bellie

♱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.

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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.

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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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part 1

part 2

part one

- summary : when billie’s birthday greeted by sex

- warnings : g!p!billie eilish x f!reader, oral, p in v, riding, nipple play ( ? ), cussing, heavy smut, birthday smex, n idk.

billie’s birthday morning, and you’re already wide awake while she’s still knocked out, sprawled on her stomach, one arm dangling off the bed, soft little snores escaping her lips.

the room’s quiet except for the low hum of the ac and the faint la traffic outside.

you’ve been planning this for days, wanted to wake her up the best way you know how.

you slip under the sheets careful, slow, so the mattress barely shifts. she’s only in those loose boxer briefs, the ones that ride low on her hips, and you tug them down just enough.

her cock’s soft against her thigh at first, warm skin, familiar weight. you start gentle. lips brushing the tip, tongue flicking soft, tasting the sleep warm salt of her.

she stirs a little, mumbles something incoherent, hips shifting in her dream.

you take more, slow and wet, letting spit build so it’s messy the way she likes.

one hand cups her balls gentle, rolling them while your mouth sinks lower, cheeks hollowing, she hardens fast against your tongue, thickening, pulsing, and that’s when her breathing changes.

a low groan rips out of her, still half-asleep.

“fuck… baby?” voice all gravel and confused pleasure. her hand finds your hair on instinct, fingers threading loose, not pushing yet, just holding.

you pull off just long enough to whisper, “happy birthday, bils,” before sliding all the way down, throat relaxing so she hits the back easy.

she gasps sharp, hips bucking once before she catches herself.

“oh shit—yeah, like that, don’t stop.”

you don’t. you set a lazy rhythm at first, then faster when her grip tightens, guiding you now, sleepy thrusts into your mouth.

she’s fully awake, cursing under her breath, “best fucking alarm clock… god, your mouth’s so warm.”

her thighs start trembling, abs flexing under the sheet. you feel her swell that last little bit, know she’s close. she tries to warn you, “baby, i’m gonna—” but you just hum around her, take her deeper, swallowing on purpose.

she comes with a choked “fuck, happy birthday to me,” spilling hot down your throat in thick pulses. you take every drop, milking her slow till she’s whining from overstimulation, tugging weakly at your hair to pull you off.

you crawl up her body, sheet falling away, and she’s already grinning that lazy post-orgasm smile, eyes hazy.

biilie pulls you into a messy kiss, tasting herself on your tongue, murmurs against your lips, “you’re so getting spoiled all day for that. starting with round two in the shower.”

you’re straddling her hips now, kissing slow and deep, grinding just a little so she feels how soaked you are through your panties.

you pull back an inch, nose brushing hers, voice all husky and teasing.

“you said round two in the shower… but why not now?”

her eyes snap open wider, green and hazy, and she laughs low, hands sliding down to grip your ass hard.

“shit, you’re impatient today. it’s my birthday, i’m supposed to be the spoiled one.”

but she’s already throbbing again underneath you.

you can feel her cock kicking against your thigh, heavy and hot, filling out fast like it never went soft in the first place.

you reach down between you, wrap your fingers around her, stroke once, twice, slow and slick from your spit and her cum. she groans into your mouth, hips lifting off the bed.

“fuck—keep doing that and i’m not making it to the shower.”

you smirk, shift up on your knees, shove your panties to the side with zero ceremony. line her up and sink down just the head, teasing, rolling your hips so she stretches you open slow.

both of you moan at the same time. her from how tight and wet you are, you from how thick she feels first thing in the morning.

“billie—” you whisper, then drop all the way down in one smooth slide until she’s buried to the root.

her head falls back against the pillow, curse ripping out of her, fingers digging bruises into your hips. “jesus fucking—baby, you’re trying to kill me.”

you don’t answer with words. just start riding her slow at first, deep rolls of your hips, hands braced on her chest, feeling her heartbeat hammer under your palms.

every time you lift up she slips almost all the way out, then you take her back in, wet and filthy, the sound of it loud in the quiet room.

billie’s losing it fast, eyes locked on where you’re joined, watching herself disappear inside you over and over.

“look so fucking good taking me… shit, ride it just like that.”

you pick up the pace, bouncing harder, thighs burning already but you don’t care. lean forward so your chest brushes hers, kiss her messy, bite her bottom lip. she thrusts up to meet you halfway now, sharp and desperate, bed creaking under you both.

“touch me,” you gasp against her mouth, and she doesn’t hesitate. one hand slides between you, thumb finding your clit, rubbing fast circles that make your rhythm stutter.

the other hand grabs the back of your neck, pulls you down so she can suck marks into your throat.

“gonna cum on my cock on my birthday? yeah? do it, baby, soak me.”

you’re close already, weeks of wanting her, waking up needy next to her every morning, and now finally having her like this. you grind down hard, clit dragging against her thumb, walls fluttering around her length.

