#billiesmut

“WRAPPED AROUND ME”

➤ synopsis : after reader’s husband cancels christmas plans, she turns to billie for comfort, and their grief and tension lead to heated sex near by the fireplace.

⤷ SMUT ₊ ⊹ ✶ pairings : g!p = maidbillie x milf!reader; oral sex. breeding kink . spanking. mirror watching unprotected sex. hair pulling powersub!reader praising kink cheating. switch!billie ٠࣪⭑ ⟢

outside, snow had began to fall beautifully, painting the outside windows white. If you were to see it, I’m sure it’ll remind you of one of those classic christmas movies, the ones where the kids are running downstairs in their pajamas, with a dog barking in the back.

It was cold, but still enough warmth for billie’s body inside the barn. she was bundled up in her grey trench coat, with a black turtleneck underneath, and her loose-fitted black jeans that somehow still kept her warm in the frosting cold, her glasses fogging up.

billie had been out here for nearly an hour, her shoes crunching against the snow. she worked quietly, her breath curling in the air in front of her.

once the horses were settled, she stepped back inside the large home. inside, she slipped her wet boots off, leaving them by the door. she dust the rest of the snow flakes off of her, before she got her apron, tied it around her waist before going to finish the rest of her work.

she moved smoothly through the home, straightening pillows, folding blankets, sweeping the entryway, wiping down counters, picking up the little things eileen’s teenagers left behind. she cleaned like the house was her biggest responsibility, making sure every damn thing was neat, and put back in place.

the big kitchen warmed slowly as she turned on the over head lights. It was the kind of kitchen that made people look at every detail—wide marble counters, dark green cabinets with brass handles, polished wooden floors, and a massive island where everyone gathered. beautiful.

tonight, the air felt light, and the smell of cinnamon danced around the house, leaving a trail behind itself, as billie breathed it in.

billie washed her hands, rolled her sleeves higher up her arms, and started pulling ingredients from the fridge. she felt like it would be best to start preparing christmas dinner tonight, so it wouldn’t be too hectic for her tomorrow. the family was having trillions of guests coming over the next day, so billie knew it’d be better to start sooner, than later.

she began to lay everything out, baby potatoes, fresh rosemary garlic, onions, and seasoned fish she’d marinated herself. she figured she’d start dessert early in the morning, fresh. 

she was starting to chop the onions, the blade slicing sharply, hitting the wooden board, when she heard the faint shuffle of footsteps in the living room. 

she paused.

eileen was in there.

eileen has been wrapping gifts all afternoon. billie could picture the concentration on eileen’s face, her brain scrambling to smooth the ends of the wrapping paper, her curly hair loosely around her shoulders as she leaned over the presents. 

she continued chopping, slower now, listening without meaning to, her ears picking up on every sound. the sound of eileen settling the gifts under the tree, the rustling of the paper was soft and settle.

then, eileen’s phone rung.

billie kept her movements, attempting to mind her business, focus on her job for god’s sake, but she could hear eileen’s voice cutting through the four walls of the living room, sharper than the knife she held.

billie didn’t mean to listen, she never tried to. so, she chopped the onions a bit faster to keep her mind from drifting off.

“hey.. you’re calling late,” eileen said softly. her tone was warm, the way she always sounded when she tried to hold a family together by herself.

then, there was a long pause. “oh,” eileen’s voice thinned. “you’re.. not coming?.” billie’s movements slowed, almost stopping.

“but baby.. it’s christmas eve,” she whispered, barley loud enough for anyone to hear, except the house was silent, and billie always heard the things eileen didn’t mean to say, including arguments with her husband.

another pause.

“no I understand. work is…. important,” she forced a small laugh, the kind people make when they’re trying not to cry. “it’s fine. I’ll tell the kids night, when they come back from practice.”

billie bit the inside of her cheek, the tone of eileen’s voice was everything she needed to know.

“i just thought…,” eileen’s voice cracked, just once. “i just thought maybe this year would be different, mark..”

billie could hear eileen’s feet paddling against the wood, pacing around the living room. she soften her voice. “yeah. yeah. okay, I’ll…. I’ll talk to you later then.”

billie closed her eyes for a second when she heard the quiet sniff she tried to hide. “merry christmas,” she whispered. “I love you too.” then, the call ended.

she couldn’t help it, she hated seeing eileen frustrated. billie stepped out of the kitchen, without thinking, wiping her palms on her apron as she left out of the kitchen, her steps quiet.

the moment she stepped inside the living room, her breath caught. eileen was standing near the tree, snow falling behind her through the white window.

eileen was in her mid-forties, south asian, warm brown tone, dark long hair that stopped at her waist, curves soft and full in all the places billie’s eyes always tried not to linger on.

and god, tonight she looked so good.

her long, low waisted dark red skirt hugged her hips beautifully, the fabric resting right on the dip where she curved in. her fitted white shirt clung to her chest, the neckline dipping low enough to show the curve of her cleavage, something billie had been pretending not to notice for months.

billie swallowed. “hey,” she said quietly. “i heard your phone. are you okay?.” eileen didn’t turn around at first. she just breathed slowly, hands braced on your hips like she was grounding herself.

