💙Marie💙

synopsis. sleeping with worldwide rapper bannerman while having a boyfriend whos also her best friend was harder then ever

comtent. g!p rapper!manon , doggy style , cheating , calling , r*cky , nicknames (doll)

'your girlfriend wants to be my girlfriend'

manon let’s out a low quiet chuckle, her wide smirk sharpening as she watches your face contort to ecstasy. “can’t even keep quiet, huh?” she teases, her rough finger pinching the soft flesh of your thigh, eliciting a sharper yelp that makes her dick throb inside your pussy.

“tch, i’m just that fuckin’ good” she boasts, voice dripping with cocky pride as she ramps up her pace — thrust turning brutal and fast. her hips slamming forward to bury her length to the hilt, stretching you wide. each plunge draws out louder screams from your throat, your walls fluttering around her in desperate spasms. “that fucking noise” she laughs once, short and breathless, then grunts when you clench around her.

the head of her cock drags over your spongy walls thoroughly on every stroke, and you moan loudly, nails digging into her shoulder enough to draw blood “fuckin’ kill me already” she pants voice rough and cracked.

she grips your hips tighter, angling to hit that spot that makes you wail, revealing in the chaos. “don’t come cryin’ to me when we get noise complaints from those dumbass neighbors” she growls, but her eyes burn with lust, urging you on as she fucks you restlessly, sweat-slicked skin slapping together in a heated frenzy.

parings: dealer!billie x sneakylink!reader

synopsis: billie turns off her location while her girlfriend is asleep and picks you up at 2 am for stolen time together in an empty parking lot.

warnings: cheating, p in v, & unprotected sex

a/n: i have so many ideas rn so im trynna do them all before school starts and the billie fic drought happens again 👀

it’s past 2 am when you’re about to go to bed.

billie: come outside

you pull on your hoodie and slip out. her black audi is at the curb with the headlights off with just the soft glow of the dashboard showing as she leans over and pops the passenger door for you.

you get in and you can already smell the weed on her.

“hi beautiful” she whisperers.

she’s in her pro club hoodie with her eyes looking tired and her phone is facedown on her lap and you ask her.

“doesn’t she have your location?”

“nah i turned it off” she says quietly pulling away from your house “plus she’s already asleep and she’s a deep sleeper”

she drives with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. she doesn't turn on music it's just the sound of the AC and the road.

“where are we going?” you ask.

“our spot baby”

5 minutes later she pulls into an empty walmart parking lot the one with the flickering ‘walmart’ sign.

she sighs and lowers her side window a little then opens the center console rolling herself a blunt. she takes a slow drag and blows it out the window.

you shift in your seat and swing your legs over laying them across her lap going on your phone to show her a coach purse you want knowing she always spoils you.

“look isn’t it cute” you turn the phone to show her a picture of it from the website.

“didn’t i already buy you a coach bag” she says thumb tracing over your shins as she continues smoking.

“yeah but this one’s pink”

she grabs your phone and pulls out her wallet then puts in her card information.

she hands you back the phone “there” she says, she leans down and kisses your knee softy and unhurried.

you crawl into her lap straddling her hips grabbing her blunt and taking a hit before turning it off in her ashtray. her hands immediately go to your waist then slide up your shirt resting just below your breast.

she kisses you like she was starving like she was thinking about this all day while trying to act normal at home.

you pull back just enough to breathe and she chases you kissing you again then again her forehead bumping into yours.

“backseat?” she pulls away breathing hard almost pleading.

you both get in the backseat. billie lays you down on the seats hovering over you still kissing you then she slides her colds fingers down to your thighs and unbuckles your shorts sliding them off and tossing them on the ground.

her phone rings

buzz

buzz

buzz

she kisses her teeth pulling out her phone from her pocket then showing you the screen.

sophie 💗

“do i answer?” billie asks.

“it’s your girlfriend”

she lets it ring and kisses down your stomach to your thighs as your fingers tangle in her hair. she slides off your underwear while you take off your shirt.

"god” she whispers almost like it hurts "you're gonna kill me”.

you kiss her again pulling her into you by her belt and tugging at her jeans.

“someones eager” she teases

“i don’t see you complaining though”

you start working on her jeans again while she presses her lips to your neck sucking gently then she kicks off her jeans leaving her in her boxers.

her boxers slip down her legs as she discards them.

her cock springs free.

you start spreading your legs wider for her as she hovers over you stroking her cock. she pushes it toward your entrance sinking in between your wet folds. you gasp feeling the head of her cock slowly enter you. she fills you up groaning louder with every inch that enters you.

“fuck” she says breathing hard.

she sinks deeper until her hips press flush against yours the full length of her cock buried inside you. her forehead drops to yours as she lets out a shaky breath giving you a second to adjust to the stretch.

she groans into your neck and picks up the pace hips snapping harder and the wet sound of her fucking you filling the car.

just before she tips over she pulls out wrapping a fist around her cock and stroking fast as she comes with a broken moan shooting out thick ropes of cum striping across your stomach and up toward your chest.

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dom!daniela sub!reader

Tags: smut, anal, dubcon (?), fingering, overstim, pet names, spanking, dacryphilia

a/n: this is so short and not that good I’m sorry sigh. Also I never write so if this doesn’t do well don’t expect to see anything like this from me ever again.

“One…two…” you whimpered, your voice coming out shaking and uneven as you counted down each time Daniela smacked your tender ass. You were bent over her lap, skirt hiked up and panties ruined and hanging, forgotten around your ankles.

Your flesh stung, but she continued to spank at the raw skin of your rear. “You deserve this, don’t you?” She cooed, rubbing where she just hit, soothing the area momentarily, only to raise her hand to smack again.

It hurt, god it hurt.

“Three…” you sniffled. You were so sore, your skin red and aching, but your body was betraying you, despite the stinging pain. your pussy ached, clenching around nothing. You could feel your warm slick pooling between your thighs. Your pussy was practically drooling for her, for anything.

Daniela, took notice of this, smirking to herself as she gripped your ass, spreading you to ogle at your flushed, leaking pussy. So pink, so ready for her. The sight was delicious.

“So wet for me, already?”

You shudder at the teasing lilt in her voice, she was being so cruel… but you knew you’d deserved it for being so needy earlier. You flinch as you feel her index finger slowly slide through your sticky folds, gathering your slick onto her digit.

“Look at that, such a slut for me, huh? You like it when I spank you, baby?”