“billie—fuck, i’m—”

“come on, give it to me.”

you do.

hard.

whole body locking up, crying out into her neck as you pulse around her, dripping down her cock, thighs shaking.

she swears long and low, thrusts erratic, then slams up one last time and cums again, deep inside you, hot and thick, filling you up till you feel it leak out around her.

you stay like that for a minute. both breathing ragged, sweaty, stuck together.

she’s still half hard inside you, twitching every few seconds. you lift your head, grin down at her wrecked face.

“still want that shower?”

billie laughs, breathless, slaps your ass once.

“give me five minutes to recover and i’m bending you over the tiles. birthday rules, i get whatever i want all day.” you clench around her on purpose, feel her groan.

few minutes later, you both stumble out of bed eventually, still tangled, laughing breathlessly as billie half carries you to the bathroom because your legs are jelly from riding her.

the tiles are cold under your feet, but she’s warm against your back, kissing your shoulder, murmuring “told you i’d spoil you too.”

she cranks the shower hot—steam filling the room fast, fogging the glass door before you even step in.

billie pulls you under the spray first, water cascading down her tattoos, running in rivulets over her chest, down her stomach, over the half hard cock that’s already twitching again just from looking at you naked and dripping.

she presses you face first against the cool tile wall, hands sliding up your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples till you arch.

“been wanting to fuck you in here for weeks,” she rasps against your ear, voice low and rough from sleep and the two orgasms you already pulled out of her.

you push your ass back on instinct, feel her length slide between your thighs, hot and heavy, slick from the water and what’s still leaking out of you from earlier.

she groans, bites your neck gentle. “still full of me, huh? feel it dripping down your legs?”

you nod, whimpering, “yeah… want more.”

that’s all it takes.

billie grips your hips, lines herself up, and pushes in slow, one long, steady thrust that stretches you open again, fuller this time with the angle, the water making everything slippery and hot.

you both moan loud, echoing off the tiles. she bottoms out and just holds there for a second, forehead pressed to your shoulder blade, breathing hard like she’s trying not to lose it too fast.

“fuck, you take me so perfect every time.”

then she starts moving. deep, deliberate strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, watching herself disappear inside you over your shoulder in the fogged mirror across the room.

water pounds down on her back, splashing everywhere, mixing with the wet sounds of her fucking you.

you brace your hands on the wall, pushing back to meet every thrust, moaning her name every time she hits that spot that makes your vision blur.

she reaches around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast and messy, matching the rhythm of her hips.

“touch yourself for me,” she growls, voice wrecked. “wanna feel you cum around my cock again.”

you do—ione hand dropping between your legs, circling fast while she pounds into you harder now, losing that careful control. the sound of skin slapping skin mixes with the water, her grunts, your cries.

she grabs a fistful of your wet hair, pulls your head back gentle so she can kiss you sloppy over your shoulder, tongue messy and desperate.

“billie—fuck, i’m close—”

“yeah? cum on it, baby. wanna fill you up again.”

you shatter first.

whole body seizing, walls clamping down hard around her as you cry out, shaking so bad she has to hold you up.

the clench drags her over too.

she slams in deep one last time, groans long and broken against your neck as she cums, pulsing hot inside you, adding to the mess already there till you feel it leak out around her cock, down your thighs, washed away by the water.

you stay like that, her buried deep, arms wrapped around you, both panting under the spray.

she’s kissing your shoulder, your neck, anywhere she can reach, murmuring soft ‘love you’s between breaths.

after a minute she pulls out slow, turns you around gentle, cups your face and kisses you slow and sweet now, all the urgency gone.

grabs the body wash, starts soaping you up like nothing happened, hands sliding everywhere, taking care of you.

“best birthday ever,” she says again, grinning against your lips. “but we’re not leaving this shower till the hot water runs out. got a whole day of spoiling you left.”

you laugh, wrap your arms around her neck, already feeling her harden again against your stomach. “happy birthday baby.”

a/n : happy birthday to billie! and 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.

𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 || 𝐛.𝐞.

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."

hello i hope this is ok i didnt proofread tbh

🏷️ Summary: Billie knows perfectly well that punctuality is non-negotiable for me. So, when she decides to defy me by brazenly touching me under the table during a dinner with friends, she thinks she has won our little power struggle. She has no idea that her public bratting has only guaranteed her a ruthless punishment the second we step through the front door.

Warnings/Tags: Established Relationship, Smut, Soft-Dom!Reader, Sub!Billie, Bratty!Billie, Oral (Both!receiving), Fingering (Both!receiving), Strap-On (B!receiving), Overstimulation, Squiryng, Praise, Dirty Talk, Mild Degradation, Orgasm Denial, Mommy Kink, Spanking, Face slapping, Biting, Dacryphilia.

i have a request where reader is basically sick and is in the hospital, but despite billie being busy with her schedules, she still visits reader occasionally and bring her food, flowers and mostly spend their time together basically full of fluff. IM SO SORRY IM BAD AT EXPLAINING, hopefully you get the idea 💔

NO PRESSURE THOOO I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHH 🤍🤍

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ゛ Room 404 ⸝⸝ .ᐟ 𑣲 | @seaupee

The scent of sterile antiseptic was entirely masked by the overwhelming fragrance of fresh-cut peonies and lavender.