“yeah,” she said, voice tight. “I’m fine.” billie stepped closer, her steps silent on the rug. “you don’t sound fine.”

eileen turned towards her, both of their eyes meeting, making billie’s chest flip. she gave billie a small, humorless smile.

“of course you heard,” eileen murmured. “you’re always listening.” billie’s face heated, fearing she might’ve offended the woman. “oh—I didn’t mean to, I overheard you in the kitchen. I’m sorry if i seemed intruding. I’ll go back to what i was doing. sorry.”

“stop it,” eileen says, stepping closer, giving billie a sharp sexy look. billie felt every nerve in her body light up as eileen entered her space.

“billie,” eileen scoffed, looking straight into her eyes. “don’t pretend you haven’t heard things before.”

billie’s heartbeat almost stopped, straining every vein to keep her blood pumping. eileen’s voice dropped. “i know you heard me and mark that one night.”

billie’s lungs stopped working, her nostrils flared. she wanted to die then and there. she wished she could somehow disappear mid conversation.

but, what was odd.. her stomach still fluttered, the feeling running past her abdomen, even though she was fucking embarrassed of this while situation.

“i’m not stupid,” eileen whispered. “you think i didn’t see the way you avoided looking at me afterward?”

billie’s body was heating up excessively, she assumed she was gonna pass out. “i wasn’t avoiding you,” she managed, voice embarrassingly shaky. “i just… didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

eileen’s eyes dropped briefly to her mouth before rising back up. “you didn’t make me uncomfortable,” eileen said. “you made me curious.”

billie’s stomach was filled with fluttery nerves, and dizzy warmth she hadn’t felt in years. “i… i don’t know what you mean,” she whispered, even though she did.

eileen smiled like she knew every secret. the look on her face was hypnotizing. “yes you do,” you murmured. “you don’t have to act, I know the truth, billie.”

“why were you listening to me having sex? hm..?”

eileen reached out, running a hand over billie’s clothed arm, soothing her anxiety. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I listened.. or why I even paid attention. that— that was very disgusting of me. I’m sorry, eileen,” billie muttered, not knowing what to say. the only thing she could do was apologize.

eileen went quiet. until..

“remember that morning?” eileen whispered, her voice warm and unhurried. “i came down wearing that silk robe?”

oh god.

“the dark green one,” eileen added. “with nothing under it.” billie’s eyes shut for a moment, mortified and overwhelmed all at once. because of course she remembered. how eileen’s nipples peeked through silky robe, how billie could see the curve of her ass more, how she was getting aroused, and couldn’t do anything about it.

“what were you thinking about,” she added, “when you saw me in that robe?”

fuck.

billie’s eyes looked away, her face a mess of panic.“i wasn’t thinking anything,” she lied weakly.

“billie.”

eileen leaned in, tilting her head. “tell me the truth. be good for me.”

those words were causing billie’s world to crumble, her cock stiffening against the fabric of her underwear, lightly pulsing, dampening the cloth.

billie’s heart slammed against her ribs, as her mind filled with lust, her dick controlling every thought. “i was thinking how i shouldn’t be seeing you like that. and i… i wanted,” her voice dropped to a fragile whisper, “i wanted things i had no right to want.”

“why?,” eileen shook her head, with almost an evil chuckle. “why were you having those thoughts about a married woman with kids?…. that’s fucking weird.”

warm chills ran through billie’s body. why was she so weird? why did she like the thought of an older woman speaking to her like this?. how come she couldn’t control those fucking lustful eyes? the same eyes that would zoom into everything, using those memories as explicit thoughts to jerk off to, whenever she was the last person awake in the home.

“I just—,” billie’s words faltered, her eyes veering off to the fireplace, avoiding eileen’s gaze for a second. “I’m trying. I try not have these thoughts. I know it’s wrong, but it feels so good. I can’t stop,” her eyes returned back to eileen.

“close your eyes, billie,” eileen murmured. billie hesitated for a second, before close her lids. eileen’s hand stayed on her arm, thumb rubbing slow circles, grounding her, guiding her.