She continued to stroke your pussy, the pad of her finger getting agonizingly close to your clit, before retreating back towards your inner folds, depriving you of what you needed most. Your breath hitches, and your body shivers. “Please, Mommy… please. I’m so wet.” You mewl, a fresh wave of arousal leaking out of your needy hole.

“Oh baby, you really think you deserve it? After being such a brat earlier… oh… poor thing.” She clicked her tongue, shaking her head as she moved her fingers up, up, up and, oh! God…

“How about here? I bet it’s so tight here, sweetheart…” she hummed, sliding her fingers over your anus, pressing carefully around the ring.

“Dani! Ah… noo… not there…” you whimpered, squirming in her lap. You’ve never played with your ass before… it was a strange sensation, foreign. But god, your pussy was so needy and wet, this was just cruel.

“You’re gonna let me have my fun, Baby. You’ve been so naughty lately, this is only fair. Right?” She hummed, carefully pushing the tip of her finger into your ass, before retreating to rub over your ring again, dipping towards your pussy to lubricate her fingers. “Shh, just take it” she murmured, pressing her finger in again, pushing past the rim of your ass, carefully curling inside at the first knuckle.

You squirmed, letting out a startled, pitchy moan at the unfamiliar intrusion. You reached for Daniela’s wrist, only for her to swat it away.

“Ah ah ah. What did I say?” She sunk her finger deeper, making you moan louder, sinking your face into the pillow you’d been resting your chin on, muffling your squeals. “Fuck! Dani! Oh my god… mnn”

“You sound so pretty for me…” Dani reached for your jaw, moving your head away from the pillow so she could hear your clearer “I think you can handle more, right?” And without waiting for a response, she pushed in deeper, pushing her index all the way into your ass. “So tight.”

You couldn’t control it. Your pussy was dripping all over her lap, the sensation was dizzying, and before you could even collect yourself, she pushed another finger inside. Your ass was so stretched out around her fingers, you couldn’t help but sob, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as she curled her fingers inside you, making your hips twitch. “D-Daniii…. Fuuckk…” you drooled, eyes glassy and unfocused as you stared at her sideways.

“Yes baby? What is it?” Her fingers scissored inside you, making you hiccup on your tears. “I-I’m so… close! Mnn…” you slurred, your words barely comprehensible, but Dani can’t help but grin, “yeah? You’re close?” Dani’s thumb moved, teasing your folds before reaching your clit, nudging and rubbing the nub carefully. “The cum, cum for me baby. Come on, show me how much of a slut you really are.”

“Ah! Dani! Fuck!” Your body went rigid, spasming on her lap as you came hard, making a mess of both of you. Her fingers still worked slowly, eventually pulling out.

She let out a pleased sigh, lifting your limp, tired body to cuddle against hers. “Such a good girl for me…” She kissed your cheek, bringing her slick fingers up to your lips, which you accepted into your mouth with ease, sucking gently. “Always so good for me.”

Let start with Megan. Baby girl is bisexual herself, okay, she understands the same way Lara does that having a girlfriend is very exciting but gosh, she’ll admit, it’s not ideal to walk in and see someone she sees as a little sister, full on tongue in your mouth with your shirts off. Megan let out a squeak, and shut the door right back up, running to the living room.

20 minutes later, your girlfriend and you are sheepishly walking out, fully clothed again and she leaves with a kiss on your cheek. You let out a small breath, meeting Megan’s eyes with distraught. “You weren’t supposed to see that…”

“Buy me ice cream and we’ll never discuss it again?” Megan bargained, earning an immediate rapid nod from you.

Now Lara, I’m not gonna go in full detail, because she would so be the type of best friend/sister figure who opens the door and cheers, completely embarrassing you as she jokingly throws the comment, “Don’t forget to wear protection,” before disappearing and leaving you in that awkward mess.

Yoonchae wouldn’t even notice at first. She’d walk in, scrolling on her phone and telling you something. Giving you a fortunate opportunity for you to cover up, your girlfriend as well, yelling, “Not now, Chae.” Your nervous chuckle made her look up.

Eyes widening, Yoonchae quickly scurries away and shuts the door, locking it as well so she doesn’t make the same mistake twice.

Sophia wouldn’t even walk in completely, she could hear alone from the heavy breathing and she’ll twist the knob to see if it’s locked. The shell groan in annoyance if it’s not because she knows someone will open it and freak out so she quickly opens the door, scaring you in the process, and turning the lock.

“Learn to lock this, girl.” And leaves without another word.

Manon is totally on the same wavelength as Lara, and they definitely will be discussing it together later as well just because it’s so funny to tease and mess with you. She’ll even ask you in front of the rest of the girls to see that red blush form on your face, but don’t mistake that for anything, she’ll hunt your girlfriend down if she ever hurts you.

Finally, Daniela is so straight up about it. “Hey, Y/N, can I borrow your-“ She pauses immediately, eyebrow raised like a disappointed mother when she sees you two. “Gosh. You don’t believe in locking doors, do you? Okay, well, I’m gonna take this and leave y’all alone.” She grabs your charger and makes her way to the door.

Daddy’s Day

pairing: mom!daniela avanzini x toddler!reader

warnings: little angsty, crying, hurt/comfort

a/n: I love this request because I relate to it in the exact same way and I believe no kid should ever feel this way but it’s unfortunate it happens anyway

You burst through the front door before you can even finish taking off your backpack. Your shoes squeak against the floor as you run into the living room. “Mama, mama!”

Daniela laughs from the kitchen. "What is it, baby?"

You bounce up and down excitedly. "We have a daddy day at school!"

Daniela freezes. You don't notice at first. You're too excited.

"Miss Emma said everybody gets to bring their daddy!" You continue. "We're gonna make cards and eat cookies and play games!"

You grin so hard your cheeks hurt. "Mama, guess what?"

"What?" She asks softly.

You rock back and forth on your feet. "That means I finally get to meet my daddy!"

The smile disappears from her face completely. You blink, noticing, and curiosity leaning forward. “Mama?”

Daniela slowly sets down the dish she was holding. For a second she doesn't say anything. Then she kneels in front of you. Her eyes look funny. Like when she watches sad movies.

"Sweetheart," She says carefully, "why do you think that?"

You shrug. "Because it's daddy day."

The answer seems obvious.

Everybody has a daddy—Olivia has a daddy, Noah has a daddy, Mia has a daddy. Even little Lucas in your class has a daddy. You don't know yours, but you've always figured he was somewhere. Maybe far away. Maybe busy. Maybe waiting.

Daddy Day sounds important.

