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Content: Smut, Exhibitionism, Fingering Under A Table, Dirty Whispering, Restaurant, Public Play, Be A Good Girl And Smile
The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of the black SUV as it pulled up smoothly in front of the exclusive rooftop restaurant. It was your anniversary — one full year with Billie, and she had insisted on making it special. No clubs, no parties. Just the two of you, a quiet table booked under a fake name, and the kind of night she promised you’d never forget.
The door opened, and there she was.
Billie stepped out first, dressed in an oversized black button-up that somehow looked sinful on her frame, the top few buttons undone just enough to tease the soft skin beneath. Her hair was down, freshly dyed black and those sharp blue eyes found yours immediately. A small, cocky smirk tugged at her lips.
She extended her hand toward you like a perfect gentleman.“C’mon, baby,” she murmured, voice low and warm. “Let me help my girl out.”
You took her hand, feeling the cool metal of her rings against your skin as she gently guided you out of the car. The night air was warm, but the way her fingers laced tightly with yours sent a different kind of heat rushing through you. She pulled you close for a second, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
“You look fucking beautiful tonight,” she whispered against your hair, inhaling your scent like she couldn’t get enough. “Can’t wait to have you all to myself later.”
With her hand still firmly holding yours, Billie led you through the elegant entrance. Heads turned — they always did when Billie Eilish walked into a room — but she only had eyes for you. Her thumb brushed soothing circles over the back of your hand as the hostess guided you both to a private corner table overlooking the glittering city skyline.
Billie pulled out your chair like the smooth romantic she could be when she wanted, waiting until you were seated before pushing it in gently. She leaned down, lips brushing your ear as she whispered, just for you: “Happy anniversary, my love.”
She finally sat across from you, those ocean eyes sparkling with something darker already — a promise. The candlelight danced across her face, highlighting the sharp line of her jaw and the soft curve of her lips.
Billie leaned forward slightly, her elbows resting on the table as she looked at you with that hungry, half-lidded gaze that always made your stomach flip. The candlelight made her eyes look even darker, more dangerous.“By the way, baby…” she said, voice low and velvet-smooth, “I already took care of everything. We’re not going home tonight.”
You raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Oh?”
“Mhm,” she smirked, biting her bottom lip for a second. “I booked the penthouse at Chateau Marmont. The big one. Rose petals all over the bed, champagne on ice, and that warm lube you like… the one that makes everything feel even wetter and hotter.”
Her voice dropped even lower, almost a growl. “I can’t fucking wait to have you spread open for me all night. I’m gonna spend hours between your legs, tasting you, fingering you, making you cum until you can’t even say my name properly.”
The filthy promise hit you straight in the core. You squeezed your thighs together under the table, already feeling the heat building.
Before you could answer, Billie reached across the table, grabbed your chin gently but possessively, and pulled you in. Her lips met yours in a deep, passionate kiss right there in the middle of the restaurant. It wasn’t soft — it was hungry. Her tongue slipped past your lips, claiming your mouth like she owned it, while her thumb brushed your jaw. You could taste the faint hint of mint and the sweetness that was just… Billie.
You melted into it, your hand instinctively gripping her wrist.
When she finally pulled back, her lips were slightly swollen and shiny. She looked proud of herself.
But then her eyes flicked toward the large glass windows overlooking the street.
Her expression changed just a little — that familiar mix of annoyance and mischief. “Shit…” she muttered under her breath.
You turned your head slightly and saw it too: movement outside. A group of people with cameras had started gathering near the entrance. Flashes were already going off in the distance, paparazzi moving quickly, trying to find the best angle to shoot through the windows.
Billie’s smirk returned, darker this time.
“Looks like we’ve got company, baby,” she whispered, her fingers still holding your chin. “They want a show? Maybe we should give them one they’ll never forget…”
You pulled back from the kiss just enough to glance toward the windows again, your eyes widening.“Oh my fucking god… Billie, they’re already here,” you whispered, heat rushing to your cheeks. “How the hell did they find us so fast?”
Billie leaned back in her chair, letting out a soft, raspy laugh that made your stomach flutter. Her eyes sparkled with pure amusement as she watched your embarrassed expression, the way you tried to shrink a little in your seat. “Baby…” she chuckled, biting her lip to hold back another laugh. “We’ve been together for two whole years and you still get all shy when the paps show up? It’s so fucking adorable, I can’t even.”
She reached across the table again, taking your hand in hers and intertwining your fingers tightly. Her thumb stroked your skin soothingly, but there was still that mischievous glint in her eyes. “Don’t worry, okay?” she said softly, her voice low and reassuring. “I’ve got you. I always do. They’re not gonna ruin our night. If anything… they might make it more fun.”
You gave her a skeptical look, still feeling the flush on your face, but Billie just smirked wider, leaning in closer so only you could hear her.
“Let them take their pictures. Let them watch how crazy I am for you.” Her eyes dropped to your lips for a second before flicking back up. “Just relax for me, yeah? Tonight I’m taking care of everything… including you.”
Outside, the flashes were getting more frequent, cameras pressed against the glass, trying to capture every angle of the two of you. But Billie didn’t seem bothered at all. If anything, she looked excited.
Billie’s smirk turned downright wicked as the flashes outside intensified. She didn’t even glance at the windows. Instead, she kept her eyes locked on you while her hand slowly disappeared beneath the long white tablecloth.
You felt her fingers brush your knee first, then slide higher, pushing the fabric of your dress up your thighs. Your breath hitched.
“Billie…” you whispered, voice shaky.
“Shh, baby,” she murmured, leaning in like she was just whispering sweet nothings. “They only want a story, right? So let’s give them the best fucking headline of the year.”
Her hand moved boldly between your legs, cupping your heat possessively over your panties. She pressed two fingers against your clothed clit and rubbed slow, teasing circles.
“What’s a better story than Billie Eilish fingering her girlfriend in the most expensive restaurant in Los Angeles?” she whispered hotly against your ear, voice thick with lust. “Too bad they won’t be able to print most of the photos… they’re gonna have to censor the shit out of them.”
Your face burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. You gripped the edge of the table.
“You’re the devil with tits, Billie,” you breathed out, half-laughing, half-moaning.
Billie let out a low, raspy chuckle, clearly pleased.
“And you fucking adore it,” she replied, nipping at your earlobe. “Don’t even pretend you don’t, baby.”
As she said that, her fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties. She tugged them down slowly, deliberately, dragging the lace over your thighs, past your knees, and all the way down to your ankles. With a casual flick of her foot, she kicked them off completely.
Your soaked black panties landed softly on the floor right beside the table — clearly visible to anyone trying to get a shot through the window.
Billie’s eyes gleamed with pure filth as she slid two fingers through your wet folds, parting you open right there under the expensive tablecloth.
“Fuck… already this wet for me?” she groaned quietly. “Good girl.”
Billie’s fingers moved with agonizing slowness, gliding through your slick folds but never pushing inside. She traced lazy patterns over your swollen clit, rubbing gentle circles around it, then sliding down to spread your wetness along your entrance without ever dipping in. Just teasing. Tormenting.
You couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips. It was quiet, but Billie heard it immediately. Her eyes darkened with satisfaction.
“Shhh… easy, baby,” she whispered, voice low and dripping with lust right against your ear. Her breath was hot on your skin. “Be a good girl and smile for me. Look pretty for the cameras.”
You tried. You really did. But another soft, needy whimper slipped out as her fingers pressed firmer against your clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate strokes.
Billie chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.
“If you don’t smile right now,” she murmured, her middle finger dragging slowly up and down your dripping pussy, “I’m gonna keep touching you like this all night. Just the outside. No fingers inside you. No tongue. Just this… until you’re shaking and begging in front of everyone.”
