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badgirl!billie, innocent!reader

in which billie takes a liking towards you when she’s fulfilling her community service hours at st. luke’s catholic church. she’s not fooled by the pure, innocent doe-eyed look you portray. one day, billie wants to test your faith. and where else would that be besides the back of her car?

tw: religion, religious corruption, reader is a virgin, semi-public sex, oral r!receiving and billie!recieving, strap-on use, dubconish

➢ word count: 2.3k

my contribution to kinktober. happy halloween pretty ladies<333

the first time billie saw you, she was setting hymnals in the pews. the air smelled like candle wax, and sunlight slanted through the stained-glass windows. billie was only at st. luke's because her community service hours said she had to be. painting classrooms, sorting food donations, wiping down the wooden benches after sunday mass— anything that kept her busy and out of trouble. it was either that or jail time.

but you?

you made it hard for billie to stay focused.

you were quiet and deliberate. when you smiled, it looked like something fragile that billie wasn't supposed to touch. but when you spoke with that soft voice— there was something underneath it. something that felt like invitation. you were the picture of purity, never straying far from the perfect, christain path your parents had laid out for you. virginity was your crown, untouched and sacred.

“you missed a spot.” you said one afternoon, pointing to a streak on a pew.

billie grinned. “you gonna punish me for it?”

you blinked, startled, then laughed and turned back toward the altar. “you shouldn’t joke like that in church.”

“didn't sound like you hated it.” billie retorted.

you didn’t reply, but your hands lingered over the wood polish, slow enough for billie to notice.

over the next few days, billie kept finding excuses to be near you. carrying donation boxes that didn’t need lifting, or offering to help polish candleholders she didn’t care about. she started coming early, just to watch you pray before the first volunteer shift began. there was something sickening about how still you were, head bowed and lips moving silently.

but sometimes, only sometimes, billie would look over her shoulder and meet your eyes.

billie started thinking about those looks at night. she started showing up on days she wasn’t scheduled to sit in the last pew, pretending to scroll through her phone. but secretly she was watching.

she wanted to ruin you.

or maybe she just wanted to understand you.

one thursday, when the church was empty but for the two of them, billie spoke first. “do you ever get tired of all this?”

you looked up from arranging flowers. “of what?”

“pretending like you don’t want things.”

your fingers froze around a stem. for a moment, the silence was heavy enough to break. then you spoke quiet, “some things are better when they stay unspoken.”

billie stepped closer. “that's not true.”

you turned, eyes bright in the dim light, mouth parted like you might confess something, but instead you shook your head and walked away.

the next day billie came early again, but you weren't there. only the smell of burned wax lingered, and the echo of your voice was still caught somewhere between the pews.

billie sat in the back, watching the candles flicker with her hands neatly folded in her lap. just thinking, replaying the moments the two of you shared within these sacred walls. she told herself she'd stay until the candles went out, but she didn't. just stayed, almost silently praying to herself you'd show.

you didn't.

by the third week, billie almost convinced herself she’d imagined it all— you had gone quiet again, almost avoiding her. professional, polite, and untouchable.

also, pure.

it should’ve made billie stop.

it didn’t.

she still came early, still stayed late. she'd linger near the votive stand, pretending to light candles for people she didn’t know. she'd study the flicker of gold across your face, examining each imperfection.

one afternoon, you broke the pattern.

billie was cleaning the brass rails near the altar when you walked up beside her, close enough that the scent of your perfume pressed into the air between the both of you.

“you're here a lot." you spoke, not looking at her.

billie smirked. “are you complaining?”

“no," you paused. “just noticing.”

you took the rag from billie's hand and began to polish beside her, shoulders nearly touching. the sound of fabric on metal filled the space. this was such a small thing, but you felt your heartbeat quicken within your chest.

thud, thud, thud.

when you spoke again, your voice was quiet enough to blend with the creak of the pews. “you don’t seem like the kind of person who likes church.”

“i’m not,” billie chuckled, “but i like being here.”

you looked at her then and for a moment, all of your restraint cracked, and your eyes softened at the rough-looking girl. there was warmth, curiosity… and something that felt like defiance.