Important enough that he would finally come. Wouldn't he? Daniela brushes a hand through your hair. "Oh, baby." She murmurs.

You tilt your head. "Will he look like me?"

The question makes her eyes shine.

You keep talking, "Do you think he'll know my favorite color is purple?"

“Y/N-“

"Do you think he'll know I can count to one hundred?"

Her lips tremble.

"And maybe he'll push me on the swings!" You smile. "He'll like the swings."

Daniela closes her eyes for a moment. When she opens them again, they look wet.

You frown. "Mama?"

She pulls you into her lap. Immediately. Like she needs to. "There's something we need to talk about." You don't understand, but you nod anyway. Daniela hugs you tightly. So tightly that you can hear her heart beating. "Your daddy isn't coming to the school event."

The words don't make sense. You stare at her.

"What?"

"He won't be there."

You blink. "But..." Your excitement starts slipping away. "Why not?"

Daniela swallows. You can see tears gathering in her eyes now. "He just won't, sweetheart."

You frown harder. "But it's daddy day."

"I know."

"So he has to come."

Her face crumples. And suddenly you're scared. Not because of what she said, but because Mama looks sad. Really sad. The kind of sad that makes your tummy hurt too.

You reach up and touch her cheek. "Mama, are you crying?"

She catches your little hand and kisses your palm. "A little."

"Why?"

Daniela takes a shaky breath. "Because I never wanted you to feel like this."

You don't know what that means. All you know is that something is wrong. Something very wrong. Your eyes start to sting.

"But where is my daddy?"

The room goes quiet. You wait. And wait. And wait. Finally, Daniela answers, "I don't know, baby."

Your chest feels funny. Everybody else's daddy comes to school. Everybody else's daddy picks them up sometimes. Everybody else's daddy exists. You know yours exists too. So why isn't he here?

"Doesn't he want me?"

The second the words leave your mouth, Daniela starts crying. Not loud. Not scary. But tears spill down her cheeks. You immediately feel bad.

"Mama?"

"Oh, sweetheart." She pulls you closer. Closer than before. You can barely move. "Listen to me." You nod. Her hands cup your face. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."

You sniffle. “But-“

“No." She shakes her head. “No 'but.'" Her voice is firm now. Strong. "The reason your daddy isn't here has nothing to do with you."

You don't understand. "Then why?"

Daniela's eyes close. For a moment, she doesn't answer. When she finally does, her voice is quiet. "Sometimes grown-ups make choices they shouldn't."

You stare at her with those brown doe eyes, directly passed down from herself. "So he doesn't love me?"

Daniela immediately shakes her head. "You are so easy to love." Fresh tears slide down her face. "So, so easy to love."

You look down at your hands. "Then why didn't he stay?"

Daniela hugs you again. And this time she holds you for a very long time. When she finally speaks, her voice is right next to your ear. "I don't know."

You start to cry—small tears, confused tears. Because you're only four years old, and none of this makes sense. All you know is that Daddy Day is coming. And everyone else's daddy will be there.

Except yours. But Mama stays with you on the couch. She wipes away every tear, kisses your forehead over and over. And when you finally curl into her lap, she whispers the same thing again and again until you start to believe it, "You are loved." A kiss. "You are wanted." Another kiss. "You are my favorite person in the whole world."

scene : you can’t hold on for any longer.

warning : oral , wlw , munch sophia , fem reader , smut no plot , needy reader , girl on girls yum , real quick fic.

author’s note : im so noisy asf. m.list

With a plop, the pyjama shorts you were wearing landed onto the hardwood floor of sophia’s bedroom. You stood there pouting, she hadn’t touched you in months — and well you’ve done everything that you could do to try to replicate her touch.

But you couldn’t, not when the image of her between your thighs eating you out like it was a mission kept appearing every time you closed your eyes. It was driving you crazy, you needed her so bad.

so fucking bad, that you’ll almost do anything for her.

You knew she was a hardworking woman, always kissing you goodbye in the morning when you helped her with her tie. The same tie that you were holding onto, tugging it and pulling her closer to you.

She raised an eyebrow, “you’re wearing the lingerie i picked out for you?” Her hand reached out for your waist.

You nodded your eyes looking down towards her lips.

“Why wouldn’t i?” You fondeled with her tie, “you haven’t touched me in months and i wore it for you, just so that i would be your ‘good girl’..”

She sighed, “I’ve just been busy with my work mahal, you know how much effort i put into it..” her hands rubbed your sides causing the already wet spot in your underwear to grow.

Gosh just the touch from her caused your knees to go weak.

She leaned down and kissed you, peck by peck her kisses slowly reaching towards your neck. But she pulled away earning a groan from you.

She smirked kissing your cheek, “i gotta go to work princess..” she stepped away adjusting her tie, “I’ll be home before dinner, alright?”

You watched her turn to leave and you rushed towards the door, blocking her way.

“nice try baby,” she looked at her watch, “i’ll be late if you don’t move mahal..”

You shook your head pouting, “can you just call in sick?”

She chuckled, “sadly no.. got a meeting.”

You needed her so bad, she can’t leave you aching like this again. And sure you could’ve used the toys that she ordered for you that you used when she was out of the country.

But to be honest, no fake tongue vibrator nor any vibrator could copy mouth. At all. So technically speaking nothing could satisfy you unless she did.

You looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“Don’t give me that look mahal, i can’t skip work.”

you clasped your hands together, “please?”

She shook her head.

Of course you had to try harder.

Sophia had always made you ‘work’ for your reward.

She crossed her arms, as if she was waiting for you to do something. Well mostly convince her why she shouldn’t go to work other than you being her beautiful wife.

You walked forward and onto the bed. Looking up at her you took off your underwear and slowly began to touch yourself in front of her.

“I just wanna be a good girl for you mommy..” you sighed. She just stood there watching you, she looked between the door and you and sighed pulling out her phone.

With a mumble of something coming up, she told the staff to do the meeting without her. Before you knew it she was taking off her tie and her blazer, leaving herself in her slacks and white button up shirts.

She tolled up her selves, “your very convincing mahal..” she parted your legs and laid down, her face alighing with your soaking cunt.

She ever so gently moved your hand away and pulled you closer towards her as her lips were almost touching you.

“Just relax,” she locked eyes with you smirking, “It’ll be just the experience what you’re longing for.”

your hand gripped her hair as her tongue licked your cunt, the hold you had on her hair became more tight as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Gosh she felt good, you’d missed this, you missed her.

As she continued to eat you out for breakfast you couldn’t stop thinking of how long you waited for this.