Your thighs trembled under the table. You forced a shaky smile, trying to look natural even as your cheeks burned and your breathing grew uneven.
“That’s it,” Billie praised softly, her voice thick with arousal. “My pretty girl. Look at you… already whimpering so sweetly for me and we’ve barely started.”
She kept stroking you lazily, fingers slick with your juices, occasionally giving your clit a light pinch that made your hips twitch. The flashes outside kept going, but Billie didn’t care. She was completely focused on the way your body reacted to her touch.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” she breathed. “And all mine.”
Billie’s fingers stayed right where they were, slick with your arousal. She shifted slightly in her seat, getting a better angle under the tablecloth, and then she started moving — slow, feather-light circles around your swollen clit.
Just the tip of her middle finger, tracing lazy, torturously soft loops. Not fast. Not hard. Just enough pressure to make your whole body tense with need.
A quiet, shaky whimper left your throat again.
Billie let out a low, amused laugh, the sound raspy and full of filthy delight.
“I know exactly how much you love this, don’t I?” she whispered, still circling your clit so softly it was driving you insane. “When I touch your pretty pussy like this… all gentle and slow. You get so fucking desperate every time.”
You nodded quickly, biting down hard on your lower lip to keep from moaning out loud. Your teeth dug into the soft flesh as another wave of pleasure rolled through you. The gentle, teasing circles were making your hips twitch under the table, but you tried your best to stay still.
Billie’s eyes were locked on your face, drinking in every little reaction — the way your cheeks flushed darker, the way your lashes fluttered, the way you kept biting your lip like a good girl trying not to fall apart in public.
“Yeah… just like that,” she murmured, voice thick with lust. “Keep biting that lip for me, baby. You look so fucking cute when you’re trying not to moan my name in the middle of this fancy restaurant.”
Her finger never stopped those maddeningly soft circles around your clit, spreading your wetness everywhere, keeping you right on the edge of losing control.
The cameras outside kept flashing.
Your body betrayed you completely.
The slow, teasing circles on your clit were becoming too much. You started squirming in your seat, thighs trembling as you tried to press them together around Billie’s hand. Soft, breathy moans slipped from your lips despite your best efforts to stay quiet.
“Mm… fuck, Billie…” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.
Billie’s eyes widened with dark delight as you suddenly leaned forward, grabbing the front of her oversized button-up. You pressed your mouth to her neck and started sucking — hard. Wet, open-mouthed kisses turned into needy little hickeys, marking her pale skin right there in the middle of the restaurant.
Billie let out a surprised, raspy laugh, low and filthy.
“Wow… such a whore,” she breathed, still circling your clit with those torturously soft movements. “The second people start watching you, you turn into a complete slut for me, huh?”
You moaned softly against her neck, sucking another mark right below her jaw as your hips rolled subtly against her fingers. You couldn’t help it anymore. The attention, the risk, her touch — it was making you lose control.
Billie’s free hand came up to grip the back of your neck, holding you against her throat while you kept marking her.
“Fuck, baby… keep going,” she groaned quietly, voice thick with arousal. “Mark me up while I play with this soaked pussy. Let them see what a desperate little slut you are for me in public.”
Your whimpers grew a little louder, your squirming more obvious as her finger kept teasing your swollen clit in those maddening circles.
Billie couldn’t hold back anymore.
While you were still sucking on her neck, leaving fresh hickeys, she slid two long fingers deep inside your dripping pussy in one smooth thrust. You gasped sharply against her skin.
“Fuck…” she growled quietly.
She didn’t waste time. Her fingers curled instantly into that perfect come-hither motion, stroking right against your sensitive front wall with practiced precision. She pumped them slowly but deeply, rubbing that spot over and over while her thumb pressed firmly on your clit.
Your eyes rolled back immediately. Your mouth fell open against her neck as a silent moan got caught in your throat. Your whole body tensed, thighs shaking hard under the table as pure pleasure crashed through you.
Billie let out a low, raspy laugh, clearly loving how fast you were falling apart.
“Look at you,” she whispered, voice full of filthy affection. Her fingers kept curling relentlessly inside you, hitting that spot again and again. “Eyes rolling back like a good little slut… right here in public. God, I fucking adore you.”
She kissed the side of your head tenderly even as her fingers fucked you deeper, faster, curling harder with every stroke.
“I adore how wet you get for me… how easily you lose control,” she murmured, her breath hot against your ear. “My perfect dirty girl.”
Your pussy clenched hard around her fingers, soaking her hand as she kept working that come-hither motion without mercy.
Billie’s fingers were relentless inside you — curling hard and fast against that perfect spot, her thumb rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit. Your pussy was soaking her hand, obscene wet sounds barely muffled under the tablecloth.
“I want you to cum for me, baby,” she growled low against your lips, voice thick with lust. “Right fucking now. I’m not stopping until you do.”
You were barely holding it together. Your face was completely contorted in pleasure — eyebrows furrowed, eyes half-rolled back, mouth open as you fought not to scream.
Billie leaned in and crashed her mouth against yours in a deep, messy kiss, swallowing your moans as she started counting right against your lips.
“Ten…” she whispered, curling her fingers harder. “Nine…” Another deep stroke.
Your body started shaking uncontrollably. You were so close it hurt.
“Eight… Seven…” she continued, kissing you filthier, tongue fucking your mouth while her fingers destroyed you under the table.
You were almost screaming into her mouth now, the sound coming out as desperate, broken whimpers and whines. Your face was pure blissed-out agony — eyes squeezed shut, then rolling back again, cheeks flushed dark red.
“Six… Five… Four…” Billie’s voice got rougher, more eager. She kissed you like she wanted to devour you, biting your bottom lip hard.
You were right on the edge, thighs violently trembling, pussy clenching desperately around her fingers.
“Three… Two…” she growled, pumping faster. “Be a good girl and cum for me, baby.”
“Two and a half… One…” Billie growled into your mouth, her fingers curling violently against that sweet spot deep inside you. “Cum for me, baby. Now.”
The orgasm hit you like a freight train.
Your whole body seized up as the intense pleasure exploded through you. You came hard, soaking Billie’s fingers, your pussy clenching and pulsing around her relentlessly. A broken, high-pitched moan tore from your throat, barely muffled by her hungry kiss. Your eyes rolled back completely, face twisted in pure ecstasy as wave after wave crashed over you.
Billie didn’t stop. She kept fucking you through it, fingers pumping steadily, curling, stroking every last bit of pleasure out of your spasming cunt while her thumb pressed firm circles on your throbbing clit.
“That’s it… good fucking girl,” she praised against your lips, voice rough and proud. “Cum all over my fingers like the dirty slut you are.”
Your body shook violently, thighs trembling, hips jerking against her hand as the orgasm dragged on and on. You were seeing stars, barely able to breathe.
Only when you finally started to come down, whimpering and oversensitive, did Billie slowly pull her fingers out of you. She lifted her hand from under the table without shame, her long fingers glistening with your cum right in the candlelight.
With a wicked, satisfied smirk, she brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean — slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on yours the entire time. She moaned softly at your taste, licking between her fingers like it was her favorite dessert.
“Fucking delicious,” she murmured.
Then she leaned back in her chair, looking completely composed while you were still trying to catch your breath, face flushed and fucked-out.
Billie glanced toward the windows where the paparazzi were losing their minds with flashes and cameras.
“Alright, baby… I think we’ve given them enough of a show,” she said casually, that cocky little smirk still playing on her lips. “We’re done entertaining the paps for tonight. Now we’re gonna enjoy our anniversary dinner like the nasty, in-love bitches we are.”
