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Pairing -roommate reader x roommate Billie Eilish

Warning - fingering, oral, face sitting, tit play

A/n - Made this for my princess @laylalovesbillie

You walked into the apartment after a long day, hair still damp, wearing nothing but a loose shirt that barely reached mid-thigh. You knew exactly what you were doing—the way it clung, the way it left just enough to drive Billie crazy.

Billie was on the couch, headphones around her neck, scrolling on her phone. The second she looked up, her smirk was sharp, mischievous.

“Well,” she said slowly, voice low, deliberate. “That’s… very distracting.”

You tilted your head, hands on your hips, matching her grin. “Distracting enough to make you try something about it?”

Her eyes sparkled, challenge in her gaze. “Maybe. Are you daring me?”

“Oh, I’m daring you,” you said, stepping closer, letting your fingers brush her arm—just enough to test the waters.

Billie didn’t flinch. She leaned back, letting you think you had the upper hand, then suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you onto the couch with her, pressing you against her side. “You think you’re the only one who can play games?” she whispered, lips grazing your ear.

You groaned softly, then smirked, pushing back against her lightly, letting your hand brush down her chest teasingly. “I think I can handle a little… challenge.”

Her laugh was low, teasing—but not submissive. “Oh, you think you can handle me?”

“I don’t just think,” you said, leaning closer so your lips brushed her neck. “I know I can.”

Billie tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “Bold. I like bold.” She caught your jaw, tilting your face toward hers. “But I’m not letting you take over that easily.”

You smirked, hands moving deliberately, testing her reactions, brushing over the edges of her hoodie, pulling her slightly closer. “Good. I wouldn’t want it to be easy.”

Now the air between you was charged—electric, dangerous, teasing. Neither of you gave an inch. Every touch, every glance, was a challenge. Billie leaned in, lips brushing yours lightly, playful, daring you to kiss back fully. You didn’t hesitate, hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer—but she pressed back, matching every push with her own, lips teasing, teeth grazing yours just enough to make it tense.

“Don’t think you’re winning,” she murmured against your lips.

“Oh, I’m not thinking,” you whispered back, voice low, confident. “I’m proving it.”

And just like that, the couch became a battlefield. Each move, each touch, a silent game of dominance. Billie would pull back, teasing, then push forward harder. You’d respond in kind, matching her energy, testing her limits, daring her to go further.

Her hands slid along your sides, pulling you flush against her, but you twisted, shifting your hips in a teasing counter, letting her know she wasn’t in control—not completely.

Billie’s body heat radiating against yours on the couch. She didn’t pull away—instead, she surged forward, capturing your mouth in a deep, demanding kiss that tasted of mint and mischief. Her tongue slipped past your lips, exploring with bold strokes, while her fingers dug into your hips, pulling you tighter against her. The loose shirt rode up your thighs from the friction, exposing more skin to the cool apartment air, but her body blocked it, trapping the warmth between you.

You matched her intensity, your hands sliding under her hoodie, palms pressing flat against the smooth, warm expanse of her stomach. Her muscles tensed under your touch, a soft hum vibrating from her throat into the kiss. Breaking away just enough to gasp, you nipped at her lower lip, tugging it between your teeth before releasing it with a pop. your fingers tracing higher, brushing the underside of her breasts through the thin fabric of her sports bra.

Her eyes flashed with that signature fire, dark and unyielding she shifted her weight, flipping you onto your back in one fluid motion. The cushions sank under you, her knees bracketing your hips as she loomed above, hoodie bunching up around her waist. She leaned down, lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down to the sensitive spot just below your ear. Her teeth grazed the skin there, sending sparks straight to your core, while one hand slipped under your shirt, cupping your breast firmly, thumb circling your hardening nipple with deliberate pressure.

A low moan escaped you, your back arching to press into her palm. “Fuck, Billie,” you breathed, your own hands yanking at her hoodie, desperate to feel more of her. She let you peel it off, revealing the black sports bra clinging to her curves, her skin flushed and dotted with faint freckles across her collarbone. You sat up slightly, capturing one of her nipples through the fabric with your mouth, sucking hard enough to make her hiss and grind her hips down against yours. The pressure of her core against your thigh was electric, her shorts riding up to let you feel the heat building between her legs.

Billie’s fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. “You’re playing dirty,” she whispered, her free hand sliding down your side, nails scraping lightly over your ribs before dipping between your thighs. She cupped your pussy through the thin barrier of your underwear—if you were even wearing any under that shirt—fingers pressing just enough to tease your clit, rubbing slow circles that made your hips buck involuntarily. “But I like it. Makes me want to pin you down and make you beg.”

You laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a groan as her touch grew bolder, slipping under the hem of your shirt to stroke your bare folds directly. Your arousal coated her fingers immediately, slick and warm, and she groaned in approval, sliding one digit along your entrance before pushing inside with a slow, curling thrust. “Like that? You’re so wet already, dripping for me,” she murmured, her lips brushing yours as she pumped her finger deeper, adding a second to stretch you just right, hitting that spot that made your toes curl.

“Not begging yet,” you shot back, even as pleasure coiled tight in your belly. Your hand mirrored hers, delving into her shorts, finding her own heat—her pussy smooth, lips swollen and slick under your fingertips. You circled her clit with your thumb, pressing firmly while sliding two fingers into her tight channel, feeling her walls clench around you. Billie’s breath stuttered, her thrusts faltering for a second as she rocked into your hand, but she recovered quickly, grinding down harder, her nipple still pebbled against your chest from where you’d teased it.

The couch creaked under your combined movements, the air thick with the sounds of wet skin on skin, ragged breaths, and muffled moans. She captured your mouth again, kissing you fiercely as her fingers fucked you faster, thumb now flicking your clit in rhythm with her thrusts. Your free hand gripped her ass, squeezing the firm muscle and pulling her closer, your fingers plunging deeper into her pussy, curling to stroke her inner walls. “Come on,” you urged against her lips, nipping her tongue. “Show me how much you want this.”

Billie’s eyes locked onto yours, pupils blown wide with lust. “I want you coming undone for me first,” she demanded, her voice rough as she added a third finger, stretching you wide, the heel of her palm grinding against your clit with every snap of her wrist. The pressure built relentlessly, your body tensing, thighs trembling around her hand. You cried out, walls pulsing as orgasm crashed over you, your pussy clenching hard around her fingers, juices soaking her palm as you rode the waves.

She didn’t stop, drawing it out until you were gasping, oversensitive and shaking. Only then did she pull her fingers free, bringing them to her mouth to suck them clean with a wicked grin, tasting you while her other hand kept you pinned. “Your turn to watch,” she said, voice laced with triumph, as she shifted up, straddling your chest now, her shorts tugged aside to expose her glistening pussy inches from your face. “Lick me. Make me come like I did for you.”

You didn’t hesitate, hands gripping her thighs to pull her down, your tongue darting out to lap at her folds, savoring the tangy sweetness of her arousal. Billie moaned, head falling back, her fingers weaving into your hair to guide you as you sucked her clit between your lips, flicking it with your tongue while your fingers slid back inside her, pumping in time with your mouth. Her hips rolled, fucking your face with increasing urgency, breaths coming in sharp pants. “Yes, fuck, just like that—don’t stop,” she gasped, body trembling as she chased her release.

The dominance battle raged on, even in this intimate act—her pulling your hair to set the pace, you thrusting your fingers harder to push her over the edge. Finally, with a shattered cry, Billie came, her pussy spasming around your digits, flooding your mouth with her essence as she ground down, riding out the pleasure until she collapsed forward, bracing on the couch arm, both of you slick with sweat and satisfaction.