But you felt the need to release, so soon?

You know that you didn’t have a long stamina but so suddenly you tried to hold it in. You so desperately tried to.

But sophia noticed, of course she would — she noticed everything.

She pulled away looking up at you,

“I guess we’re gonna have to spend the whole day training your stamina mahal.”

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y/n can’t wait to see you perform baby

⤷ billieeilish it’s gonna be great also amyrah’s first time seeing me on stage instead of a screen at home

billiesbiggestfan she’s getting so big eee can’t wait to see you guys

maggiebaird my favorite girls

myalbumhmhas why are we going to atlanta?

⤷ billiemylove music midtown

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billieeilish out with baby amyrah

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maggiebaird so cute the outfit I bought her

⤷ y/n yes I’m obsessed thank you again maggie

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y/n wish I could be with you guys right now 🥹

⤷ billieeilish we miss you mama SO MUCH

claudiasulewski my niece my niece my niece

avahorner cuteeeeeeeee!

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billieeilish stopped by the farm today 🎠🤍

alwaysgettingolder omg this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen

y/n I loveee horses

finneas could’ve took me with y’all but wtv..

⤷ billieeilish we literally asked for you to come???

melmel you have a kid???

⤷ billieismywife where have you been 🥴🫩

quenblackwell look at the mini

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my souls to soft for this🙇‍♀️but i tried to have some thoughts

baby mama sodani x fem!r w|w language/joking slight suggestive {i wanted to try theses smau’s for so long. im drowning in this duo don’t mind me}

bd g!p daniela. toxicdani. fem r. future pregnancy. profanity. p in v. creampie. anon req.

getting pregnant by daniela wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t really an accident either.. the baby making happened on one particular night, you caught daniela cheating—or having fun, like daniela likes to call it.

she swears that everything she does is just casual fun but you never wanted to hear that. the night started with you chewing off daniela’s ear with, “i’m sick of you.”, “you always do this to me.” , “i’m done with you.”

daniela truly had enough hearing you bitch about things that weren’t important, and she knew if there was anything that made you shut up—at least for a couple of hours, it was her bulging dick in your stomach, fucking you rough and deep. anything you needed for you to stop talking her ear off about bullshit.

↪ 𝓢ynopsis: Text messages with your baby daddy.

↪ 𝓦arnings: swearing, downbad megan, yearning megan, a bit of angst.

↪ 𝓟airings: BD Megan Skiendiel x Fem Reader

↪ 𝓝ote: Request.

©skiendielific

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♱Paring: g!p older Billie x fem!reader

Synopsis: Billie is your dad’s best friend. After one unexpected night together when you return home from college, the two of you begin a secret affair. Whenever your dad isn’t home, Billie can’t resist you—and tonight is no different.

♱Content: Smut, p in v, Unprotected Sex, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Fingering, Oral Sex (r), Overstimulation,Light Impact Play, Grinding.

The arrangement became a secret rhythm—one your dad never questioned. Billie would show up like she always had, laughing with him in the living room, maybe even helping cook dinner. But the second he left for work or turned his back?

That’s when her eyes would find you across the room—dark, hungry—and she’d jerk her chin toward your bedroom door.

Sometimes it was slow: you on your knees between her legs while she lazily played with your hair. Other times it was frantic—her pinning you against a wall as soon as his car pulled out of the driveway.

And at night? She’d slip into your bed like nothing had changed since childhood... except now there were shared blankets and whispered filth in the dark.

The line between friendship and secret affair blurred so completely, it was almost funny. Your dad would call Billie "his best friend" while she secretly had you bent over the kitchen counter five minutes after he walked out the door.

At family dinners? She’d casually brush her foot against yours under the table—innocent to anyone else, but loaded with meaning for you. A smirk would curl on her lips when your breath hitched.

And if your dad ever got suspicious? Billie played it flawlessly—laughing too loud at his jokes, helping wash dishes like nothing was going on... all while planning exactly how she’d wreck you once he left.

-

Tonight was no different. As soon as your dad left for work, Billie grabbed your wrist and yanked you toward the stairs. The second your bedroom door shut behind you both, she spun around—pushing you onto the bed with a hunger that made your stomach flip.

She didn’t bother turning on a light. Just crawled over you in the dim glow from the hallway, her lips finding yours again as her hands tugged at your clothes impatiently.

"Fuck,"she muttered against your mouth, Been thinkin' ‘bout this all night."

Her teeth grazed down your jaw—already leaving marks where anyone could see if they looked close enough.

The sound that left your mouth was sinful Billie groaned at the sound, her teeth immediately latching onto the exposed column of your throat. She sucked a bruise right where your dad would see it tomorrow—and she didn’t give a damn.

"God, I love that noise," she growled between bites and kisses,

"Love how you moan for me like I'm the only one who ever touched you."

Her hands were rough as they slid under your shirt, peeling it off while her mouth trailed lower—down to your collarbone, then further... until she was kissing over fabric-covered breasts.

Billie wasted no time—her lips crashed onto yours again, messy and starving. One hand fisted in your hair while the other slid down to grip your thigh, hiking it up around her hip. The friction was electric, even through layers of clothes.

She broke the kiss only to yank her own shirt off in one swift motion—tossing it aside before diving back in. Her bare chest pressed against you now, warm skin on skin.

"Fuck," she breathed, "Been waitin’ too long for this."

“You’re acting like you’ve been deprived for months,” you said between shallow breaths

Billie actually laughed—a low, throaty sound—before nipping at your jaw making you gasp.

"Babe," she said, dragging her lips up to your ear. "It’s been two days since I had you. That’s a lifetime."

Her hands slid under the back of your bra, popping the clasp with practiced ease before tossing it aside. Her mouth immediately latched onto one bare breast—sucking hard enough to make you arch into her.

"You think I can go that long without tasting you?"

Billie's touch was possessive, worshipful—like she was rediscovering every inch of you. Her lips trailed from your breast to the other, her tongue flicking over your nipple before she sucked that one too.

Between kisses and bites, she mumbled against your skin:

"Two days too fuckin’ long."

Then her hand slid down—past the waistband of your shorts —and cupped you through fabric. The groan that escaped her? Pure sin.

A soft whimper slipped past your lips as you instinctively pressed closer to her hand. ‘Please…’ you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Billie’s breath hitched—your whimper, the way you ground into her palm like you were desperate for it, sent a jolt straight through her. Her fingers pressed harder, teasingly slow.

she hissed, "You’re so damn needy tonight ."