She reached over and gently fixed your dress under the table, then picked up her menu like nothing had happened, though her eyes were still dark with promise.
“Eat up, my love,” she added with a wink. “You’re gonna need the energy for what I’m doing to you at the Chateau later.”
cw: smut. billie g!p. p in v. unprotected. hair pulling. choking. spanking. restraining. dirty talk. almost getting caught.
"billie!" i gasped quietly as she bent over me to put her mouth next to my ear. one hand was bruising into my hip, the other snaking up my stomach to fondle my tits.
"feel good mama?" she husked out as her black hair curtained both of our faces.
i had come over to have dinner with her family and to hear the new music she was working on. but billie had got this look in her eye during dinner and i knew where after dinner was headed.
and sure enough she had dragged me into her room, tent in her baggy shorts.
now i'm bent over, chest pressed to the mattress, as she destroys me from behind.
"ugh- billie!" a grunt came out as she pulled my hair gently. "feel s'good."
her strokes became long and deep, burying her tip all the way in. i could feel her breath shuttering as her arms lightly shook. i knew she was close.
"fuck i don't wanna cum yet," she slurred as she pressed her nose into my temple. i just moaned in response, too clouded by pleasure to say anything.
billie then shifted so that she was back upright, her hand letting go of my hair to wrap around my throat as she pulled me back onto her cock.
"oh my god!" i moaned out a little too loudly which earned me a harsh slap on my ass.
"be quiet baby," billie whispered, hand smoothing over the sting.
she began to drill into me, the sound of skin slapping was barely audible over the music she had put on earlier but i could still hear it. i began moaning uncontrollably into the pillow as my hands fisted into the sheets.
"god you look so fuckin' good baby," billie moaned out as she squeezed my ass. her thrusts became impossibly rougher which caused my hand to fly back to try to stop her. she grabbed my wrist and pinned it against my back. "nuh uh, take it y/n. take it baby."
"billie s' too much, fuck!" my words came out in a squeak as she mercilessly fucked me into the mattress.
"say the word, ill stop." she said through a smile, spanking me again. i stayed quiet. "that's what i thought."
just when she started to hit my spot repeatedly, there was a knock on the door.
billie's movements slowed and i turned around to look at her with wide eyes. her own eyes flicked to the door which was unlocked.
"stay quiet," billie whispered before her hand snakes around and covers my mouth. she keeps my arm pinned with her other hand as she begins to move again.
"billie?" finneas said from the other side of the door. billie rolled her eyes with a frustrated groan but didn't answer. finneas knocked again. "are you busy?"
"very," billie spits out over the music. she uncovered my mouth gently just to rest her hand on my ass.
"how busy?" he asks.
"i just said very busy," she groans again, hand digging into my hip to pull me back onto her cock. i can barely hear the conversation as the words blur in my ears from the pleasure of billie fucking me.
"i need your help," finneas stated loudly. at this point, even i was annoyed.
why can't he get the hint?
"it can wait!" billie yelled loudly, her movements stopping. i looked back at her with pleading eyes, my legs shaking from how close i was.
"i want to get this song done tonight because i will be gone this weekend." he continued talking even though it was very clear that billie doesn't want him talking anymore.
"his voice is making me go soft," billie huffs out to me, shaking her hair out of her face as her fingers bite into my ass. i gently rolled my hips back against her which caused her to curse under her breath.
"he's pissing me off," i breathed out a laugh against the pillow.
"finneas, i really need you to go away." her voice shook as she began to thrust forward again. i could tell if her demeanor that she really just wanted to cum.
"we need to fi—"
"finneas! i don't give a fuck!" billie practically screamed. theres was no answer, just the floor creaking as he walked away. "holy god!"
"billie, keep going." i whispered as i patted her arm to hold hands. she let go of my wrist and interlocked our fingers as she leaned forward again.
"you're so pretty y/n," she huffed out as her hand tangles back into my hair. "taking me so good."
she rolls her hips, causing her tip to hit my spot. i moaned out loudly and she weakly shushed me, even though she was letting out quite the loud sounds herself.
"i'm gonna cum," i cried out and before her verbal permission was given, i was finishing on her dick.
"fuck, me too!" her hips slammed forward into my ass until i felt her finish inside me. she kept going for a moment before letting out a long groan and pulling out. "lemme get the towel mama."
billie got up to grab a towel from her drawer and she turned down the music slightly when she got up. she then gently cleaned me up before she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me onto her.
"well that was embarrassing," i giggled against her chest, the smell of her lotion filling my nose.
"it was fucking annoying!" billie laughed while shaking her head. "i swear to go—"
"billie, i need to talk to you!" finneas's voice sounded through the hall and into the room.
"im gonna fuckin' kill his fuckin' bitch as—" billie started to cuss him out under her breath as she pulled a shirt on and her sweats. "get dressed babe."
i quickly pulled on a hoodie (her hoodie) and my leggings before billie yanked her door open.
"what could you possibly want?" billie spat as she stood in finneas's doorway and i awkwardly stood behind her.
"to finish this song," finneas huffed as he sat down in his chair harshly.
billie then reluctantly agreed to finish the song, me laying next to her the whole time. the rest of the night went smoothly until billie said,
"next time, dont interrupt my time with my girlfriend."
fingering my overstimulated femme so fast, she’s hiccupping through her sobs. “that’s it, cry harder baby. wanna see you completely destroyed.” three fingers deep, curling with each thrust. “look at this mess. you’re dripping everywhere, crying everywhere. so fucking pathetic and I love it.” she tries to close her legs but i force them open. “no, you’re gonna take it and cry pretty for me.”
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synopsis: before the fame, the tours, and the headlines, there was you and billie. your families became quick friends, but how could they not? between shared choir rehearsals, homeschool lessons, and a love for music, you and billie were practically inseparable. raised in a strict, fundamental faith, you were taught to be careful with what you felt, so anything beyond friendship with girls was something you never dared to name. still, she was always there; your girl next door, your best friend, your almost-something you both pretended not to notice. it lived in the small moments, the lingering glances, the way silence never quite felt empty between you two. and even when life began to pull you in different directions, one thing remained true: some people are temporary, but billie never was.
pairings/au: singer!fem!reader x bsf!billie
series warnings: intended lowercase, fluff, angst, (possibly smut?), religious themes and guilt, mild familial homophobia, heavy mental themes.
disclaimer: i want to say that i was very moved by @fleurfiles's fic 'fable and truth', and it inspired me to also express my upbringing, current thoughts on faith, and how to affected me within my series. in no way am i intending to copy it! if you're reading this and have also gone through the same experience, i hope you feel seen and safe within this page. love ya! 🤎
a/n: hi guys! first fic post kinda nervous… but i am so excited to make this fic! i have 10 chapters planned so far and the first chapter is coming soon! if you're into super detailed fics, this is gonna be for you! i am also always open to ideas so feel free to send me an ask. i hope y'all enjoy this! 🤍 also i know this looks hella basic… i'll fix it when i figure out tumblr, okay? 😔 thank you @byeilish for helping me get the perfect shade matches for the images!
au: you are a woman of composure, calm, poise. but inside that specific folder in billie's phone, a restricted access to anyone, contains multiple videos of you that is only for billie's eyes to see.
contains: face riding, filming of sex, use of dildo, fingering, scissoring, scratching, a little edging, subtle praising
an here youu gooo. moved away from g!p cuz this is so delishhh??a bit detailed b4 i leave again lol. (not proofread) PART III of Restricted Access
Clip 15: hotel bathroom
➀ Video ▹3:12
billie is holding the phone at arm's length, filming the two of you in the mirror of a dimly lit hotel bathroom. she's standing behind you, her front pressed against your back.
she's is buried in your neck, but her eyes are locked on the camera. watching you break under her touch. you reach back, your fingers tangling desperately in her dark hair, and you yank. her head snaps back, exposing her throat, but she doesn't flinch.
instead, she lets out a sharp, jagged laugh and smirks at the lens.
