pussy clenches rhythmically, milking you as she falls apart completely. incoherent pleas mix with loud sobs of pleasure. you pin her wrists above her head, slamming harder now, passionate and rough, drawing out every last orgasm until she is a trembling, squirting, creaming mess beneath you. multiple orgasms leave her voice broken and body glowing with sweat and marks.

after the intense scene, the director calls cut, but billie pulls you close in the trailer later, whispering, “again. just like that. no cameras.” the night continues with more rounds, her submissive cries and your overwhelming pleasure blending into pure bliss. you hold her close afterward, kissing the hickeys you left as she curls into you, spent and satisfied.

this connection is everything — rough, passionate, and addictive. billie had never been fucked like this, and you both crave more. the studio lights fade but the heat between you burns even brighter in private. the end, or just the beginning of many more nights filled with her moans, your touch, and endless pleasure.

billie would text you late at night begging for another private session where she could ride you again until she cried from how good it felt, or let you pin her down and ruin her pussy with those slow hard thrusts that made her squirt uncontrollably. her submissive side only comes out for you, the famous pornstar melting under your hands and cock every single time. the sensory details stick with you — the taste of her skin, the sound of her desperate cries, the way her body trembles and gushes when you push her over the edge again and again. you are addicted and so is she, ready for whatever comes next in this passionate, filthy journey together.

you replay the scenes in your head: the way her pussy felt creaming on you during those rides, the hickeys blooming on her tits, the tears of overwhelming pleasure on her cheeks. it is raw, real, and hotter than any camera could capture. billie eilish, the pornstar who submitted so beautifully to you and only you.

“obsessed with you” obsessed!billie x kehlani ₊˚⊹ ᰔ Gxg imagines

contains: obssessive behaviour, pussy!drunk billie, strap on smut, cunniligus

the room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp and the city lights slipping through half-closed blinds. kehlani’s lying on her back on the king bed, legs slightly parted, wearing nothing but black lace panties that sit low on her hips. the fresh ink is still a little raised.

billie’s name in delicate, flowing calligraphy, scripted just above the sharp lines of her existing “tsunami” tattoo, right where her abdomen dips toward her pelvis. the letters curve elegantly, black against warm brown skin, still tender when touched.

billie can’t stop staring.

she’s kneeling between kehlani’s thighs, hoodie discarded somewhere on the floor, wearing only loose boxers and the harness already strapped on. her eyes are dark, pupils blown, tracing every loop of her own name like she’s memorizing it all over again.

“fuck,” billie breathes, voice rough. “you really did it.”

kehlani bites her lip, a shy smile tugging at the corner. “told you i would.”

billie leans down slow, palms sliding up kehlani’s sides, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just under her ribs. she presses her lips to the very edge of the fresh tattoo. soft at first, testing.

kehlani hisses quietly, the spot still raw, but the sting mixes with heat when billie’s tongue flicks out, tasting salt and new ink.

“does it hurt?” billie murmurs against her skin.

“a little.” kehlani’s voice is breathy. “feels good though.”

billie hums approval. she kisses lower, following the curve of the letters, then higher, retracing them with open-mouthed presses. her hands roam up, cupping kehlani’s breasts, thumbs circling already hard nipples before she slides her mouth over one.

she sucks gently at first—teasing—then harder, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make kehlani arch. a soft moan slips out, kehlani’s fingers threading into billie’s hair, holding her there.

“billie—”

billie switches to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, sucking until kehlani’s hips twitch upward, seeking friction. the ache between her legs is building fast, panties already damp.

billie finally pulls off with a wet pop, looking up through her lashes. “you taste so good everywhere.”

she kisses a trail back down—sternum, ribs, navel—until her mouth hovers right over the new ink again. this time she lingers, lips brushing the “b,” then the double “l,” then the “i” that curls into the “e.” kehlani’s breathing picks up, stomach fluttering under the attention.

billie’s hands hook into the waistband of the lace and tug them down slow, peeling them off kehlani’s legs. she tosses them aside, then spreads kehlani’s thighs wider, settling between them properly.

the sight of her—glistening, swollen, waiting—makes billie’s mouth water.

