madi (matt's ver.)

Paring - femreader x Billie Eilish

Warning - whipped cream, strap, oral, tit play, fingering

A/n - hope you gays enjoy

The aroma of the meal fades into the background as you pull the bowl of fresh strawberries and the can of whipped cream from the fridge, intending a light, sweet finish to the night. But Billie’s gaze follows you, intense and playful, her lips curving into a knowing smile that makes your pulse quicken. Before you can arrange anything on a plate, she’s behind you, her hands sliding around your hips, guiding you toward the counter with firm intent.

‘Oh, no,’ she whispers hotly against your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. ‘I’ve got something much tastier in mind for dessert.’ In one fluid motion, she hoists you up onto the smooth surface, your thighs parting slightly as you settle, the cool stone pressing against your skin through your clothes. She steps between your legs, her body heat radiating, and snatches the whipped cream from your grasp, giving it a teasing shake.

‘Is that right?’ you murmur back, your voice laced with anticipation, leaning into her touch as heat builds between you.

Her fingers trail up your sides, hooking into your top and peeling it away slowly, exposing your breasts to the soft kitchen glow. ‘Look at you,’ she murmurs, eyes darkening with hunger as she surveys your bare torso. ‘Perfect for savoring.’ The nozzle hisses softly as she traces a line of cold foam along your neck, the chill contrasting sharply with the warmth of her proximity. You tilt your head back instinctively, a soft sigh escaping, and then her tongue is there—warm, insistent—lapping up the cream in slow, deliberate swipes from your collarbone upward. She sucks lightly at your pulse point, drawing out the sweetness mingled with your skin’s salt, her hum of approval vibrating against you.

‘God, Billie, that feels so good,’ you breathe, your hands finding her shoulders, fingers digging in as desire sparks.

‘Mmm, even better than I imagined,’ she says, her voice a sultry purr as she reaches for the can again. She circles your chest next, spraying generous swirls around your nipples until they peak under the frosty touch. Leaning in, she drags her tongue across one mound, flattening it to collect every bit, before closing her lips over the hardened tip. You gasp, arching into her mouth as she sucks firmly, teeth grazing just enough to spark heat low in your belly. She switches sides, licking broad paths that leave your skin slick and tingling, her free hand steadying your back. ‘You taste so fucking divine,’ she breathes between laps, her eyes locking onto yours with raw desire.

‘Don’t stop,’ you plead softly, your voice husky, body trembling under her attention.

Not satisfied yet, Billie lowers the can to your stomach, dolloping the cream in a trail down to your navel, where it pools invitingly. ‘Hold still, baby,’ she coos, her tone laced with command and affection. Her tongue dips into the dip of your belly button first, swirling to clean it out, then flattens against your abdomen, tracing the creamy lines with firm, unhurried strokes. Each pass sends jolts of anticipation through you, your core clenching as her mouth inches lower, her hands working your pants open and sliding them down your legs along with your underwear, baring you completely.

‘You’re driving me crazy,’ you whisper, spreading your legs wider for her, heart pounding.

She parts your thighs wider, knees nudging yours apart, and aims the whipped cream directly at your pussy, the cold burst making you jolt and whimper as it coats your folds. ‘God, you’re already so wet for me,’ she observes, her voice husky with approval, thumb brushing lightly over your clit before pulling back. But instead of diving in right away, she reaches for the bowl, selecting a single, ripe strawberry. Holding it up between her fingers, she brings it to her lips, her eyes never leaving yours as she bites into it slowly—juices dribbling down her chin, her tongue darting out to catch a drop. She chews with exaggerated sensuality, moaning softly around the fruit, the sound echoing your building ache. ‘This could be you,’ she teases, popping the rest into her mouth and swallowing with a wicked grin. ‘But I think I’ll save the best for last.’

‘Tease,’ you gasp, watching her intently, your pussy aching for her touch.