"yeah, do it again," she dares you, her voice a low vibration you can practically feel through the screen.
she's working her fingers into you—deep, fast, and rhythmic. the audio picks up the wet slap of her hand hitting your thigh. you're a mess, whimpering and leaning all your weight into her.
"b-billie…" you broke.
you grab her forearm—the one she's using to ruin you—and dig your nails in. you see the skin turn white under your claws before red lines start to rise.
but then again, she didn't even flinch. she just hummed and placed a soothing kiss on your damp temple.
billie zooms the camera in on her arm, showing the fresh, angry scratches you’ve left. she looks from the marks back to your face in the mirror, her expression pure, smug satisfaction.
she whispers, "damn, look at what you did. you're such a brat," before she bites the shell of your ear and the clip cuts.
Clip 12: the fucking throne
➀ Video ▹4:10
the phone is propped up on the headboard, tilted down. it captures the back of billie's head and the full view of you pinned beneath her.
billie is sitting directly on your face, her weight fully supported by your shoulders. the camera captures her arched back, the muscles in her spine tensing as she grinds her clit against your mouth.
"that's it baby. shit—right there. stay there for me."
the audio is muffled—your gasps for air mixed with her low, steady moans. she's reaching down, her hands tangled in your hair, guiding your head to make sure you’re hitting every spot.
she starts to pick up the pace, her hips moving in a frantic, circular motion. needy and desperate. you can see her hand come into frame, reaching down to pull her own folds open so you can get deeper.
she's vocal now, a "fuck, fuck, fuck" rhythm that matches her movements. the camera shakes as you try to buck upward to meet her.
billie stiffens, her fingers digging into your scalp so hard her knuckles go white. she presses down with everything she has, cutting off your air for a second as she rides out the wave.
the clip ends with her collapsing forward onto your chest, gasping for breath, the camera catching her sweaty, stupid grin.
Clip 10: needy bitch
➀ Video ▹5:12
the phone is held in billie's left hand. the flash is on, creating a high-contrast, cinematic look that highlights every bead of sweat and every drop of moisture.
the frame is filled with the sight of her rings—heavy, cold silver—slowly parting your folds. you're visible only from the waist down, trembling so hard the bedsheets beneath you are rustling.
but billie didn't like that. she moved her hand to press against your abdomen, stopping you from thrashing around.
"stay fucking still." she commanded and that made you obey against your own will.
when you behaved enough, billie started using her index finger to trace your length, over and over, never quite hitting the center.
the audio is a symphony of your broken whimpers. you hear her voice, a low, sandpaper rasp just off-camera "look how wet you are for me. you're literally dripping, baby. do you want it?"
you hear yourself beg. a soft, pathetic "please, billie," and she just chuckles.
she shifts the camera angle slightly to show her hand moving. in the clear view, her middle fingers are soaked—showing the camera how fucking easy you are. billie lifted her hand slightly to emphasize your slickness, pressing her middle finger and thumb together before pulling it apart — creating a thin string of your own arousal stretching. she catches the thick, clear pre-cum on her fingertips and brings it back to the frame, smearing it over your clit and deep into your entrance.
"fuck—" you gasped. billie leaned the camera to the end of the bed and placed her palm over your mouth.
"better stay quiet for me, hm? do you want mom to hear how much of a fucking slut you are?"
oh.
my.
god.
you totally forgot about maggie and patrick and shark who's pawing outside the door.
and you forgot about how thin the walls are. you whined against her palm. there's nothing you can really do. she's stretching you with her thumb, prepping the tight skin, making sure you’re glistening under the red LED light of her room.
she brings the head of the dildo into the frame. strapped onto her. it's huge, veined, and you can see your future limping. she doesn't go in. she just rubs the head against you, catching on your hood, dragging the length of it through your slickness. you're sobbing now, your hips jerking upward instinctively to find her, but she stays just out of reach.
"tell me whose it is," she demands. you can hear her own breath hitching. she’s just as close as you are.
the camera shakes as she finally commits. she lines herself up and pushes—not fast, but with a steady, crushing weight. the audio captures the loud, wet squelch as the head disappears inside you. your fucking moaned into her palm, a strained note as your body stretches to accommodate her.
she pauses halfway in, letting the camera focus on the way your skin is pulled taut around her base, white-knuckled and pulsing.
the clip ends with her letting out a raspy "fuck, you're so tight," before she slams the rest of the way in, the phone tumbling onto the bed as she grabs your hips to finish you.
Clip 21: stretched
➀ Video ▹6:45
the lighting is professional—dim warm light from her lamp that make the slickness of your skin look like gloss.
billie has you propped up on a stack of pillows, legs spread so wide it's almost clinical. she's not even touching you yet—she's just holding the phone inches away from your clit. you see the pulse of your own heart in your folds.
billie's voice is a dark, velvet rasp off-camera "look at that. look how much you're leaking for a piece of plastic. you're literally steaming."
she brings a massive, dark silicone dildo into the frame. it's thick, realistic, and glistening with a fresh coat of lube. she doesn't put it in. she uses the head of it to circle your entrance, catching the strings of your own moisture and stretching them out. she's filming the way your body reaches for it, the way your pussy literally winces and gapes every time the head brushes past.
so fucking needy.
she finally commits. she pushes the head in just an inch and stops. the camera captures the way you're forced to expand, the skin turning a pale, tight pink. she pulls it out with a loud, wet pop and then rams it back in, three inches deeper.
"nngghh…" you whimper a broken, pathetic sound.
billie zooms in close—you can see the texture of the silicone disappearing into you.
she whispers, "you're so fucking greedy, princess." as she begins a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm.
"oh my fucking god," you breathed out, accidentally block the view of the camera.
that's when the clip ends.
Clip 27: ✂️
➀ Video ▹ 5:45
the bed is stripped down to the white sheets, making the flush of your skin and the harsh scratches on billie's thighs stand out in high contrast.
four rounds in when billie decided to try scissoring.
you're both on your sides, legs intertwined in a tight "X" shape. billie has her top leg hooked high over your hip, pinning you down. the camera is zoomed in on the center of the frame—where your clits are locked together.
you can see the moisture already pooling between you, creating a shimmering, wet seal. billie is staring at you, her face inches away, her pupils so blown out her eyes look almost black.
she starts a slow, agonizingly heavy grind. it's not about speed—it's about pressure. the audio captures that thick, squelching sound of skin-on-skin friction. every time she pushes upward, you let out a broken whimper.
"yeah, you like that?" billie smirks, her hand reaching down to grab your waist and pull you even tighter against her.
"listen to that," she whispers, her voice vibrating against your lips. "you're so fucking loud for me."
the pace picks up. bad. desperate. billie is breathing in sharp, jagged hitches. you see the muscles in her calves and back tensing as she drives her weight into you.
the friction is creating a visible lather of slickness. you reach out, clawing at her shoulder, your nails leaving fresh red lines. the clip ends with billie biting her lip with her head thrown back to keep herself from screaming as you both hit a crushing, synchronized peak, the camera shaking from the force of her trembling.