And kissed you again—deep and filthy—while her other hand worked. Her fingers slipped beneath fabric to find bare skin.

A smirk curled on Billie's lips as she felt how wet you already were:

"Knew my baby needed me."

Billie didn't waste another second—her fingers slid lower, dipping beneath the lace edge of your panties. The first brush of her touch there had you jumping, a gasp tearing from your throat.

"god," she muttered, voice thick with want, "You're so fuckin' wet for me."

She kissed you again, swallowing every moan as her fingers moved in slow circles—teasing at first, then pressing more insistently. Her thumb grazed over that perfect spot while two fingers slipped inside.

Billie's fingers curled just right, and the second she did, your back arched off the bed—your whole body tensing as a moan ripped from you. She loved that sound. Loved how responsive you were to her touch.

"Look at you," she murmured, watching your face as she worked you, "So pretty when I make you feel good."

Her pace picked up—fingers thrusting deeper while her thumb kept rubbing circles on that sweet spot.

A soft moan escaped your lips, and your eyes fluttered shut. "Mmm," you breathed, the sound laced with pleasure as her touch intensified.

The rhythm became more insistent, each stroke sending shivers of delight through your body. "Oh, god," you gasped, your voice trembling with each thrust. You arched your back, your hips bucking against her hand, as you surrendered to the wave of sensations washing over you.

Billie watched you unravel beneath her, mesmerized by the way your chest rose and fell, how your lips parted on gasps. She slowed her fingers just enough to torture—drawing out every second of pleasure until you were squirming.

"Tell me," she demanded in a whisper,"Tell me who's got you like this."

Her thumb pressed down harder—relentless—as she leaned in to kiss along your jawline. Her breath was hot against your skin:

"Who makes you feel this good?”

A whimper escaped your lips, turning into a soft whine. "Y-you," you managed to choke out, the word barely audible. Billie's fingers thrust faster on purpose, adding a third finger to the mix.

Billie's smirk was vicious—she’d been waiting for that answer. The second it left your lips, she sealed her mouth over yours in a searing kiss, swallowing your whimpers as her fingers picked up the pace.

"Damn right," she growled against your lips, "And I'm not stoppin' until you're sobbing my name."

True to her word, she doubled down—fingers curling deeper with every thrust while her thumb pressed firm circles.

Billie didn't let up— not for a second. Her fingers were relentless, her rhythm perfect—hitting that spot inside you over and over until your thighs started trembling around her.

She watched your face with dark, hungry eyes—every flicker of pleasure, every gasp sending heat straight to her core.

"C'mon," she coaxed in a rough whisper, "Let go for me. Wanna feel you clench on my fingers."

Her free hand slid up to grip your hip—keeping you right where she wanted as the coil in your stomach tightened unbearably.

Your body coiled tighter, your breath coming in short, shaky gasps—so close. Billie saw it the second you tipped over the edge: your eyes fluttered shut, a whimper caught in your throat.

And then—

It hit.

A wave of pure bliss crashed through you as you shattered , back arching off the bed while her name spilled from your lips like a prayer. Billie didn’t stop—not even when you clenched around her fingers, not even as aftershocks wracked through you.

She kissed them away—every whimper, every shudder—with slow, worshipful presses of her lips.

Billie pulled her fingers out, a whine escaped your lips at the sudden emptiness. She sucked her fingers clean, her pupils blown wide with desire as she leaned back into the bed, tugging you on top of her. You straddled her, feeling desperate as you began to grind against her clothed thigh,

Billie groaned, the friction of your hips grinding against her sending sparks straight through her. Her hands immediately found your waist—guiding you, encouraging that movement as she bit down on her lower lip.

"Fuck," she hissed, "You feel so good like this."

Her nails dug lightly into your skin as you rocked against her thigh—the fabric between you doing nothing to dull the sensation.

Billie’s breath came in ragged bursts—every roll of your hips sent heat licking up her spine. The dampness soaking through her jeans? Maddening. And she fucking Coveted it.

"Look at that," she rasped, eyes raking over the dark stain on denim, "My good girl makin’ a mess."

Her grip tightened, urging you to move faster—harder. “What would your dad do if he saw how his lil girl was grinding on his best friend, huh? Would he be proud of how naughty you're being for me?" Billie purred, her words a mix of praise and degradation that sent shivers down your spine.

Billie’s smirk turned downright filthy as she felt how slick you were through the fabric. Her hips lifted slightly off the bed—meeting your movements with a slow, deliberate roll of her own.

"Goddamn," she muttered, "You’re so fuckin’ wet for me."

She loved this—the way you chased your pleasure on top of her, how desperate and messy it got. One hand slid up to tangle in your hair while the other squeezed your ass, urging you to grind harder.

"And I haven’t even fucked you properly." she teased breathlessly,

The sudden pressure against her clothed erection had Billie groaning—deep and guttural. Her eyes flashed with something dark, possessive, as she held you there, your hips pressed right over the thick outline of her arousal.

"Ohhhh," she breathed out in a low laugh, "He’d lose his damn mind."

Her hands squeezed your ass roughly—lifting you just an inch before slamming you back down onto that hard bulge again. The friction was electric through the fabric.

"And yet here we are," she growled, "My sweet little girl grinding on my cock like a slut."

Billie’s voice dropped to a filthy whisper, her lips brushing your ear as she spoke—each word deliberate, degrading rough grinds of her hips up into yours—the pressure perfect, maddening.

Her teeth grazed your earlobe before she added:"Fuckin' pathetic how bad you want it."

"Bet he thinks you’re just his innocent baby girl...”

Billie’s breath turned ragged—your whimpers, the way you chased friction like you couldn’t get enough, unraveled her. Her hands clamped down on your hips, forcing a brutal rhythm as she ground up into you.

"Fuck," she hissed through clenched teeth, "You’re such a desperate little thing."

The bulge in her jeans was crock hard with every roll of your hips—the fabric doing nothing to dull the heat between you.

—

Billie’s jaw clenched—her entire body tense with the effort of not moving yet. The way you took her so perfectly, how your walls fluttered around her... it was almost too much.

Her forehead dropped to yours, breathing uneven as she fought for control.

"Fuck,"she rasped "You’re so tight."

A beat passed—then another—before she finally pulled back slightly... only to snap her hips forward in one smooth thrust.

A low moan escaped your lips as your head tilted back, the sensation overwhelming you.

Billie set a relentless pace—each thrust deep, measured, deliberate. The bed creaked beneath you both as she pinned your wrists above your head with one hand.