“look at you,” billie whispers, thumbs spreading her open. “already so wet for me.”

kehlani whimpers, hips lifting instinctively.

billie doesn’t tease long. she leans in and drags her tongue flat from entrance to clit in one long, slow stroke. kehlani’s back bows, a choked “oh god” falling from her lips.

billie groans at the taste sweet, heady, addictive. she dives back in like she’s starving, tongue circling kehlani’s clit in tight, insistent patterns, then dipping lower to push inside her, fucking her with shallow thrusts.

kehlani’s hands fist the sheets. “billie—fuck! right there—”

billie hums against her, the vibration making kehlani’s thighs shake. she’s messy with it, chin slick, lips swollen, completely lost. pussy drunk, eyes half-lidded, focused only on the way kehlani clenches around her tongue, the little sounds she makes, the way her hips roll trying to chase more.

she sucks kehlani’s clit between her lips, flicking fast, then slow, then fast again until kehlani’s crying out, back arching hard.

“don’t stop! please—”

billie doesn’t. she slides two fingers in beside her tongue, curling them up against that spot that makes kehlani sob. she pumps steady while her mouth stays latched on kehlani’s clit, sucking in rhythm.

kehlani comes hard, whole body tensing, thighs clamping around billie’s head, a broken moan tearing out of her throat. billie works her through it, licking slower, softer, until kehlani’s trembling and oversensitive.

but billie isn’t done.

she kisses her way back up kehlani’s body, slow, reverent, until their mouths meet. the kiss is filthy, kehlani tasting herself on billie’s tongue, moaning into it. their tongues slide together, wet and desperate.

billie pulls back just enough to murmur against kehlani’s lips, “you want more?”

kehlani nods frantically. “need you inside me.”

billie reaches down, adjusting the strap, thick, veined silicone, already slick from where she’d coated it earlier. she lines up, nudging the head against kehlani’s entrance, teasing.

“say it.”

“please,” kehlani breathes, legs wrapping around billie’s waist. “fuck me, billie.”

billie pushes in slow, inch by inch, watching kehlani’s face the whole time. kehlani’s mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut as she’s stretched full.

“so tight,” billie groans, bottoming out. she stays there a second, letting kehlani adjust, feeling the way she flutters around the strap.

then she starts moving, slow rolls at first, grinding deep, hitting every spot. kehlani’s nails dig into billie’s back, urging her faster.

billie picks up pace—harder thrusts, hips snapping forward. the bed creaks under them, skin slapping skin. kehlani’s moans turn into gasps, words dissolving into “yes~fuck~ harder—”

billie hooks one of kehlani’s legs over her shoulder, changing the angle, driving deeper. the new position lets her grind against kehlani’s clit with every thrust.

“look at me,” billie demands.

kehlani’s eyes open, glassy, locked on billie’s.

“that’s it. watch me fuck you.” billie punctuates with a sharp thrust that makes kehlani cry out. “this pussy’s mine. say it.”

“yours,” kehlani gasps. “all yours- billie~”

billie leans down, capturing her mouth again, swallowing every sound as she pounds into her. one hand slips between them, fingers finding kehlani’s clit, rubbing fast circles.

kehlani breaks the kiss, head thrown back. “gonna come- fuck—”

“come on my cock,” billie growls against her throat. “let me feel it.”

kehlani shatters, harder than before, walls pulsing, thighs shaking, a sob ripping out as she comes undone. billie fucks her through it, chasing her own high from the friction against her clit, the sounds kehlani’s making, the way she clenches so tight.

when kehlani finally goes limp, panting, billie slows, grinding deep one last time before pulling out carefully.

she collapses beside her, pulling kehlani into her arms. kehlani curls into her chest, still trembling.

billie kisses her forehead, then her lips, soft now.

“you okay?” she whispers.

kehlani nods, smiling sleepy. “more than okay.”

billie’s fingers trace the new tattoo again, gentle this time.

“i love seeing my name on you.”

kehlani laughs quietly. “good. ‘cause it’s permanent.”

billie grins, nuzzling into her neck. “good.”

they stay tangled like that, sweaty, satisfied, breathing each other in, until sleep starts pulling at them both.

kehlani’s last thought before drifting off is how billie’s hand stays protectively over the ink, like she’s claiming it all over again.

hi babyyyyyyyy i’m backkk

“let me see you twirl”⋆˙⟡ sub!kehlani x dom!billie Gxg imagines

contains + summary : after kehlani flirts with other girls at a party, billie’s jealousy explodes at home. she punishes her bratty girlfriend by edging her with strict commands during masturbation. when kehlani cums without permission, billie snaps, straps on and fucks her hard and deep, demanding repeated “sorry”s between punishing thrusts.