Clip 17: my baby
➀ Video ▹ 1:45
this isn't a sex tape anymore. it’s a "morning after" video billie filmed while you were asleep in her arms. the lighting is soft morning sun filtering through the blinds.
the camera pans over her own body. her shoulders are covered in purple bite marks, her forearms are a map of long, jagged scabs from your nails. girl looks like she’s been in a fight with a tiger and happily married her after.
spoiler: the tiger is you
she turns the camera to you, fast asleep and looking completely innocent. she pans back to her own face—no makeup, tired eyes—and she just shakes her head with that small smile.
billie whispers to the camera, "she's fucking crazy. look at this."
she touches a particularly deep scratch on her bicep and winces slightly, but the smirk never leaves her face.
"i love you so much, angel," she whispers before the clip ends with her leaning over to kiss your forehead.
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
CLIP 9: Red
➀ Video ▹ 1:12
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."
CLIP 11: Sit. Down.
➀ Video ▹ 1:34
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.
"yeah? you like that?"
"fuck you." oh, you were frustrated. she let out a small, amused chuckle against your inner thigh.
"baby, you already are."
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."
CLIP 13: Needy
➀ Video ▹ 5:32
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.
CLIP 8: Shy?
➀ Video ▹ 4:51
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
➀ Video ▹ 2:47
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 blink. face blank.
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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Gentle pussy slaps after she overstimmed you to hear your whines while cooing in your ear so you can feel so dumb and pliable in mommy’s arms for the rest of the night 😖
𓐇˚ִִ𓈒 ۫ SYN ⇾ ꒰꒰ smut! ( g!p if you don’t like pls just scroll ) in which things take a turn between the breaks of your interview with billie , you get her to be your good girl with a few surprises in store ꒱꒱
your guest of honor tonight on your show was no other than billie eilish headlining for her new movie for the hit me hard and soft tour . you discussed with her over the course of the interview about her musical rotation , the process of her new album in the making and so much more . “ it’s been a pleasure having you today billie really “ you smiled looking between billie’s eyes her shade of blue was soft and beautiful she smiled back tilting her head “ pleasure’s all mine really “ she giggled . you decide to flirt with her giving the tension an edge by fixing your shirt an open button , revealing your red thin bra . billie’s eyes shot down to your chest her words now getting lost as her train of thought went to a blur she shook her head. “ what?” you smirk “ nothin “ she mumbled looking at the camera with a shy smile smirking as she went on with the topic she was talking about .
through out the duration of the interview you had a smile on your face softly dropping some flirty comments billie blushing she could feel her cock getting more aroused by the minute in between breaks her hands slolwy rubbing her bulge to get some relief drinking water with her hand gripping the cup for her dear life. “ am i making you blush miss eilish “ you smirked at her again she nodded her eyes half lidded licking her lips sensually as she bit her lip “ mmh not blushing’ more intrigued by you really “ she squeezed your hands before the director instructed to take your places again . “ yeah ? why intrigued then?” you tilt your head motioning for her to keep going “ am i that special for you to flirt with me here infront all these cameras “ billie asked you her tone was octave and low , you smile softly “ i think you know my answer to this one “ you whisper squeezing her hand gently once more .
you and billie throughout the rest of the interview played with cards and you impressed her with your skills . when in one of them you told her to open her mouth and she obediently did so , her pupils dilated as she stared at you when you leaned in cupping her face with one of your fingers tilting her chin up “ mmh that’s a good girl “ . you smirk billie’s eyes widened blushing at your praise her cock now leaking between he thighs dying to touch herself she was so so so hard f’you .
billie excused herself into the bathroom making sure no one was around she took off her pants and her boxers her cock springing to her tummy now she hissed at how sensitive it felt . the tip of her cock red and her pre cum growing out she rested her body against the counter , breathing in before she stroked her cock . her own hands wrapping around her girth she was too sensitive to her down touch , her mouth letting out a few needy whimpers .
you walk into the bathroom with 30 minutes to spare before you need to wrap up the day , walking in and opening the door slightly you see billie . with her hand down to her thick cock , stroking her length with precision she closes her eyes the cool texture of her rings up and down her girth gives her more pleasure and deeper control over her orgasm .
you watch billie the sight of her like that igniting the pool of wetness forming between your legs . you take a step foward towards the brown haired girl , the door you opened closing behind you . her eyes widen looking at you with fear and maybe even doubt you’d judge her her mouth wide open as she leaves her hands her pants buckled hitting the ground letting out a few needy groans . “ so i believe i must look fairly stupid now huh? “ you smile shaking your head reassuring her “ no you don’t bils “ she smiles looking into your eyes . “ how much have you seen of mmh this?” , she asks you her gaze on yours still “ a bit too much , to know how much you like to be noisy “ you smirk leaning into her space your hands rest on against the counter she was in your eye level now looking up at her .
“ sooo we have some time to spare , can i make it worth to you billie” you whisper into her ear billie’s cock growing . as if on cue she nods her head her hips already thrusting up to relieve the tension , but you take your hands gripping down billie’s hips your fingers tracing her hips underneath you tsk teasingly kissing the sensitive area underneath her ear . “ mmh you use your words for me pretty girl , now be a good girl for me and tell mommy what you want “ billie’s eyes dilate at your soft dom assertiveness tone of your voice beads of sweat forming on her forehead she nods “ please i need you mommy -i-i’ll be your good girl i promise “ you hum in admiration before your plant your mouth on the girl’s cock .
you kiss her sensitive tip billie hissing in reaction you start grazing your tongue around it before engulfing it in your mouth you were practically salivating . your eyes rolling while billie kept whimpering and moaning tugging on your hair to guide you bopping your head you bottomed your teeth to gently graze her cock not too much to hurt her earning a moan from the girl .
a few minutes pass billie coming close to her orgasm “ oh my god fuck fuckkk ma “ she whimpers bucking her hips into your mouth her tip hitting the roof of your mouth almost gagging on it billie orgasms her pleasure surfing through “ fuck you don’t play safe with dat mouth huh?” . she smirks wiping her sweat as you look up at her your eyes filing submission “ no i don’t , and maybe i can show you more “ you lift up your body planting a soft kiss on billie’s lips she holds your waist the kiss slow and soft her hands roaming to your squeezing it while you whimper into her mouth waning a smirk from billie , your tongues fighting for dominance before that you break it. you and billie’s breath panting hot against each other you kiss the corner of her mouth and soft kiss on her neck as you squeeze her hips “ clean up and get back out there we have a interview to finish “ you say cockily winking at billie before you make way out of the bathroom .
a/n: had to hop on this train real quick as my writing comeback 😛
Billie’d been quiet all day. A few friends came over—relaxing on the patio chairs beside your pool. You wore a baby pink bikini, hugging your curves and thick thighs in the right ways. Your girlfriend couldn’t keep her eyes off you, biting her lip every now and then, day dreaming of what she’d do once everyone leaves.
And once you were alone, her presence spoke louder than words. Tension settled in the moment she entered the bedroom, that puppy dog look in her blue-green eyes.
“Baby.” Billie whimpered, catching your attention when you finished changing from your bikini. You barely had enough time to be in your undergarments. She walks slowly towards you in the center of the room, dropping to her knees, eyes trailing down your figure with desperation.
Billie nudges her face against your thigh like a dog. “Been thinkin’ bout you all day.”
“Yeah?” Your hand meets her cheek softly.
She nodded pathetically. “Please let me make you feel good.” Her hands are sliding up your smooth legs, squeezing your flesh as her fingers grazed your panties, tempted to rip them off. “Please, mommy?”
You shivered slightly, smiling down at your beautiful girl. You tapped her cheek twice, “Go ahead.”
The green light made Billie excited and she pulled your panties down, letting them pool around your ankles. Her warm breath fans against your pussy, eager to please. The her tongue, ever so gently, sticks out and licks a bold stripe from your leaking hole to your throbbing clit. She moaned at the taste and you moaned at the contact.