“now imagine,” eileen rasped.

billie didn’t mean to let the thoughts come so fast, those nasty lustful thoughts was now her puppet master. she couldn’t think, her mind hanging on by the string, and eileen stood there as the only audience, watching it all unfold.

eileen slide her hand up billie’s arm, over her shoulder, then slowly, her fingertip touched billie’s lower lip.

billie’s eyes flew opened, startled by the touch. both of their faces were so damn close.

“billie,” she murmured, your finger still resting on her lip, “what if kissed you?,” she paused, right before speaking again. “how would that make you feel?.”

her eyes flicked from eileen’s eyes, then to her mouth, she nodded before uttering the words. “so good,” her eyebrows furrowed at the thought. “please,” she rasped. eileen didn’t give billie a second to even change her mind. she leaned in, pressing her soft lips against billie’s, lightly humming into the kiss, tasting her additive lips.

billie felt like her body astro projected, breathing into the kiss. her hands aimed straight for eileen’s waist, pulling her closer without thinking.



eileen stepped backwards without breaking the kiss, stopping once she felt the soft rug in front of the fireplace. the fire crackled, as the golden hue reflected on their faces.

billie cupped eileen’s waist tighter, her hand sliding up the back of her neck as your lips moved.

billie reached behind herself gently, untying her apron, moving fast, as the strings falling loose. she kept her lips on eileen before breaking it, snatching the apron from above her head and throwing the black fabric on the floor. with both of her hands, billie pulled eileen’s face back into the kiss, her movements becoming obsessive.

billie pushed herself against the older woman more, grinding her clothed bulge right against her core, the thick ridge rubbing up and down her slit through the thin skirt material. with a hand coming behind billie, eileen grabbed her ass through the loose pair of jeans, causing her to let out a muffled moan.

the taste of billie’s tongue shot sparks down eileen’s core, making her legs almost falter into the kiss, her body craving her like a drug she couldn’t stay away from, sniffing in her scent like a white substance. billie’s scent made its way to the older woman’s nostrils, the feminine smell of vanilla radiating from her skin. 

billie’s hands reached onto eileen’s ass through her skirt, squeezing it hard. however, billie noticed that eileen didn’t have any underwear underneath.

that turned billie on even more, her sex drive skyrocketing, her dick becoming more sensitive. she couldn’t control herself, no matter how hard she tried. It had been a long time since she had sex, especially after working in this house. usually, she would masturbate in the shower late at night or sleep her urges away.

she was tired of the soft talks and smiles; she wanted to fuck.

eileen’s center closed around nothingness as billie repeatedly pushed her print against her core, hitting her clit. billie’s nipples were stiff underneath her thick turtle neck, and her body was heating up.



the older woman kept her mouth swerving against billie’s, their heads tilted to the side as billie held onto eileen’s face.

billie’s length yearned for relief from its confines, the head of her dick pulsating, causing her legs to buckle. she pulled away from the kiss. “fuck. I can’t,” billie husked breathlessly, her senses heightened. her hands went low— low to her belt, fumbling, rushing as if the urgency could kill her.

she unbuckled the buckle, with a soft cling.

she yanked the buckle to the side, pulling her belt a-loose from her, tossing it on the rug. she attacked her pants, unzipping them and yanking them down, before stepping out of them.

while billie was in the midst of undressing herself, eileen pulled her tight shirt over her head, revealing her chic white push-up bra. she then took the time to unhook it, letting her larger breast fall free as they both watched each other undress themselves, eyes was lingering on every part.

eileen pulled her long skirt down, revealing her bare center. her juices cascaded down her thighs, and her folds glistened in the warm lighting, her inner lips peeking out along with her clit.

keeping eye contact with billie, eileen began to step toward the ottoman, her knees pressing against the cushion. she leaned foward, her back curving like a cat—bending over on it fully— ass up and thighs spread wide, as if she was dinner.

hypnotized, billie fingers hooked over the waistband of her boxers, pulling them down. her dick hit against her lower abdomen, standing straight up, though her upper part curved a bit. the skin was a flushed pink that darkened toward the swollen head leaking white pre-cum, her dick swaying with the motion as she kicked the boxers aside.

she brought her hands down, lifted her turtle neck, her hair tousling, as she threw it on the floor before unhooking her bra, her hands moving faster than her brain could. her body revealed itself: her breasts were full, nipples harden, as she had a soft curve to her stomach, her hips framing her dick.

she stepped up behind eileen on the ottoman, standing since the cushions left no room for her to kneel. her hands gripped eileen’s hips steady as she bent at the waist, face diving toward her center.