the tension had been building all fucking day.

kehlani and billie had been at some industry party, the kind where everyone was grinding up on each other, flashing fake smiles, sipping overpriced cocktails.

kehlani, always the social butterfly, had been chatting up a group of girll but billie saw red. her girlfriend’s hand lingering a second too long on some chick’s arm, the way kehlani laughed a little too hard at their jokes.

that pissed billie off. they’d had words about it before, boundaries and all that shit, but kehlani always pushed. always tested.

by the time they left, the car ride home was dead silent, thick with rage. billie gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles bleached white, jaw locked, staring straight ahead.

kehlani sat shotgun, arms crossed tight, lips in that defiant little pout billie both loved and fucking hated. “what’s your problem?” kehlani finally snapped.

billie didn’t look at her. “my problem? you’re the one out there acting like a thirsty bitch, talking to every slut in the room.”

kehlani rolled her eyes hard. “oh come on, billie. it was nothing. you’re being paranoid as fuck.”

“paranoid?” billie’s voice cracked sharp. “you were practically eye-fucking that girl with the tattoos. don’t play dumb with me, lani.”

kehlani huffed, turning to the window. “whatever. you’re always on my ass about this. maybe if you trusted me—”

“trust you?” billie barked a bitter laugh, tires screeching as she whipped into their driveway. “you make it real fucking hard when you’re out there being a brat every chance you get.”

they stormed inside, door slamming loud enough to rattle the windows. kehlani kicked her heels off, flung her purse onto the couch like it owed her money. “fine, be mad. i don’t give a fuck,” she muttered, heading for the kitchen.

billie was on her in a heartbeat, snatching her wrist, spinning her around. “oh you don’t give a fuck? cute. but you’re about to start giving one real quick.”

kehlani’s eyes flared, surprise mixed with that familiar bratty spark. “let go of me, billie.”

“no.” billie’s grip tightened, voice dropping low, dangerous. “you’ve been pushing my buttons all night, lani. acting like a little slut, ignoring everything we talked about. you think you can just talk to whoever, flirt with whoever, and there won’t be consequences?”

kehlani tugged, but billie pinned her back against the counter, bodies inches apart, heat crackling despite the fight. kehlani’s breath hitched, attitude cracking under billie’s stare. “it wasn’t flirting,” she said, weaker now.

billie leaned in, lips ghosting her ear. “bullshit. and now you’re gonna pay for it.” she let go of the wrist but didn’t move back. “strip. right now.”

kehlani hesitated, cheeks burning. “billie—”

“i said strip, kehlani. don’t make me fucking repeat myself.”

with a glare that could cut glass, kehlani yanked her top off, bra next, skirt and panties hitting the floor until she stood bare, skin prickling under billie’s hungry eyes. billie didn’t touch her—just watched, arms crossed, fire in her gaze.

“good girl,” billie murmured, tone anything but gentle. “bedroom. now. on your back, legs spread.”

kehlani swallowed, the order sending a shameful thrill straight to her core. she obeyed, padding naked down the hall, climbing onto their king bed. cool sheets against fevered skin, she spread her thighs wide, pussy already glistening, betraying how much this fucked-up power play turned her on.

billie followed slow, shedding layers until she was in just boxers and sports bra. she stood at the foot of the bed, staring down like kehlani was prey. “touch yourself,” she ordered. “show me how wet you got from being such a brat.”

kehlani’s hand slid down, fingers slipping through slick folds. she was drenched, clit swollen and pulsing as she circled it slow. a soft moan slipped out, eyes locked on billie.

“that’s it,” billie husked. “rub that pretty clit. but when i say stop, you fucking stop. no cumming without permission. got it?”

kehlani nodded, lip caught between her teeth. “yes, daddy.”

billie knelt between her legs, close but untouching, watching every move. kehlani’s breaths sped up, hips twitching as she worked herself closer.

“stop.”

kehlani whimpered, yanking her hand away. her whole body shook. “daddy, please…”

“shut up and start again. slower.”

kehlani obeyed, lazy circles now, the denial making every touch electric. she moaned louder, gripping the sheets.

“stop.”