“i shouldn’t say this,” you gulped, voice shy, “but you make it hard to concentrate.”

billie smirked, “good.”

you smiled small yet nervous, but real. then you stepped back, like you'd remembered yourself too late. “i shouldn’t have said that.” you murmured.

billie didn’t answer, just watched as you walked away, your hand brushing the edge of a pew like you needed something solid to touch.

after that, things changed. you didn’t avoid billie anymore. now, you asked her questions that had nothing to do with volunteer work— music, her tattoos, the kind of trouble she used to get into. you'd laugh at things that weren’t funny. and when you two passed in the hallway, your fingers would graze billie's sleeve like an accident.

each small thing built into something heavier, something that was dangerous and forbidden.

and today, when the church was about to become empty, you stood too close again, voice soft, “you know, i pray for you sometimes.”

billie would grin. “that’s sweet.”

your mouth would curve. “you shouldn’t think it’s sweet.”

church bells tolled softly as the sunday mass concluded, the congregation spilling out into the sun-dappled courtyard. you rose to your feet before a cold hand tugged you back down into the pew. it was billie.

“you should let me give you a ride home today,” billie spoke, twisting her snapback so it now sat backwards on her head. “it’s getting cold out.”

“how do you know i walk here?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. billie just grinned at you cockily.

“how do any of us know anything?” billie retorted sarcastically, her fingertips brushing the outside of your thigh. your face reddened a deep, flushed shade of red at the motion.

this was wrong, and you knew that. beyond wrong, actually. but billie made you feel something that the boys at college never made you feel.

billie leaned in close, her breath warm against your ear. "come with me.” she whispered, her voice low and commanding. your heart raced, a mix of sin and thrill twisting in your chest.

you knew you shouldn't, but your body betrayed you, and you trailed behind her out into the cool air.

billie’s car was parked in the lot behind the church, a sleek black sedan that felt like an extension of her. she unlocked the doors with a click, guiding you into the backseat with a firm hand on your lower back.

this didn’t feel like just a ride home.

the leather seats creaked under your weight as you slid in, your modest skirt riding up slightly. billie followed, pulling the door shut behind her, sealing you both in.

"i’ve wanted this," she murmured, her dark eyes locking onto yours. her hand cupped your cheek, thumb tracing your lower lip. “i’ve wanted you.”

you trembled, the weight of your vows pressing down, but the heat pooling between your thighs drowned it out. "billie, we can't. this is wrong.” you whispered, even as your lips parted under her touch.

billie silenced you with a kiss, her tongue slipping past your defenses to claim your mouth. her free hand roamed down your body, fingers unbuttoning your blouse, exposing the lace of your bra. you gasped into her mouth, arching instinctively as she pushed the fabric aside and palmed your breast, pinching your nipple until it hardened.

“you say that, yet you didn’t question us getting in the back of my car.” she growled against your lips, her voice laced with dominance.

“mhm…” billie shifted, easing you back against the seat. she hiked up your skirt, her eyes devouring the sight of your plain cotton panties, already damp with arousal. "look at you,” billie cooed, smirking. “soaked for me already."

she hooked her fingers into the waistband and tugged them down your thighs, exposing your untouched pussy to the dim light filtering through the windows. you squeezed your eyes shut, shame and desire warring inside you.

“i shouldn't let you,” you froze. “god, forgive me, but i want this so bad."

she chuckled softly, parting your legs with strong hands. "that’s my good girl. just let me take care of you." lowering her head, billie pressed a hot kiss to your inner thigh, then another, inching closer. her breath ghosted over your folds, making you shiver. when her tongue finally flicked out, tracing the length of your slit, you cried out, fingers clutching the seat.

she lapped at you slowly at first, savoring your taste, then delved deeper, circling your clit with precise strokes.

your hips bucked against her mouth as she sucked gently on the sensitive nub, her tongue plunging inside you, fucking you with wet, rhythmic thrusts.