lips brushed the outer edges first, soft kisses trailing along her lips, then her cheek rubbed firm against the slick folds, nuzzling into the heat like she couldn't get enough of eileen’s scent. she kissed more, tongue flicking out just to tease the entrance without entering, lapping lightly at the juices coating eileen’s thighs before pulling back with a low hum. only teasing.

straightening up, billie aligned herself, pressing the warm length of her dick against her clit.

the friction made them both moan, as she dragged it up and down, coating the pink shaft in eileen’s wetness. she nudged the tip right against her hole, the head kissing the entrance, then pulled back to spank the woman’s pussy with her length, the wet slaps echoing softly over the fire's crackle. each smack made her lips pulse, clit throbbing, and she moaned louder, hips bucking back for more.

finally, she gripped her waist tighter and slid in, inch by inch, watching eileen stretch wide around her girth—the plump lips parting to swallow her dick, inner walls holding onto her. they groaned deeply together, the stretch burning sweet as she pushed fully in.



giving eileen time to adjust, she started slow—not too slow, but just enough. billie watched as eileen’s thighs twitched, her body attempting to accommodate a size she wasn’t used to.

eileen couldn’t understand how something could hurt, yet but feel so good at the same time.

the older woman pressed a palm pressed flat against the ottoman, the cushion soothing her palm, needing something to ground herself—something to hold onto. billie kept her eyes down, studying the way eileen’s warmth coated her in the matter of seconds, her dick slick and shiny with her arousal.

billie deeply thrusted, trying to find the perfect rhythm, attempting to figure out the spots that would make eileen’s legs go weak. she circled her hips, feeling eileen’s walls guide her through. “god,” billie’s voice cracked.

the fireplace crackled, heating their bodies. the low additional sound of eileen’s ass meeting billie’s hips added to the ambiance. the christmas tree lights glowed, and the presents were neatly set under it, giving the living room a quiet, comforting look. somehow, them having sex in front of the fire added to the overall atmosphere.

eileen’s toes curled, her wetness drenching her thighs and the ottoman, as the younger woman’s dick brushed against the side of her walls, her thrusts well-paced and controlled.

billie placed a warm plan on eileen’s spine, causing her to lightly shiver, before billie trailed her hands up higher, gently pulling the woman’s hair, forming it into a ponytail, causing eileen’s arch to deepen. “yes baby—good girl,” eileen moaned, making billie to thrust faster, those words triggering something deep within in her.

on the side of the living room, eileen’s eyes caught the glint of the mid-sized mirror she sat there a while ago, forgot to put it away.

her core was fully closing around her length, as she saw the reflection of billie behind her, thrusting and looking down with her mouth parted open, as if concentrating on her movements. her glasses held onto her face, and her hair had fallen loose from the clip. eileen could see the large dragon tattoo on billie’s thigh and the slight muscles flexing in her thighs whenever she thrusted forward.

and the dark eyeliner made her eyes almost look obsessive, like this was the only way she could survive, was by fucking eileen.

billie kept her fist firm in eileen’s hair, hitting a deeper angle within her, letting her feel every inch of her. eileen’s juices were sticking to billie’s abdomen, making the slapping sound more prominent, as billie’s moans circled through the room. “so pretty,” eileen whispered, praising billie’s moans, loud enough for her to hear.

billie could feel her butterflies tingling up her spine, her thighs twitching for a second—her dick becoming easily sensitive. eileen kept her eyes on the mirror, every single thing turning her on even more, her fingers gripping the ottoman, her ass slapping against billie’s front. billie hit a certain spot within eileen, that made her legs buckle immediately, her eyes fluttering, and a hitch leaving her mouth, that’s all billie had to see, before aiming for that particular area, hitting her g spot.

eileen gasped, her eyebrows furrowing as her thighs instinctively spread wider, betraying her vulnerability to billie. the younger woman continued to thrust into the same spot, and eileen urged, “pull it more.” that simple sentence was all it took for billie’s fist to yank more of eileen’s hair back, causing her to let out a dragged moan.

I mean, come on? how wasn’t this cinematic? the living-room itself was beautiful, and the sounds of the women husky moans was a rare rhythm to each other’s ears and lower stomach, as if it was music, the sounds running through their veins, keeping them aroused. eileen looked so perfect in this state, another vision that’d make billie wanna jerk off alone.

all those filthy words that spilled from eileen’s mouth made billie feel so filthy. having sex with a married woman with kids, whose husband was away for work, while billie was their housekeeper, who was hired by the husband, made billie feel dirty. however, billie didn’t feel guilty at all; it was almost a ego boost to her. she loved it and loved feeling like a whore.

billie pulled herself out, emerging from eileen with a wet pop, coated in her creamy arousal that dripped down the veined shaft and pooled at the base.