“More.” You softly demanded.
Billie shoved her tongue between your folds, exploring eagerly with the determination of making you feel good. Ripples of pleasure explode through you, breathing getting heavier each passing second as she worked you to the bone.
“Good girl.” You cooed, grabbing a fistful of her hair for stability—not pushing her, just holding. “Such a good girl for me.”
The praise didn’t go unnoticed as Billie buries herself deeper into your pussy. Your juices are spilling down her chin, coating her neck and clothes, staining the carpet, making a complete mess that didn’t matter in the moment. Billie’s tongue swirls as her nose bumps your clit from how close she is.
Seconds after that, you’re coming in her tongue, a warm essence filling her mouth and she groans. You moan loudly, cupping her face as your legs shake uncontrollably. “Swallow.” You told her breathlessly and she did obediently, loving every droplet of your taste.
She pulled away and stood slowly on her feet, throwing her clothes off her body and finally unclasping your bra. Completely naked, her arms swivel underneath your thighs, picking you up with great strength and carrying you towards the bed.
Billie lays you down, pupils dilated with lust and need. “You’re so beautiful.” She whines, then takes one of your hardened nipples in her mouth, sucking softly, occasionally grazing her teeth along it and then switching to give the other one equal attention.
You arched your back into her. At the same time, your hand is finding the bedside drawer, pulling it open and taking out the 7 inch strap on with its illuminating purple glow. You hand it to Billie with a smirk, “Fuck me. Show me how much you want it.”
With shaky hands, Billie fumbles to attach the strap around her, but succeeds in the end. Her hands run up and down your thighs, feeling the softness of your skin. She cups her hand around her mouth, spits, then uses it as lubricant for the faux cock.
“Ready?” Her eyes meet yours.
You nodded once, wrapping your legs around her waist. “Do it.”
Billie licked her lips. She grabs the base, lightly slaps your pussy with the tip of it and then starts to slowly slide it inside you. The stretch is like a burn—perfect and euphoric, Billie bottoms out, groaning like she can actually feel it.
“Move. Make mommy feel good.”
She whimpers and snaps her hips back, thrusting into you at a steady pace that leaves you breathless. You grab into her broad shoulders, moaning so loudly your neighbors might’ve heard.
“God, mommy, you feel so good.” Billie whines from above you. “C-can’t wait to make you come again, just wanna be so good for you.”
“You are.” You promise, almost on instinct, and it was true. “Keep going, baby, don’t stop please.”
“Never.” She cried softly, head falling in the valley of your breasts. “Are you close?”
“Yes. So fucking close.”
“Please come, mommy. Want to feel you.” Billie begs, connecting her lips with yours. You pant heavily in her mouth as your second orgasm pushes through, erupting within you so powerfully. Your back lifts off the bed and you spasm around her strap, Billie groans at the sight of you completely coating her again and the sheets now.
Her own orgasm approaches, tumbling over the edge and her thrusts become sloppy after that until they slowly stop. For a moment you lay there in silence, wrapped in the peaceful ambiance and the smell of sex. Billie pulls out, making you wince at the loss of contact.
“Let me clean you up.” She hushes softly, kissing your forehead in the most loving way.
You smiled softly to yourself, letting her take care of you. When Billie finished, she crawled in bed beside you, wrapping her arms around you and laying her head on your chest. “Mommy’s good girl.” You whispered once in her ear, seeing her flush red before turning the light off, and slowly falling to sleep.
you throw your hair to one side, heels tapping against the concrete, leading you towards the door. today was a long day. you couldn’t wait to see your girlfriend, her smile and essence never failed to make everything seem so minuscule and unimportant.
you twist the knob after unlocking the door, being met with the sounds of billie’s video game. she was precious, she would go on and on about her games, trying to explain them to you. you never really understood, too busy focusing on her beautiful face instead. she turned from her spot on the couch to face the door.
“baby!”
she exclaimed excitedly and threw her controller to the side, you let out a giggle as she stood up, her outfit coming into view.
“nice shirt.”
you teased her, her shirt read ‘girls love my awkward swag’ she finally got within arms reach of you and grabbed you up, bridal style.
“i like this dress.”
she eyed you over in her arms. you were wearing a long black dress, black heels with gold accents, and a black chanel handbag, accompanied by gold jewelry; your favorite: a gold chain adorning your ankle with a “b” charm, it was billie’s favorite too. she loved when you dressed formally like this, the vast contrast between your outfits was sweet in its own way.
she carried you to the bedroom and sat you down softly, you rested against your elbows on the bed as she pulled your heels off and put them away for you,
“tell me about what you did today, baby.”
you liked hearing about her days. her current looser schedule with no tour and not very many meetings very appealing compared to your 9-5.
“well, finneas came over and we worked on a few songs,”
she took your handbag and emptied out the every day things, taking it to it’s spot as well.
“then we got some lunch and he went back home, i cleaned the house a little, did some laundry and played my game until you got here. what about you, pretty girl?”
you sighed deeply and fell back dramatically against the bed.
“don’t even get me started.”
she let out a small laugh as she joined you on the bed.
“that bad huh?”
you nod and sit up, resting your head against her shoulder.
“i missed you, sweet girl.”
peppering small kisses across the exposed skin of her neck, she hummed in agreement.
“you know what else i missed?”
you straddled her lap in one swift motion, twisting her hair between your fingers. she looked at you with those pleading eyes of hers, you leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“i missed how good you are for me.”
you felt her starting to squirm, you planted a soft kiss on her cheek and got up to walk over to the closet.
“i want this off before i come out.”
you waved your finger up and down her body, she was too pretty to be all covered up.
you step into your shared walk in closet, sliding the long dress off to reveal the black, lacy, matching set you had on underneath.
you were reapplying your lipstick as you heard billie turn on some music, you smile and wipe the corners of your mouth.
you reached up to the top of your closet and pulled down the black box that stayed just out of reach. after careful consideration of its contents you finally decided on a strap and some handcuffs.
you step back out and lean against the doorframe, smiling as billie sat on the bed, naked, just like you asked.
“what a pretty girl you are bils.”
you walked over to the side of the bed, placing the toys on the nightstand.
“come sit.”
you stood in front of the large mirror next to the bed, you knew she was going to love this. she obeyed and sat on the edge of the bed.
“scoot back a little for me baby, i want to show you something.”
she did so, you spread her legs and sat between them. your back was facing billie but because of the mirror you could still see her sweet face. she rested her head against you as you got comfortable in front of her, she kissed your shoulder gently.
“you’re so pretty.”
the words rolled off her tongue in desperation, billie had always been the type to value your pleasure far above her own. it was like her entire purpose in life was to make you feel good, in fact she got off on it.
you spread your legs in front of the mirror, showcasing the black lingerie and the pool of desire that soaked into the lace. billie gasped and you smirked.
“you see how much i missed you, sweetheart?”
she nodded and ran her hands up and down your thighs.
“take this off for me.”
you ran your finger under the strap of your bra. billie quickly undid the clasp with one hand and pulled it off your body, you watched as her eyes fell low, a moan escaping her lips at the sight of your tits. she patiently waited for your command, she knew better than to touch without permission.
“you can touch, my love.”
she hurriedly wrapped her hands around your torso and rolled your nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, pinching just hard enough to elicit a gasp from you.
she smiled with each sound you made, proud of herself, she kissed along your shoulder and up your neck. she got to your ear, kissing behind it gently,
“can i take these off too?”
she ran her finger gently against the elastic of your thong. you hummed and smiled.
“what’s my favorite word?”
she rested her chin against your shoulder.