The strawberry discarded, Billie drops to her knees between your legs, her hands gripping your inner thighs to hold you open. Her tongue makes first contact with a long, flat lick along your slit, gathering the cream and your arousal in one go. You moan loudly, fingers tangling in her hair as she delves deeper, sucking at your outer lips before thrusting her tongue inside your pussy, scooping out the sweetness with eager flicks against your walls. ‘Come on, let me hear you,’ she urges between licks, her mouth vibrating against you. She focuses on your clit next, circling it with the tip of her tongue, then sucking hard while two fingers slide into you, curling to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

‘Yes, right there,’ you cry out, hips bucking against her face, pleasure coiling tight.

The pleasure builds relentlessly—her tongue lashing faster, fingers pumping in rhythm, the remnants of cream mixing with your slickness. ‘That’s it, cum for me,’ she demands softly, her breath hot on your skin. You shatter, pussy spasming around her fingers as waves of ecstasy crash over you, your cries filling the kitchen while she laps every drop, prolonging your release until you’re trembling and spent.

‘Fuck, Billie...’ you pant, body limp and buzzing.

Billie rises then, licking her lips with satisfaction, her cheeks flushed. ‘Not letting you off that easy,’ she says, voice rough with need as she unfastens her pants, shoving them down to reveal the strap-on harnessed to her hips—thick silicone cock bobbing free, glistening slightly from anticipation. She’d been wearing it all through dinner, the thought making fresh heat pool in you. Stepping close, she aligns the tip with your still-throbbing entrance, gripping your hip. ‘Ready for the main course?’ she asks, thrusting forward in one smooth motion, filling your pussy to the hilt.

‘Oh yes, fuck me,’ you moan, wrapping your legs around her waist, pulling her deeper.

You cry out at the stretch, legs wrapping around her as she starts to move—deep, grinding rolls of her hips that drag the strap along your sensitive walls. Her hands roam your body, pinching your nipples as she fucks you harder, the counter shaking with each impact. ‘Fuck, you take me so well,’ she groans, leaning down to capture your mouth in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling as her pace turns punishing. Your second orgasm builds quickly, coiling tight “fuck I’m gonna…”you say as it snaps, clenching around the silicone as she drives you over the edge again, her own breaths ragged against your neck until she finally stills, holding you close in the afterglow.

au: you are a woman of composure, calm, poise. but inside that specific folder in billie's phone, a restricted access to anyone, contains multiple videos of you that is only for billie's eyes to see.

contains: g!p billie, hair pulling, "talking you thru it", cowgirl, risky sex

an: for the ovulating people lol (not proofread)

PART II: Restricted Access: Harder

CLIP 5: interview prep

➀ Video ▹ 03:20

the camera is propped up in the corner of a large vanity mirror.

you are sitting on the counter, your heels hooked into the waistband of billie's baggy shorts. she's standing between your legs, her phone pressed to her ear as she talks to finneas.

"yeah, I know the 'no-dating' questions are coming. I'll just give the 'I'm focused on my shit' line. It’s fine." billie is deadpanning into the phone, looking at her own reflection.

as she speaks, she’s fucking you with a gritty, impatient energy. the camera captures the visual of her pulling your hips flush against her, her cock disappearing into you with every thrust.

the contrast of her "pristine" public image being discussed while she’s physically claiming you is overwhelming.

you’re shaking, your fingers digging into her shoulders.

"billie…put the phone down. please." you whined into her shoulder.

billie pulls the phone away from her ear, her expression shifting from "stoic star" to "devoted girlfriend."

she kisses your forehead, her voice a soft murmur. "Just two more minutes, baby. Then I’m all yours. Stay with me."

by the time she hangs up, she tosses the phone onto the couch, and buries her face in your neck, kissing a spot there.

the clip ending as she lets out a long, shaky exhale, finally letting herself lose.

CLIP 7: Glass window

➀ Video ▹ 02:54

the view starts with you pinned against the floor-to-ceiling glass of your office. billie dropped by unannounced and you always knew how things would end if that happens.

you’re still in your tailored trousers, but they’re down around your knees.

billie is behind you, her breasts pressed against your back, her hands flat against the glass on either side of your head.

she is fucking you with a slow, punishing rhythm. the camera captures the visual of her thick, veiny cock disappearing into you with every heavy, wet thrust. you can see the steam from her breath on the window at every pant.

billie isn't being "quiet" anymore. she's letting out low, soft growls into the crook of your neck. every time she hits her deepest point, she stays there for a second, grinding her hips in a slow circle to make you feel every inch of her.