“fuuuck,” kehlani groaned, pulling back again, pussy clenching on nothing. “this isn’t fair.”

billie smirked. “fair? you think flirting with other bitches is fair? keep going.”

kehlani dove back in, faster, chasing it hard. back arching, toes curling, so close—

“stop.”

kehlani cried out, obeyed, trembling, sweat slicking her skin. “billie i can’t… i need to cum so bad.”

“not yet. one more. make it good.”

fingers shaking, kehlani plunged two inside, thumb frantic on her clit. wet sounds filled the room, pleas spilling out. “oh god billie please…”

“stop.”

but this time kehlani couldn’t. her body ignored the word, fingers pumping as the orgasm ripped through her. she squirted a little, convulsing, crying out. “fuck—fuck i’m sorry—”

billie snapped.

she was off the bed in a flash, yanking the strap-on from the drawer, buckling it on fast. thick silicone cock standing proud. “what the fuck did i say?” she growled, climbing back between kehlani’s thighs.

kehlani was still twitching, pussy fluttering. “i’m sorry billie… i couldn’t help it…”

“too fucking bad.” billie grabbed her hips, flipped her onto her stomach. “you cum without permission? now i’m fucking you until you learn.”

she teased the tip against kehlani’s soaked entrance, then slammed in deep in one brutal thrust. kehlani screamed into the pillow, stretch burning so good. billie didn’t pause—pulled almost out, rammed back in. “what did i say about cumming?” each word punctuated by a punishing snap of hips.

“i’m sorry!” kehlani gasped, fists in sheets. “i’m so fucking sorry!”

billie fucked her relentlessly, harness slapping ass, skin on skin loud. “sorry doesn’t cut it. you think you can disobey me? flirt with those whores then cum like a desperate slut?”

kehlani’s moans muffled, g-spot battered with every stroke. “i won’t—fuck billie harder!”

billie yanked her hair, arching her back. “beg for it. say you’re mine.”

“yours,” kehlani sobbed, tears of pleasure streaking. “all yours.”

billie flipped her again, hooked legs over shoulders, driving deeper. “look at me. tell me you’re sorry while i fuck this pussy.”

kehlani’s hazy eyes met hers. “i’m sorry… so sorry for talking to them… for being a brat… fuck i’m sorry!”

billie crashed their mouths together, biting, hips never slowing. kehlani scratched down her back, another orgasm coiling tight.

“can i cum?” kehlani begged, voice wrecked.

“not yet,” billie snarled, grinding her own clit against the base. “hold it.”

kehlani sobbed. “i can’t—”

“cum now, slut. cum on this dick.”

kehlani broke apart, clenching hard, screaming billie’s name. billie chased her own high right after, grinding until she shuddered.

they collapsed, panting. billie eased out, tossed the harness, pulled kehlani close. “you okay?” soft kiss to her forehead.

kehlani nodded, curling in. “yeah… intense.”

billie chuckled. “good. don’t make me do it again.”

but they both knew she would.

billie wasn’t done.

she grabbed the strap, still slick. “clean it.”

kehlani blinked, then opened her mouth. billie fed her the silicone, slow at first, then deeper. “taste yourself, baby.” hand in kehlani’s hair, guiding her to take it all. kehlani gagged, tears welling, but sucked obediently, tongue swirling, throat working.

billie groaned. “good fucking girl.”

then she pushed kehlani flat, spread her thighs, dove in with her mouth. tongue flat against oversensitive folds, lapping slow. “you think you deserve this after disobeying?”

kehlani bucked. “please billie… more…”

billie sucked her clit, slid two fingers in, curling. built her right to the edge—then stopped. pulled away.

“please,” kehlani whined. “i learned my lesson.”

“not yet.” billie flipped her onto all fours. hand cracked down hard on her ass. “count.”

“one… two… fuck three…”

red handprints bloomed. after ten, billie strapped up again, lined up from behind, slammed in. “what did i say about those bitches?”

“not to talk to them… i’m sorry!” kehlani cried, ass jiggling with every thrust.

billie reached around, rubbed furious circles on her clit. “cum again. show me you’re mine.”

kehlani shattered once more, collapsing forward.

billie held her after, whispering soft apologies for the fight but firm reminders of the rules.

they showered together, billie soaping her gently, fingers slipping between her legs one last time—slow, sweet circles until kehlani came soft and quiet against her chest. “good girl,” billie praised.

back in bed, tangled and warm, the fight dissolved into post-sex haze. kehlani’s bratty spark still flickered though—enough to promise there’d be more nights like this.