“please?”
she spoke quietly. you smiled and kissed her cheek softly.
“my other favorite word.”
she bit her lip and now laid her head down against your shoulder instead.
“please, mommy?”
you ran your fingers through her hair and smiled.
“there’s my girl, go ahead.”
she eagerly snatched them off and threw them on the floor, desperate to please you. her lips parted at the slick coating your heat, you clung tightly to a handful of her hair and picked your head up to see her reflection.
“you see how badly i want you, my love?”
she nods and bites her lip.
“come on bils, make me cum.”
without a second of hesitation her fingers land on your glossed over clit, pressing fast circles into you. moans drip from your lips as she toys with you, the words ‘fuck’ and ‘yes’ slipping out of you like a broken record.
“you look so beautiful.”
she spoke just above a whisper, you loved when she got needy like this. she tore her fingers away from your clit, the thought of not pleasuring you for even a second like torture to her.
she ran her fingers through the arousal coating your sex, it dripped down her fingers as she slipped them inside. the room quickly filling with sounds of pleasure as she sped up, the walls becoming coated with the slick sounds of her filling you up.
tears began to well in her eyes from your tight grip on her hair and the sounds you were making, she soon blinked them away.
“i’m sorry.”
she spoke quietly, you continued to moan out, mind too consumed with the pleasure. her fingers slid out of you, her wet hands picking you up as she got off the bed. you opened your eyes as your back fell against the bed, she was standing over you.
she pushed your arms over your head and held them down as she fumbled for the handcuffs on the nightstand. she quickly clicked them around your wrists and onto the headboard. you pulled against the cuffs in confusion.
“bils, what are you-?”
she pressed her hand over your mouth as she tightened the last chord down on the strap.
“i’m sorry.”
her mouth hung open, she was too drunk on the sounds of your moans that she was doing anything to make you feel good, even disobeying.
she pulled her hand off your mouth as she ran the tip through your folds, you bit your lip and pushed your hips closer to her.
“just fuck me!”
you demanded, she immediately obeyed and slid all of her length inside you. a loud moan rolled off your tongue, adjusting to the length.
once you became fully acquainted she soon built up to a fast rhythm. ‘i'm sorry’ were the only words that she could muster, over and over again as her eyes stayed fixated on watching the way you continuously swallowed her entire length.
her eyes began to well once more from the view beneath her, she was mesmerized. her thumb found its way to your clit, matching the pace of her thrusts.
your moans were like music to her ears, she smiled as it began to get harder to thrust inside of you from how hard you were clenching around her, her free hand gripping your hip with enough force to leave bruises. she only fucked into you harder, your legs wrapping around her torso.
“i’m so sorry, mommy, i just wanted to make you feel good.”
she looked up at your face, the tears escaping her eyes as single droplets fell onto your stomach. you smiled between moans.
“it’s okay baby, just make mommy cum, yeah?”
she nodded fervently and went back to focusing on your pleasure, making quick work of your command. you began to feel that warm sensation tightening up.
“bils!- fuck!- i’m gonna!-“
she smiled eagerly as your entire body shook, she continued to hit that sweet spot inside of you as you rode out your high.
your chest heaving as your back finally sunk back against the bed. she slipped her strap out with ease, hurriedly taking it off to undo your wrists.
“i’m so sorry.”
you sat up and rubbed your wrists, you smiled and thumbed over her cheek.
“i know sweet girl, you did such a good job.”
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𓂃 cw: subtop!billie eilish 𝑥 fem!reader. oral (r!receiving.) billie gets off just cause you get off. degradation, some praise at the end. mommy kink. one use of the word ‘slut.’ i think i rushed the ending i’m sawry 😣
it took billie forever to finally fall into a slumber.
she was tossing and turning next to you all night, beads of sweat clung to her forehead as she tried any remedy she possibly could in order to get her eyes to close for longer than a millisecond. embarrassingly enough, the reason that she couldn’t rest is because she was so horny that it was physically paining her.
she felt awful because it wasn’t like she was attempting to wake you to get you to touch her. no— the truth was that she had been deprived of touching you, of making you feel good, for being satisfied just from making you satisfied. in whatever way you would let her, she needed to touch you someway, somehow.
she also felt bad because on the other hand, her girlfriend was trying to get a good night’s rest before a long day of work that was awaiting her tomorrow. your eyes were completely closed, with your mouth slightly agape and chest rhythmically rising and falling, when she had waked you. it was simply too much.
“baby,” she had spoken softly, letting the word float through the air for a second to listen to a response, a movement— something. but to her luck, you were fast, fast asleep.
she had already given up. tears pricked at her eyes, sexual frustration making her so upset that she was literally starting to get angry. she probably could’ve relieved herself, yes— but she needed more than what only she could give. she needed your touch, your mouth, fingers, anything really. but that wasn’t much of an option.
she flipped from one side to another, from her back to her stomach, from the top of the bed to the bottom, and still couldn’t sleep. she played asmr and counted sheep and hell— even tried to make a warm glass of milk, and sleep wouldn’t come. selfishly, she ended up trying to wake you again with a gentle shake, but had no luck, and she finally found some way to make herself go to sleep.
well, not for long.
she woke up forty-five minutes later with the same ache still pulsing between her legs. at this point, she had little tears streaming down her face with annoyance, frustration, and anger. she shuffled underneath the sheets, turning to look at the time on the alarm clock, which read 4:16 am. you would be up in less than an hour to get ready anyways, and the risk of waking you up didn’t seem to matter to her. so, she reached over and shook your arm, whispering your name repeatedly until you finally stirred.
“mmm,” you hummed slowly as you came to life, eyes blinking as you stretched out your limbs and rolled over to look at your girlfriend. you gave her a sleepy frown, “baby, go to sleep, we both have to be up early.”
“i can’t sleep.” billie frowns, shuffling against the sheets and propping herself up to where she’s laying on her side, her eyes fixated on you, even through the fog of 4 am darkness. you look gorgeous to her and you’re hardly wearing any clothing, and billie’s palms immediately start to sweat, one of them moving to entangle itself with your own hand. “i wanna make you feel good, i can’t—“
you pulled your hand away, propping yourself up on one elbow and looking at her with a tired annoyance. "you’re actually serious right now? you're waking me up for this?"
she nodded frantically, her teeth catching her lower lip. "i’ll do anything. i’ll be so good to you, i promise. just don’t make me wait until morning. i’m begging you."
“you know this is selfish, right bils?” you mockingly frown at her, “i mean, really— are you that needy to where you have to wake me out of my sleep? you really think your little urges are what’s most important to me? that’s pathetic, baby.”
billie let out a half-strangled, raspy whine, shuffling against the sheets with discomfort, “i’m sorry mommy. just—please, can i taste you? i’ll be quick, i just wanna make you feel good and i haven’t in so long, please?”
it’s silent for a moment. with that look in her pretty eyes and the aching of your own sex, it’s impossible for you to say no. you nod slowly and billie’s immediately on you, murmuring little ‘thank you’s against your skin as she slides your panties off, the material pooling around your ankles as your legs open to make room for her head.
“i’m tired and have to get up early, so make it quick.”
she nods as she drags her tongue from your dripping hole to your clit, kissing your flesh before taking the entire thing in her mouth. you let a quiet moan pass through your lips when you feel two fingers slip into your cunt, slick and eager walls swallowing them whole. you shift lazily, “fuck— bils, that’s it, keep going.”
billie curls them with such precise that it makes your head dizzy, her tongue still fixed on your clit that pulsed underneath the muscle with every gentle stroke she gave you. she’s enjoying herself— her moans louder than yours, her clothed cunt rocking into the sheets. you let your head lull to the side, little bubbles of pleasure pooling in your lower stomach, and you snap your eyes shut.