Her other hand gripped the headboard for leverage—knuckles white—as she fucked into you with growing intensity.

"Look at me," she demanded, voice rough with lust. When your eyes met hers? Hers were dark, blown wide pure possession and hunger staring back at you.

Billie’s rhythm turned possessive—every snap of her hips claiming, branding you as hers. Sweat glistened on her collarbone, breath coming in short pants between kisses she stole whenever your lips were close enough.

She watched your face—memorizing every flicker of pleasure—as she angled deeper with each thrust.

"You take me so good," she groaned,"Like you were made for this."

A particularly hard grind had the headboard slamming against the wall—but neither of you cared. The rhythmic thud of the headboard against the wall filled the room, matching Billie’s increasingly frantic pace. Her breath came in ragged gasps now—her control fraying at the edges.

One hand released your wrist to grip your hip instead, yanking you down onto her with every thrust—deeper, harder.

Billie spread your legs wider with a firm grip—giving herself even deeper access, and the new angle had you seeing stars. Your hands scrambled for purchase, fingers twisting into the sheets like they were your only lifeline.

The stretch was overwhelming—the pleasure bordering on too much. You weren’t even forming words anymore—just whimpers, gasps, maybe her name slurred between moans.

Billie loved it. Loved how wrecked she could make you.

Your voice came out in a broken whimper—half-formed, barely coherent.

"B-Billie—ah—"

A particularly deep thrust punched the air from your lungs, and all you could manage was a choked noise. Your legs trembled around her hips, toes curling into the mattress as you tried to process , but there was no thinking—just feeling.

Billie smirked down at you—the picture of smug satisfaction—as she kept up that brutal pace.

Billie leaned down, her lips brushing your ear as she panted—her own breath ragged now from how hard she was working. "That’s it," she coaxed, "Just take it. Take every inch."

Her pace didn’t slow—if anything, it got meaner. Each thrust was precise, calculated to wreck you further. The slap of skin echoed in the room alongside your helpless little noises.

She could feel you clenching around her with every movement—and fuck if that didn’t make her hips stutter.

Billie adjusted—hooking your legs over her shoulders in one smooth motion, folding you nearly in half. The new angle sent her deeper, hitting a spot that made your vision blur.

You completely unraveled—clinging to her like she was the only thing keeping you grounded. Your face buried into the crook of her neck, hot tears pricking at your eyes from sheer overload.

The wet sounds were obscene—the slick slap of skin on skin filling the room as Billie pounded into you with relentless precision.

The moment your voice finally found coherence again—between gasps and whimpers—you choked out:

"Billie ,I can’t—”. Your words dissolved into a sob as another deep thrust sent sparks through your entire body. You were overstimulated, overwhelmed, completely at her mercy.

Billie’s eyes darkened—that broken little plea of yours ignited something possessive, almost feral in her. She loved how she could unravel you like this.

"Can't what?" she growled, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss—swallowing any other words you might’ve tried to form.

Her hips never stopped moving—they got rougher. Each snap was deliberate now, chasing that exact reaction from you: the trembling overstimulation she knew drove you wild.

Your whole body quivered, every nerve ending sparking with too much sensation. Tears welled in your eyes as you whimpered:

"I can’t take it—”

The words tumbled out between shuddering breaths, raw and honest. You were trembling beneath her, legs shaking where they were hooked around her.

Billie knew you could —she’d seen you push through it before, even when you begged her to go slow . And that knowledge made her smirk, dark and knowing.

So she didn’t slow down.

If anything? She fucked into you harder, each thrust punishing in its precision—like she was proving a point: You could take it.

Your back arched off the bed as your body screamed overstimulation—but Billie just kissed the tears from your cheeks without breaking rhythm.

Billie watched your face—the way your lips parted in silent gasps, how your lashes fluttered with every overwhelming sensation. She loved this—loved that she could push you to the edge of too much and still keep going.

Her hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, her thumb brushing away a tear as she kissed you again—softly this time, contrasting the rough pace of her hips.

"You’re doin’ so good," she murmured against your mouth, "Just take it for me."

And you did—clinging to her, letting the pleasure-pain of overstimulation wash over you. Your body adjusted, muscles loosening just enough to let Billie’s rhythm sear into your nerves like a brand.

She noticed—how your breathing evened out slightly, how your hips started meeting hers again despite the initial overwhelm. A low hum of approval vibrated in her chest.

"That's my girl," she praised, voice thick with affection and lust as she kissed down your jaw.

Billie’s breath was hot and ragged against your neck—each pant a testament to how hard she was working, how deep she wanted this. Her teeth grazed your pulse point—not biting yet, just testing.

Her thrusts stayed rough, but there was something almost reverent in the way her hands roamed your body now—like even as she fucked you into the mattress with single-minded intensity, she couldn’t stop touching you gently too.

A moan slipped from her lips as her hips snapped harder—the bedframe creaking under your combined weight.

The second you clenched around her, Billie groaned—deep and guttural, like it punched the air out of her. Her rhythm stuttered for half a second before she doubled down.

She could feel it—the way your body tensed, how your walls fluttered around her in telltale pulses. You were close. So fucking close. Billie’s pace turned frantic—chasing that edge with you, desperate to feel you come apart on her cock.

"Come on," she urged between panting breaths, "Let go for me—now." Her voice was raw with need—the command more plea than order as she felt your body coiling tighter and tighter around her.

The second those words left her mouth you came—soaking her, the bed, everything—the sound Billie made was almost pained. A guttural groan tore from her throat as she felt it: your climax clamping around her in hot, pulsing waves.

Billie’s hips stuttered—her own control snapping the second she felt you gush around her. A string of curses tumbled from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her like lightning.

She buried herself to the hilt, grinding deep as she came—pulse after pulse of heat flooding inside you. Her forehead dropped against yours, both of you gasping for air in a daze.

Billie exhaled sharply as she peeled your legs from her shoulders, gently lowering them back to the bed. Her body was still thrumming with aftershocks when she pulled out—slowly, carefully—her own release dripping between you both.

Without hesitation, her hand wrapped around herself again—stroking lazily but firmly as she milked the last few drops of pleasure.

watching her own release glisten on your skin sent a fresh wave of heat straight through her. Without thinking, she lifted her hand and smacked lightly against your sensitive cunt— making you gasp the wet sound obscene in the quiet room.

A shiver ran through you—and Billie liked it. Liked how responsive you still were, even after coming so hard.

Billie’s smirk returned—slow, wicked—as she admired the mess she’d made. Her fingers trailed through the wetness on your stomach before bringing them to her lips, tasting herself with a hum.