"billie... oh god, i-it’s too much.” you moaned, voice breaking.

but you didn't pull away. instead, you threaded your fingers through her hair, holding her there. she hummed in approval, the vibration sending jolts through your core. her hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as she devoured you, tongue and lips working in tandem until your body tensed, pleasure crashing over you in waves. you had never felt anything like this in your life.

you came hard, cunt clenching around nothing as juices coated her chin. you whimpered her name out like a prayer.

billie lifted her head, lips glistening, a satisfied smirk on her face. "your turn, sweetheart. i want that pretty little mouth on me."

she stripped off her jeans and underwear in quick movements, revealing her shaved cunt, already slick with need. she reclined against the opposite door, legs spread wide, beckoning you closer.

“i don’t know how,” you hesitated, kneeling between her thighs on the cramped floor of the car, your face inches from her heat. “i’ve never- i shouldn't be doing this. this is a sin.”

"shh, i’ll show you," she said, her tone patient but firm. she guided your head down, fingers tangling in your hair. "start slow. lick me like you mean it."

you leaned in, tentatively extending your tongue to taste her. she was salty-sweet and intoxicating. emboldened by her soft moan, you licked broader strokes along her folds, mimicking what she'd done to you.

"just like that pretty girl— now find my clit. suck on it gently."

you obeyed, latching onto the swollen nub, drawing it between your lips and flicking your tongue over it.

billie’s hips rolled up to meet your mouth, her breaths coming faster. "use your fingers too. slide one inside of me."

your hand trembled as you pushed a digit into her tight warmth, feeling her walls clench around it. you pumped slowly, curling it upward as she instructed, your tongue never stopping its assault on her clit.

"fuuuck,” she drew out “like that— add another. and move harder now."

you followed her lead, two fingers thrusting deeper and faster, while you sucked harder. her moans filled the car.

she came with a shuddering gasp, grinding against your face, her release flooding your mouth as she held you in place until she rode out every aftershock.

panting, billie pulled you up for a messy kiss, tasting herself on your lips. "you’re a natural," she praised, reaching into the glove compartment for a harness and strap-on dildo. it was a thick, realistic, veined silicone that made your eyes widen. she buckled it on efficiently, the base pressing against her clit as she lubed it up. "now, how about i fuck that little pure pussy?”

heart pounding, you turned around so your ass was presented to her in the confined space.

“billie, please... i’m a virgin. this is a sin and you’re a girl and-“

but even as the words left your lips, you pushed back toward her, desperate for more. she rubbed the tip along your soaked entrance, teasing. "you keep fuckin’ saying that, but you're dripping for my cock. tell me you want it." her voice was commanding now.

"fuck…” you trailed at the motion, voice small. "please fuck me, billie. please. i want your cock.”

with a triumphant groan, billie thrust forward, the head breaching your tight cunt. you gasped at the stretch, the burn of your virginity giving way as she sank deeper inch by inch.

"so fuckin’ tight," she hissed, hands gripping your hips. she bottomed out, holding still to let you adjust, then began to move slow, deep strokes that had you mewling. "take it all, just like that."

the car rocked with her rhythm, your body jolting forward with each powerful thrust. pain melted into pleasure as she hit that spot inside you, over and over.

"this is wrong, this is so wrong,” you chanted quietly to yourself. “oh god, it feels so good.” you babbled, pushing back to meet her. you were a string of moans and pants.

billie reached around, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles, intensifying everything. she fucked you harder, the strap's base grinding against her own cunt, her breaths ragged.

“but i’m a girl,” billie taunted, her strokes maddening. “can’t be a sin if it’s not a real dick, hmm?”

“god!” you cried out, juices seeping onto her seats.

“it’s okay, it’ll just be our little secret.” billie spoke through muffled groans, talking you through it. “my pure little baby, fuck— i’ve wanted to get you dirty like this since the day i saw you.” she continued.

“g-god would d-disapprove,” you tried to hold your ground, but it was useless now.

“i am your fuckin’ god.” billie’s voice was rough as she continued to pound into you.

those words were enough to push you to your edge. you came, walls fluttering around the dildo, crying out as ecstasy ripped through you. billie followed soon after, slamming into you one last time before stilling, both of you collapsing in a sweaty heap. She pulled out gently, wrapping her arms around you, kissing your shoulder.

“see? nothing to be afraid of.” she murmured as she held you in her arms.

“mhm.” you cooed, fucked dumb.