“you taste s’good, mommy.” billie whimpers, and it doesn’t take you long to notice the way her movements grow sloppy, how her breathing starts to stutter, the way her legs twitch underneath her. she hadn’t even been touched by you, and yet, she’s already closer than you are.
“you gonna cum, my slut?” you asked her teasingly, and you watched as a pair of blue eyes met yours from below you, her head nodding fervently against your pussy, bumping against your clit and making you whine. “i haven’t touched you at all and you’re already close?”
her movements fall off the bandwagon, her thrusts becoming choppy, her hips grinding into nothing as she nods, letting out a little cry. her eyes are glossy and her eyelashes are beaded with tears, “i just…i needed you, i only wanna make you feel good…”
you don’t even care about finishing. all you care about is the beautiful, pathetic little girl between your legs, the one who can get off by just eating you out.
“s’okay, you’ve been a good girl baby, you can cum.” you wink, and she falls apart in front of you in seconds. she lets out whiny moans into your pussy, her legs twitching beneath you as she continues to eat you out relentlessly. “w-want you to cum too, mommy.”
your orgasm doesn’t take long to hit you. with a few more thrusts of billie’s digits, you cum all over them, your essence coated on her fingers as she helps you ride your high out until the feeling is too much to bear. slowly, your girlfriend takes her fingers out and sucks on them, releasing them with a little pop!
you giggle as she slithers back beside you, “satisfied?”
“satisfied,” she nods, “thank you, mommy.”
“you’re welcome, my special girl. now, go to sleep.”
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The aroma of the meal fades into the background as you pull the bowl of fresh strawberries and the can of whipped cream from the fridge, intending a light, sweet finish to the night. But Billie’s gaze follows you, intense and playful, her lips curving into a knowing smile that makes your pulse quicken. Before you can arrange anything on a plate, she’s behind you, her hands sliding around your hips, guiding you toward the counter with firm intent.
‘Oh, no,’ she whispers hotly against your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. ‘I’ve got something much tastier in mind for dessert.’ In one fluid motion, she hoists you up onto the smooth surface, your thighs parting slightly as you settle, the cool stone pressing against your skin through your clothes. She steps between your legs, her body heat radiating, and snatches the whipped cream from your grasp, giving it a teasing shake.
‘Is that right?’ you murmur back, your voice laced with anticipation, leaning into her touch as heat builds between you.
Her fingers trail up your sides, hooking into your top and peeling it away slowly, exposing your breasts to the soft kitchen glow. ‘Look at you,’ she murmurs, eyes darkening with hunger as she surveys your bare torso. ‘Perfect for savoring.’ The nozzle hisses softly as she traces a line of cold foam along your neck, the chill contrasting sharply with the warmth of her proximity. You tilt your head back instinctively, a soft sigh escaping, and then her tongue is there—warm, insistent—lapping up the cream in slow, deliberate swipes from your collarbone upward. She sucks lightly at your pulse point, drawing out the sweetness mingled with your skin’s salt, her hum of approval vibrating against you.
‘God, Billie, that feels so good,’ you breathe, your hands finding her shoulders, fingers digging in as desire sparks.
‘Mmm, even better than I imagined,’ she says, her voice a sultry purr as she reaches for the can again. She circles your chest next, spraying generous swirls around your nipples until they peak under the frosty touch. Leaning in, she drags her tongue across one mound, flattening it to collect every bit, before closing her lips over the hardened tip. You gasp, arching into her mouth as she sucks firmly, teeth grazing just enough to spark heat low in your belly. She switches sides, licking broad paths that leave your skin slick and tingling, her free hand steadying your back. ‘You taste so fucking divine,’ she breathes between laps, her eyes locking onto yours with raw desire.
‘Don’t stop,’ you plead softly, your voice husky, body trembling under her attention.
Not satisfied yet, Billie lowers the can to your stomach, dolloping the cream in a trail down to your navel, where it pools invitingly. ‘Hold still, baby,’ she coos, her tone laced with command and affection. Her tongue dips into the dip of your belly button first, swirling to clean it out, then flattens against your abdomen, tracing the creamy lines with firm, unhurried strokes. Each pass sends jolts of anticipation through you, your core clenching as her mouth inches lower, her hands working your pants open and sliding them down your legs along with your underwear, baring you completely.
‘You’re driving me crazy,’ you whisper, spreading your legs wider for her, heart pounding.
She parts your thighs wider, knees nudging yours apart, and aims the whipped cream directly at your pussy, the cold burst making you jolt and whimper as it coats your folds. ‘God, you’re already so wet for me,’ she observes, her voice husky with approval, thumb brushing lightly over your clit before pulling back. But instead of diving in right away, she reaches for the bowl, selecting a single, ripe strawberry. Holding it up between her fingers, she brings it to her lips, her eyes never leaving yours as she bites into it slowly—juices dribbling down her chin, her tongue darting out to catch a drop. She chews with exaggerated sensuality, moaning softly around the fruit, the sound echoing your building ache. ‘This could be you,’ she teases, popping the rest into her mouth and swallowing with a wicked grin. ‘But I think I’ll save the best for last.’
‘Tease,’ you gasp, watching her intently, your pussy aching for her touch.
The strawberry discarded, Billie drops to her knees between your legs, her hands gripping your inner thighs to hold you open. Her tongue makes first contact with a long, flat lick along your slit, gathering the cream and your arousal in one go. You moan loudly, fingers tangling in her hair as she delves deeper, sucking at your outer lips before thrusting her tongue inside your pussy, scooping out the sweetness with eager flicks against your walls. ‘Come on, let me hear you,’ she urges between licks, her mouth vibrating against you. She focuses on your clit next, circling it with the tip of her tongue, then sucking hard while two fingers slide into you, curling to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.
‘Yes, right there,’ you cry out, hips bucking against her face, pleasure coiling tight.
The pleasure builds relentlessly—her tongue lashing faster, fingers pumping in rhythm, the remnants of cream mixing with your slickness. ‘That’s it, cum for me,’ she demands softly, her breath hot on your skin. You shatter, pussy spasming around her fingers as waves of ecstasy crash over you, your cries filling the kitchen while she laps every drop, prolonging your release until you’re trembling and spent.
‘Fuck, Billie...’ you pant, body limp and buzzing.
Billie rises then, licking her lips with satisfaction, her cheeks flushed. ‘Not letting you off that easy,’ she says, voice rough with need as she unfastens her pants, shoving them down to reveal the strap-on harnessed to her hips—thick silicone cock bobbing free, glistening slightly from anticipation. She’d been wearing it all through dinner, the thought making fresh heat pool in you. Stepping close, she aligns the tip with your still-throbbing entrance, gripping your hip. ‘Ready for the main course?’ she asks, thrusting forward in one smooth motion, filling your pussy to the hilt.
‘Oh yes, fuck me,’ you moan, wrapping your legs around her waist, pulling her deeper.
You cry out at the stretch, legs wrapping around her as she starts to move—deep, grinding rolls of her hips that drag the strap along your sensitive walls. Her hands roam your body, pinching your nipples as she fucks you harder, the counter shaking with each impact. ‘Fuck, you take me so well,’ she groans, leaning down to capture your mouth in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling as her pace turns punishing. Your second orgasm builds quickly, coiling tight “fuck I’m gonna…”you say as it snaps, clenching around the silicone as she drives you over the edge again, her own breaths ragged against your neck until she finally stills, holding you close in the afterglow.
‘That was incredible,’ you sigh, nuzzling into her, sticky and satisfied.
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