Then—impulsively—she leaned down and licked a stripe up your inner thigh, chasing every drop.

Her hands spread your thighs wider as she settled between them—breath warm against you before she finally dragged her tongue over your clit in one long, deliberate lick.

The act was filthy.

Possessive.

And it made her cock twitch all over again.

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i was wondering if you could write a megan x reader where r’s just struggling really bad mentally and self destructing and megan notices and steps in

Never Alone

pairing: megan skiendiel x gn!reader

warnings: mental health, comfort, drabble

a/n: we speed running requests YAY

Sometimes there’s no words to describe how you’re feeling. You’ve tried your best to even tell Megan, but the words fall flat from your tongue. You know she’d understand, better than anyone would, actually, yet your mind prevents you from ever saying it.

Luckily she’s a mind reader.

That or Megan just knows her girl partner the back of her hand. She noticed the first time you only ate half of your plate, pushing around the rest of the food and sitting there with your chin on the palm of your hand, sighing like the food physically hurt you. Then she noticed how you showered less, in a non offensive way, because you loved tending to your self in that way. But it slowly came to a stop.

The tipping point was the bags under your eyelids. You sleep in the same bed, and Megan learned to wait until you fall asleep for her to actually shut her eyes. But you’ve been faking the whole time. Your mind creating unreal scenarios in your head, replaying them and resulting in lack of sleep.

She approached that evening after lunch, slow and steady with gentle hands reaching for yours. Your eyes met hers—tired and lost. Megan squeezed once. “Baby,” Her voice was barely an above a whisper, as if she raised it another octave, she’ll scare you away. “I noticed how you’ve changed a little.”

She didn’t need to further elaborate. Your eyes welled with tears, letting them fall for the first time in weeks. Megan’s arms carefully wrapped around your head, securing you safely against her chest.

You cried until her shirt was soaking wet and it still didn’t feel enough. Your body shook in her embrace. Megan stared at the ceiling in agony, concern flooding her body as all she could do was rub your back and wait for you to calm down.

It took 15 minutes. Her fingers thread through your mangy hair, greasy and a hot mess. But Megan didn’t judge—not one bit. “I just want you to know that I’m here. I know I can’t fix you, and I would never, but if there’s anything I can do to make the burden feel lighter, just tell me, baby, and I’ll do it. Anything, everything. I’m here for you.”

You sniffled, lifting your head enough to look at her. “I feel like there’s something wrong with me.”

Megan’s heart broke into a million pieces.

“There is nothing wrong with you, my love, I promise. It happens and I understand how scary or confusing it can be. I’ve been there and now I’m here for you.” Her nose nudges against yours, filling your body with a sense of relief. “You’re never alone with me.”

synopsis: After you snap at Billie and refuse to apologize, the tension follows you home—until she decides to deal with your attitude herself.

WARNINGS : bratty reader, Billie g!p, vaginal sex, rough, spanking, degrading kink, breeding kink, no protection, sub reader.

Your phone was pressed to your ear while you paced across your room, frustration making your steps sharp against the floor.

“Can you just listen for a second?” Billie said through the phone, her voice calm but worn thin. “I told you the label moved the meeting last minute. I didn’t plan it like that.”

“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed. “Funny how your job always comes first.”

A tired pause filled the line.

“It’s not about it coming first,” she replied, voice quiet but steady. “This is literally my work. I can’t just skip meetings whenever I want.”

“You skipped dinner though, didn’t you?” you shot back. “The one thing we actually planned.”

“I didn’t skip it on purpose,” Billie said, sounding even more drained now. “I thought we could just move it to later tonight. I was trying to explain that if you’d just—”

“You always say that,” you interrupted. “There’s always another call, another studio session, another meeting. I’m sick of it.”

Another soft sigh.

“I know it’s frustrating,” she admitted gently. “But yelling at me isn’t going to fix it. I just want to talk about it like normal people instead of—”

“Oh my fucking god, shut the hell up,” you snapped before she could finish.

For a split second, there was nothing but quiet on the other end.

Then you hung up.

The call ended with a cold beep, and the room suddenly felt too still—like the only person who’d actually been trying to fix the argument was now gone from the line.

You stared at your phone for a second after the call dropped, the quiet in your room suddenly louder than the argument had been.

A sharp huff left your lips.

“Whatever,” you muttered to no one.

You tossed the phone onto your bed and pushed your hair back, irritation still buzzing under your skin. If she wanted to be busy with work all the time, fine. You had things to do too.

You moved around your room, straightening up the mess on your desk, shoving clothes back into drawers, opening folders on your computer to organize files you’d been putting off. The clicking of the keyboard slowly filled the space where the argument had been.

LATER

Hours passed like that.

By the time the front door finally opened, you were still sitting at your computer, the glow of the screen lighting your face while you sorted through documents.

Billie stepped inside quietly.

You heard the door shut. Heard the faint sound of her shoes on the floor.

But she didn’t say anything.

You glanced over your shoulder for a moment. She walked past your doorway without looking in, her expression blank, her shoulders stiff like she was carrying the whole day on them. She didn’t even glance at you as she moved down the hall toward the bedroom.

A few minutes later you heard drawers opening, the soft rustle of clothes.

Billie was getting ready for a shower.

You turned back to your screen, clicking through another folder.

For a while the apartment stayed quiet except for the small sounds of Billie moving around. Then her voice came from the doorway behind you.

Calm. But tighter than before.

“You really hurt my feelings earlier.”

You paused, but didn’t turn around.

“I was trying to talk to you,” Billie continued. “I wasn’t raising my voice. I wasn’t being disrespectful. I was just explaining what happened with work and you kept going off on me.”

She shifted slightly, arms crossing.

“And then you told me to shut the hell up and hung up on me.”

The room stayed still except for the faint hum of your computer.

“I’d like an apology,” she said finally.

You leaned back in your chair a little, shrugging like it didn’t matter.

“I’m not apologizing,” you replied flatly. “You’re the one who bailed on our plans. If anyone should apologize, it’s you.”

The silence that followed felt heavier this time.

Billie let out a quiet, frustrated huff.

“Alright,” she said under her breath.

You finally glanced back.

For a second your eyes met hers—and something in her expression had changed. The tiredness was still there, but now it sat behind something sharper. Colder. The look in her eyes had hardened, anger simmering just beneath the surface.

She didn’t argue again.

Billie just shook her head slightly and turned away, walking down the hall toward the bathroom.