You leaned your head back against the plush pillows of your VIP hospital suite. It felt less like a medical ward and more like a high-end hotel room, complete with a panoramic view of the city skyline, a soft leather couch, and a private kitchenette. Billie had insisted on it the moment your fever had spiked and the doctor ordered overnight observation. You had tried to protest the extravagance, but arguing with Billie Eilish when she was in protective-girlfriend mode was a losing battle.

A quiet click of the door broke the silence of the room.

You blinked sleepily, turning your head as Billie slipped inside. The contrast was immediate. Just an hour ago, you had been scrolling through your phone, seeing pictures of her looking sharp and ethereal at a major radio interview. Now, she was completely dressed down: an oversized, worn-out vintage graphic tee, baggy gray sweatpants, and her hair tied up in a loose, messy bun. She looked exhausted, dark circles faint under her eyes, but the moment her gaze landed on you, her face softened.

"Hey," Billie whispered, closing the door gently behind her. "You awake?"

w/c: 2.1k

summary: when a relationship that once seemed destined to last falls apart under the pressure of life, both you and billie try to move forward the only way you know how: separately. but, an unexpected reunion uncovers old feelings, lingering questions, and the painful realization that sometimes life can be changed by the words that never reach the person who needed them most.

warnings: unresolved angst, miscommunication, guilt, misunderstanding, frustration

a/n: i’m on an angst streak! i’m on a stupid long road trip so i have lots of time to write. i hope ya like it!

Because like— Hopper said no boys, but never no girls

NO BOYS ROBIN BUCKLEY X FEM!READER

smut, plot? what plot, cunnilingus r!recieving, slight over-stim (i think? might be full idk) luna yaps for the millionth time; bb, this took me forever and i fear it's still not good pls forgive me, ily. masterlist requests

There were several rules that your dad had for both you and your younger sister, Jane. Of course, there was only one he put more strain onto. No Boys. This rule came courtesy of Jane and her relationship with Mike. Safe to say your dad wasn't the biggest Mike Wheeler fan, especially when it came to his youngest daughter. Now, you never had a boyfriend, but the rule stretched out to you, too. He was happy that you didn't complain about it. What your father failed to realize was that the reason you didn't complain was because you had no interest in boys, and in fact, you would never come to have a boyfriend.

oh no

slytherin boys texts! warnings: suggestive themes (nothing too much) contains: theo, draco, blaise, tom, mattheo and enzo

masterlist

No hate

✦ It’s not “forbidden love,” it’s literally her school bully.

He spent years tormenting Hermione for her blood status, turning that into romance feels less “enemies to lovers” and more “Highschool Stockholm syndrome.” Also, let’s call it what it is: it basically recalls racism.

I would never wish for a girl who’s been degraded because of her race to end up with her perpetrator.

✦ It flattens Hermione.

To make Dramione “work,” she usually gets rewritten into someone suddenly cold, suddenly conniving, suddenly forgetting every value she’s ever had. Or worse, written as this fragile thing with no backbone, shivering and crying all the time until Draco “saves” her. Hello..that’s not Hermione!

✦ It flattens Draco.

Same deal. He either gets “redeemed by love” in a cheesy way, or written as some broody vampire-wannabe who stares at her from the shadows craving to touch her. Draco is a clever, petty, dramatic little aristocrat, not a savior, nor a tragic gothic prince.

✦ The ‘fixing him with love’ fantasy.

No. Just no. Narcissa barely managed to keep that boy alive, Hermione is not about to swoop in and therapize him into being a better man. He needs therapy, not a Gryffindor savior complex.

✦ Canon chemistry? Nonexistent.

There isn’t a single point in the books or movies where Draco and Hermione share anything resembling romantic tension. None.

And yes, people love to point at that one scene in Half-Blood Prince where Hermione notices Draco looks sick. But let’s be real, that’s not a “moment.” That’s just Hermione being Hermione: observant, analytical.

Besides, Draco at that point was this close to throwing himself off the Astronomy Tower. Even the school portraits probably noticed.

✦ The smug fanon clichés.

Every Dramione fic inevitably gives us “Hermione floating around Malfoy Manor in silk gowns” or “Draco secretly adoring Crookshanks and binge-reading Muggle novels.”

... Bitch,please.

Draco was raised in purebred elegance, his idea of couple life is pouring you another glass of wine in your Manor, lips grazing your temple as you talk about whichever pureblood cousin from your families made a spectacle of themselves that week.

Hermione? Her version of couple life is mothers cooking together in the kitchen while fathers laugh about Muggle oddities.