"…billie—" you moan into your arm to muffle the sound, reaching back to grip onto billie's shirt.

it was good. too good. and the fact that your window is not even tinted making the whole situation riskier than it already is made it better.

she pulls your hair back just enough to force you to look at your reflection in the glass. "look at yourself, hmm? look at how much you're shaking. all that 'CEO' shit doesn't mean anything when I'm inside you, huh?"

the video was cut when a company call came in, but clearly that didn't do shit to stop billie.

CLIP 4: fireplace

➀ Video ▹ 08:46

on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, you're on all fours, and billie is behind you, her hands locked firmly on your hips. she's been driving into you with a steady, heavy pace that has you completely breathless.

the audio is a thick mix of the fire crackling and the rhythmic, wet thud-slap of billie's body meeting yours. she's deep—so deep you’re making these small, high-pitched "broken" noises with every thrust.

you try to crawl forward to escape the intensity, your fingers digging into the rug, but billie just hauls you back by your waist.

"Nuh-uh, get the fuck back here." billie firmly spoke, gripping your hips tight enough that would leave a mark.

"…nnggmmmhhh—"you let out a frustrated, desperate little whimper, burying your face in your arms.

billie stops instantly. she leans over you, her black hair tickling your bare back, and she lets out this soft, amused chuckle—the kind that sounds like a tease.

breathless, your girlfriend laughed softly. "you think you can just run away when it gets too good? look at you... you're a mess."

"shut up, Eilish." it came out muffled, your face still buried in your arms.

you feel her leave kisses on the back of your neck, her voice dropping into that raspy, needy tone. "you're so cute when you’re mad. you good? i'm not being too rough?"

when you shake your head 'no,' she let out a darker, more satisfied hum and slams back into you, diving back into the tightness. billie licked her lips, eyes glancing at the camera before shooting a wink at it.

CLIP 10: inch by inch

➀ Video ▹ 18:50

billie is lying flat on her back, her hair spread out against the white sheets. you are straddling her, hovering over her hips. her cock is standing straight up between you—veiny, thick, and pulsing with a heavy weight.

her phone glowed on the side, propped up against the lamp on the the nightstand, capturing a side-angle of the bed.

it was late. very.

everyone was already asleep, you guys should be to.

but here we are.

you're holding her shoulders, your face flushed and eyes wide as you slowly lower yourself. you only get the tip in—just an inch of that broad, blunt head—before you gasp and lift back up, your muscles tensing.

the audio is a crisp recording of your shallow, panicked breaths and the wet shlick of her slickness meeting yours. you hear the bedframe creak as you shift your weight, trying to find an angle that works.

billie doesn't rush you. she reaches up, her heavy silver rings cold against your skin as she cups your waist, her thumbs tracing the bone to keep you steady. she lets out a soft, amused chuckle, her eyes blown.

"easy, baby... take your time. I know I’m a lot. just breathe into it. you're doing so good for me." she rasped, voice low and carefully.

"bil... it's... you're too big." you whined.

billie gives a tiny, encouraging smile. "hey, I got you. I’m right here. Just sink down a little more..." her hands guided you down a little further enough for her tip to get in. "there you go. is this okay? you need me to hold you?"

you didn't answer, but the way you gripped her shoulders was enough for her to tighten her hold on your waist.

you finally manage to take half of her. you're shaking, your fingers digging into her collarbones. with one final, shaky exhale, you relax your hips and slide all the way down, the sheer girth of her stretching you until there’s no space left between your bodies.

as you settle, you let out a series of high-pitched, involuntary noises—tiny, breathless whimpers that sound completely undone.

billie's head thumps back against the pillow. thud. she lets out a jagged, "needy" groan that sounds like it was ripped out of her chest.

she doesn't move. she stays perfectly still, letting you adjust to the feeling of her being buried deep. she reaches up, stroking your hair out of your sweaty face, looking at you with pure worship.