A moment later the door shut, and the sound of the shower starting filled the apartment.

—

You ended up drifting away from the computer after a while. The sound of the shower running down the hall echoed faintly through the place as you moved into the bedroom.

The dresser drawers were half a mess anyway.

You pulled one open and started sorting through it, pulling shirts out and folding them properly, stacking them into neater piles. Some of them were Billie’s, some were yours—it didn’t really matter as you reorganized the space.

The shower was still running.

You moved to the next drawer, pushing clothes into cleaner rows, smoothing wrinkles out with your hands. Eventually you ended up on Billie’s side of the dresser, quietly folding one of her oversized shirts before placing it down with the others.

You didn’t hear the bathroom door open.

Didn’t hear the soft steps behind you either.

Your back stayed turned as you kept working in the drawer, focused on folding another piece of laundry.

Then suddenly—

Warm hands wrapped around your waist from behind.

Your body stiffened in surprise.

You looked up instinctively, your eyes catching the mirror sitting on top of the dresser in front of you. In the reflection, you saw Billie standing behind you, her hair still damp from the shower, a few drops of water sliding down her neck.

Before you could say anything, she leaned forward slightly and pressed a slow kiss against the back of your shoulder.

Your breath caught.

Her arms tightened around your waist just a little.

“Why were you talking to me like that earlier?” Billie asked quietly, her voice low and raspy from the shower steam and leftover tension.

Before you could respond—

smack. Her hand landed sharply against your ass.

A startled gasp slipped out of you.

Her eyes were fixed on you through the reflection. “Answer me.”

You swallowed. “I—.”

Smack.

Your body jolted again when her hand landed on your ass a second time, sharper than before.

A breathy moan slipped out of you.

Billie tilted her head slightly, brows lifting like she hadn’t heard what she wanted.

“Huh?” she said quietly.

You blinked, trying to gather your words. “I was just—”

Smack.

The third hit cut you off mid-sentence, harder than the last.

Your moan came out louder this time, your hands instinctively gripping the edge of the open drawer.

“Remember when I tried to speak,” Billie murmured. “and you wouldn’t let me?”

You were getting wet.

You opened your mouth again, trying to answer.

“Answer me,” she said.

“I’m Billie I’m trying, but you—” Smack. Another sharp strike landed, making your body jolt, moaning louder than before.

A strand of Billie’s wet hair slipped forward, the cool droplets brushing against your shoulder as it fell over you.

Without warning, she presses her hard cock firmly against your ass, the thick length grinding into the cleft through your clothes. The sudden pressure makes you gasp, your head falling back onto her shoulder as a shiver runs down your spine.

"Get on the bed and strip," Billie commands, her voice low, breath hot against your ear. “lay on your back, legs spread open for me."

You obey, your hands trembling slightly as you peel off your shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Your pants follow, sliding down your legs until you're stepping out of them, kicking them aside. Underwear comes last, revealing your naked body, your pussy already slick and wet with arousal. You climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight, and lie back, spreading your legs enough.

Billie approaches the bed, her pretty cock standing erect, balls hanging heavy beneath it. She climbs on, positioning herself between your open legs, her eyes locked on your dripping pussy. She grips her shaft and slaps it down onto your folds, the head of her cock connects with your clit.

"Why do you listen to me?" she asks, her tone laced with mock curiosity, slapping her cock against your pussy again. "And why do you keep disrespecting me like this? I work so hard for you, and this is how you treat me?"

Before you can answer, she lines up and slips her thick cock inside you, the stretch immediate and intense. You both moan loudly, yours a sharp cry of pleasure-pain, hers a deep growl of satisfaction—as she sinks in deep.

No pause, no time to adjust; Billie starts thrusting right away, her hips snapping forward to fuck you hard. Her breasts bounce with each stroke, swaying near your face, nipples hard and brushing close enough to tease.

"That's it, slut," she degrades, pounding into your wetness relentlessly, her cock dragging along your walls. "I'll fuck the attitude right out of you." Her pace quickens, balls slapping against your ass, the bed creaking under the force as she claims you completely.

her cock was stretching your walls with its girth, every ridge and vein pulsing against your insides. she was hitting spots that make your toes curl as she drills into you relentlessly. The slick slide of her shaft coated in your juices creates a good friction, pulling at your entrance with each withdrawal before slamming back in.

She watches herself fuck you, eyes fixed on where her cock disappears into your soaked pussy, mesmerized by the way you take her length, glistening with your arousal. “Look at that,” she growls, her voice rough with lust.

Your hands reach back instinctively, fingers digging into the firm cheeks of Billie's ass, pulling her closer, holding her deep inside as she thrusts. You don't want her to pull out, craving the fullness.

Billie smirks down at you, then hooks your legs over her shoulders in one swift motion, folding you nearly in half. The new angle drives her even deeper. “You love this, don't you? so damn pathetic,” she degrades, her hips snapping forward without mercy.

Your pussy clenches around her, so fucking wet that obscene squelching sounds fill the room, your arousal leaking down to soak the sheets. She fucks you so good, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you, her breasts still bouncing wildly near your face as she pounds away. “fuck—yes,” you groaned.

Billie smirks down at you, then hooks your legs over her shoulders in one swift motion, folding you nearly in half. The new angle drives her even deeper. '”You love this shit, don't you? So disgusting,” she degrades, her hips snapping forward without mercy.

Your pussy clenches around her, so fucking wet that obscene squelching sounds fill the room, your arousal leaking down to soak the sheets. She fucks you so good, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you, her breasts still bouncing wildly near your face as she pounds away. “Oh god, Billie,” you moan.

Billie slows her thrusts just enough to grind deep inside you, her thick cock buried to the hilt in you. She leans down. “You think I want to worry about work and the damn tour all the time?”

Her pre-cum leaks steadily from the tip, mixing with your slick arousal in your core, the warm fluid coating your walls as if she's already starting to breed you.

“Say you're sorry,” Billie demands, her voice a low growl as she holds still, her cock throbbing inside you. “Apologize for being a disrespectful bitch.”

You hesitate, biting your lip, the fullness of her stretching you making it hard to think, your body trembling under her. The wait stretches, her eyes boring into yours, until finally, the words tumble out in a whimper. “I'm sorry, Billie... I'm so sorry.”

A gentle grin spreads across her face, and she rewards you by giving you a tender kiss on the neck.

She started rotating her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, the motion grinding her cock against untouched spots deep within. Your back arches off the bed with a sharp gasp, your nails gripping more into her skin as pleasure rips through you.