𓏲🪽˚. ˖ ݁ “𝒜m I distracting you?” ࿐
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𓂃 smut (maid!bils) ⟡ mild degradation (if you squint) ⟡ taunting ⟡ teasing ⟡ fingering (r!receiving) ⟡ more maybe idk ⟡ wc: 878 ⟡ not proof read .ᐟ
You were home alone. Your father had gone to some interview involving his company’s new launch, so you were all alone.
You were sitting in the living room watching some random movie Netflix just added when she walked in. Her uniform dress was slightly unbuttoned at the cleavage which made your eyes flicker.
She noticed. Of course she noticed.
A smirk tugged on her lips, “Am I distracting you, ___?” she said, her tone sultry in a way that made your panties damp. You blinked in surprise, a flush creeping up your neck.
You sputtered a few incoherent words which just made her smirk widen, “What- What do you mean?” you asked, acting clueless.
Her smirk turned into a grin.
She knew you were playing clueless.
“The movie.” She replied, her voice low. She walked closer to you, her steps slow and deliberate. Your breath hitched slightly as she grew closer to you.
“I’m just here to clean, don’t mind me.” She said, but the tone she used said otherwise. Husky. A tone that made your pulse quicken.
She bent over the coffee table even though she didn’t need to—using her duster to pick up the dust on the hardwood of the table.
Your eyes flickered to her ass. Round and soft. You noticed something. Her panties were sheer and see through, black and lacy. It made your core ache with need.
She turned her head back to look at you, the look in her eyes teasing. She was taunting you. “Is there something bothering you, ___?” She asked, then paused, straightening up and walking over to you.
“You’re all… flushed.” She said, her voice a soft whisper that only further ignited the desire growing inside you. She tossed her duster somewhere but you didn’t care enough to focus on it. She bent down slightly in front of you, putting her hands on your thighs.
Your eyes flickered to her cleavage and you saw her smirk, taking one hand off your thighs and unbuttoning her dress further. It made you feel dizzy.
“Uhm, Billie, my dad is gonna be back soon…” You breathed out, trying your best to ignore the arousal rushing through you. She tilted her head slightly, her hand creeping up your thigh again.
“We can be quick, can’t we?” She replied, licking her lips. Your eyes flickered down to her lips and your breath hitched before you nodded. She smiled and didn’t waist any time, straddling your lap.
Your fingers were quick to unbutton her dress, revealing the rest of her cleavage and black, lace bra. She grinned when your eyes widened slightly, “I wore it just for you.” she said teasingly.
Your cheeks flushed darker but you hid it by nuzzling your face between her neck, pressing kisses at the soft skin there. She let out a satisfied breath, tilting her head to the side to give you easier access.
You nipped softly at her neck, leaving behind small, red marks. Her hands moved to the waistband of your pants, unbuttoning them.
You gasped slightly as you felt her hand creep under your panties, “Be as loud as you can.” she said before running a finger up your wet slit, grazing at the skin softly.
“So, so wet already.” She whispered tauntingly, rubbing small circles around your aching clit. You were so horny, you could feel yourself getting wetter. She grinned at the gasp that escaped you.
She slide in two fingers, your warm walls enclosing her finger. You let out a moan at the sudden stretch. She smiled, thrusting her fingers deeper until they were buried inside you.
She didn’t wait for you to adjust before pumping the fingers at a fast tempo, curling them in a come hither motion. The wet sounds that escaped your cunt was embarrassingly loud—
But you were too lost in the pleasure to care, your eyes rolling back slightly and fluttering.
“Feels good, huh?” She whispered teasingly. You didn’t reply verbally but the mewl that escaped you told her everything. She didn’t let up, fucking her fingers into you as deep as they go.
You could feel your legs shake underneath her, the sounds that left you just growing louder and louder. She could feel your walls pulse against her fingers and her smile widened.
“Already close?” She mocked, moving at a faster pace to push you over the edge—
You climaxed with a loud cry, your head rolling back in ecstasy as your release gushed out and coated her fingers. She didn’t let up, milking your pleasure.
When she felt your cries turn into soft whines, she pulled them out slowly, sucking them clean. You panted underneath her, “Thanks…” you said quietly.
She grinned, pulling her fingers out her mouth. “You’re thanking me for giving you an orgasm?” She said, her tone a taunt meant to make you embarrassed—but her hands buttoned your pants up anyways.
A flush grew on your cheeks at her tone. She got off your lap, standing up and grabbing her duster off the floor before speaking,
“If you want another one, you know where to find me.” She said before walking out the living room, leaving you breathless on the couch, completely forgetting about the movie.