"there she is. look at that... you took all of me. you okay, baby? you feel me all the way inside?"

you whimper again, nodding against her shoulder.

she lets out another soft, giddy chuckle, kissing your temple. "God, those sounds you're making... you're gonna make me lose my mind. you're so perfect."

you're sitting there, frozen by the sensation. billie starts to teach you how to move. she isn't thrusting—she’s using her hands on your hips to guide you into a slow, grinding hump.

the camera captures the visual of your hips rolling in a circular motion, the friction creating a loud, wet squelch that fills the quiet room. you see billie's teeth bared, her jaw tight as she feels you moving around her.

"don't lift up, baby... just grind. Lean into me. grind your weight down on me... yeah, just like that. feel that?"

"yes... oh god, bil..." you moaned — broken, fuckin' pathetic.

"that's it. you're the boss, remember? you set the pace. i'm just here to take it. still good? you want to go faster?"

she starts helping, her hips lifting to meet your downward pressure. the audio becomes a chaotic mix of your needy whimpers turning into loud, desperate cries repeating her name and billie's deep, rhythmic grunts.

after you are all worked out — wrapped together in sheets, billie's arms were covered in angry, red claw marks. some were bleeding that it burned. but billie didn't care about the pain, she loves you.

billie is holding the phone, filming the two of you as you hide your face in her neck, completely exhausted. she looks triumphant—flushed, sweaty, and deeply happy.

she kisses your ear, her voice a soft, vibrating hum.

"hey…look at me."she lightly pats your ass to get your attention. but you let out an annoyed groan instead and buried yourself further into billie's neck. "jesus okay—you need some water? you were so good baby."

you hummed, hand coming up to rest on the side of billie's head. your fingers loosely tangled into her damp hair.

"stay. just need you here."

the clip ended with billie kissing your forehead, whispering "I love you" onto your skin like you're worth to fight for.

because you are.

au: you are a woman of composure, calm, poise. but inside that specific folder in billie's phone, a restricted access to anyone, contains multiple videos of you that is only for billie's eyes to see.

contains: g!p billie, filming of sex, blowjob, face riding

an: not proofread. Part II of Restricted Access

CLIP 9: Red

➀ Video ▹ 1:12

the video opens with your soft, struggled whine. filmed on billie's phone that you bought her just earlier cause she threw her old one at the mirror and shattered it dead.

on the drive to her house, she said she wanted to bless it. you raised a brow but didn't question.

and look where it got you.

she's holding it high, looking down at the two of you in the reflection of the soundproof glass. the room is bathed in deep crimson. billie is sitting in the producer's chair with you straddling her.

she's holding the phone in one hand, filming your face as you realize what’s happening beneath you. her cock is out, fully erect and pulsing, trapped between your grinding hips and her lap.

"look at the screen, baby," she rasps, her voice a low and teasing.

billie tilts the phone down so the camera catches the rhythm—the way her cock disappears and reappears as you slide over the head of it.

she’s smirking, looking totally relaxed while you’re falling apart.

she lets out a witty, breathless laugh when you let out a loud sob of frustration.

"I hate you." you managed to stutter.

"Mhm." billie hums mockingly. leaning over to pressed a kiss on your sweaty temple.

she drops the phone onto the desk—the camera pointing at the ceiling—and you just hear the wet, rhythmic sounds of her finally sliding all the way inside you, followed by her low, satisfied "fuck, you're so wet."

CLIP 11: Sit. Down.

➀ Video ▹ 1:34

a static shot from the side. you are hovering over billie's face, but you’re clearly hesitant, bracing yourself with your hands on the mattress.

billie's hands come up to grab your hips. she's looking up at you from the pillows, her blue eyes dark and intense.

"stop holding yourself up," she grumbles, the sound muffled by your proximity. "i'm not gonna break, baby. Put your weight on me."

you try to sink down, but you’re still shaking, overthinking it.

billie lets out a huff—that classic, "scolding" tone. "Dude, seriously? Trust me. Sit. Down. All the way." she reaches up and pulls your arms out from under you, forcing you to collapse onto her face.

the audio changes instantly to the sound of her tongue working frantically against you. you let out a sob, your body finally going limp against her. you feel her hum, vibrating against your sensitive clit.

the way she made eye contact with you — eyes half-lidded, blown. she glided her tongue through your slit, flicking it making you shudder.

"Shit—" you gasp, gripping the headboard.

"yeah? you like that?"

"fuck you." oh, you were frustrated. she let out a small, amused chuckle against your inner thigh.

"baby, you already are."

your hand shot out to grip her hair and she winced when you tugged. "Okay, fuck that hurts—"

"finish what you started, Eilish." and there goes that voice. that same voice you use to dominate board rooms and executives.

billie liked it. fucking loved it.

she grips your thighs, keeping you pinned there, her muffled voice saying, "there she is. that's my girl."

CLIP 13: Needy

➀ Video ▹ 5:32

you are holding the phone this time. it's a messy, high-angle shot looking down at your own body.

theframe shows your legs wrapped around billie's waist.

she's trying to pull away, her face soft and concerned. "baby, we’ve been at this for an hour, your skin is literally raw," she’s saying. but you aren't listening.

you're pulling her back by her shirt, your face a mask of needy determination. first day of ovulation is always brutal.

you force her back into you. the camera shakes violently as her cock slides back in, hitting your sweet spot with a squelching wetness that sounds like a splash. you let out a sob of relief, your hand dropping the phone onto the bed so the camera is just filming the ceiling, but the audio is crystal clear.

you hear the bedframe creaking and the sound of skin-on-skin contact. you're making these high, repetitive "uh-uh-uh" sounds with every thrust.

your nails clawed into billie's skin, her pale arms covered with trails of scratches. some were even bleeding slightly.

billie's voice is a wreck, hissing every time the cool air of the AC hits her arms. "Okay, okay…god, you’re gonna be the death of me."

the clip ends with the sound of a heavy, final thud and a long, shared groan of absolute exhaustion before the camera was pushed off the bed.

CLIP 8: Shy?

➀ Video ▹ 4:51

billie is standing in front of a brightly lit vanity mirror, filming the reflection. you're tucked between her and the counter, hidden mostly by her oversized hoodie, until she pulls it up.

billie looks into the camera with a witty, half-lidded smirk. "check out my little shy baby," she mumbles.

she moves the fabric, revealing you on your knees, your face buried in her lap. her cock is thick and heavy, and you're swirling your tongue around the head with a needy focus.

you realize you're being filmed and freeze for a second, your face turning bright red.

billie just chuckles and strokes your cheek. "don't stop, mama. It's just for us."

you let out a tiny, soft whine and go back to it. but now you’re being bold, making eye contact with her through the lens as you swallow her deep.

the sound is messy and wet. you're drooling slightly, the friction creating a loud slurp-squelch every time you move.

billie's eyes go wide, her composure finally cracking.

"oh, fuck... okay, that's it," she gasps, reaching down to pull you up by your waist.

the video ended when the phone was long forgotten, facing up to the ceiling, and the words "it's okay baby, i'll go slow." was heard before the screen went black.

CLIP 15: she grumpy as hell after wtf

➀ Video ▹ 2:47

one thing, you're always the meanest after sex.

billie is filming you in the hotel bathroom. you've just showered, and you’re standing there with a towel around your head, looking incredibly small and grumpy because she won't give you your hairbrush.

a little punishment because you won't talk to her after you two pulled a 365 days yacht scene. you couldn't feel your legs — at all.

billie is holding the brush above her head as if her 3 apples tall frame is going to do shit to your 5'10 height. "give me a kiss first. a real one. not the 'I'm embarrassed' peck."

you blink. face blank.

you're standing there with your arms crossed over your chest, lowkey on the edge. "give me the brush, billie. I have a call with your label in twenty minutes."

"Kiss. First." she leans up, her eyes sparkling with wit.

you finally give in, reaching down to pull her up by her collar, giving her a deep, possessive kiss that catches her off guard. when you pull away, you snatch the brush from her hand.

you walk out of the bathroom with a "thank you," leaving her standing there stunned.

billie looks at the camera and whispers, "she's so mean to me. I love her so much."

the clip ends with her following you out, already planning how to make you pissed.

(might be the last part. next update is pretty…yeah)