eileen eyes were still on the mirror across the room, her eyes locking on the reflection of billie's glisten length. a deep moan escaped her lips, her mouth watering at the sight.



billie leaned down over her, pressing her chest to eileen's back as her spread her thighs wide. eileen's body went rigid in shock, a gasp tearing from her throat when billie's tongue dove in, gliding flat against her slick folds, lapping up the juices with hungry swipes. she ate her out, tongue circling the sensitive entrance before flicking over her clit, sucking gently as eileen's hips bucked involuntarily, whimpers turning to desperate pleas.

she licked along the outer edges next, flat strokes up the slick sides of her labia, tasting the salty-sweet rush of arousal before pressing soft kisses to the tender inner thighs, nipping gently at the skin.

eileen whimpered, pushing back, but billie held her steady, drawing out the torment. “yes—don’t stop,” eileen gasped, her voice breaking into a moan, gripping the ottoman hard, fingers burning.

billie's fingers dug into eileen's ass cheeks, gripping hard enough to leave marks as she yanked her closer, burying her face deeper between those plush thighs.

her nose brushed against the wet heat, inhaling eileen's scent while her tongue delved in, lapping greedily at the entrance. eileen arched, praising through her moans.

as she feasted, billie brought one hand down in a sharp slap against eileen's ass, the crack resounding as her tongue kept working, swirling and sucking at the folds. another slap followed, then another, alternating with deep licks that had eileen moaning louder, the red marks on her skin only made billie hungrier.

she pursed her lips and blew air directly onto eileen's clit, watching it throb and eileen squirm wildly, thighs quaking as she tried to close them but couldn't escape the sensation.

juices smeared across billie's glasses, fogging the lenses and streaking down her face, but she didn't care, she latched on, sucking eileen's clit between her lips.

eileen's body shook violently, thighs clamping around billie's head as waves of orgasm crashed through her. eyes rolled back in her head, mouth open in a silent scream—she couldn't speak, words lost. instinct took over; she reached back, fingers tangling in billie's dark hair, shoving her face harder against her center.

she came hard, gushing into billie's mouth, the hot flood coating her tongue and lips, dripping down her chin in sticky rivulets as eileen convulsed, walls fluttering emptily.

billie lapped it all up, swallowing greedily. then she rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, glasses askew and smeared.

billie straightened up, and she gripped her herself, lined up, and thrust back in deep, eileen was even tighter now, slicker and gripping like she needed every part of her. billie whined, hips pounding forward, chasing her own peak.

billie kept thrusting, her dick driving deep with each snap of her hips. the slick sounds filled the room as she leaned forward, pressing her soft breasts flat against eileen's back, the warmth of her body radiating off of her. billie's face nuzzled into the curve of eileen's neck, her hot breath panting there as she moaned low and desperate, the vibrations rumbling against skin.

eileen hooked one arm back over billie's shoulder, pulling her even closer, billie's control frayed at the edges; she felt the pressure building in her, coiling tight. “cum,” eileen whispered, her voice husky and commanding, lips brushing billie's ear.

bliss overwhelmed billie, her mind clouded with bliss. her thrusts became sloppy and erratic as she chased the edge. eileen glanced at their reflection in the mirror, watching billie’s glasses slip down her nose, her hair tousled and wild. eileen’s own warm skin flushed and glistened under the strain. the sight of them fused together, billie’s dick disappearing into her repeatedly, only made her legs weak.

billie sped up anyway, hips slamming fast and firm, thrusting into eileen's warmth walls until she shattered. a loud, feminine moan tore from her throat—high and unrestrained, as she came, her dick pulsing inside.

thick ropes of white cum erupted from her tip, flooding within the woman in hot spurts, coating her depths and seeping out around the base with each final twitch.

eileen felt it all: the warmth spreading deep, the sticky fullness, some leaking down her thighs in creamy trails. billie's body shook against her, muscles quivering from the aftershocks, more cum dribbling out as she emptied herself completely. she slumped forward, relaxed and spent, her weight a comforting press.

It was quiet, just the fire crackling and the two women catching their breaths.

eileen looked in the mirror, seeing billie’s eyes fighting to stay open, her hair messy, and breathing slowing, eileen chuckled softly, the sound light and amid their heavy breaths. billie lifted her head slightly, still buried inside, and murmured, “what?”

“you’re cute,” eileen said, turning her head to kiss billie's cheek, her arm still draped over her.

@falestales ✧.*. ( kinda wanna make a part 2 )

you like that? b.e

g!pbillie f!reader, sub billie, dom reader.

cw: car sex, g!pbillie, unprotected sex, jealousy, pet names, use of ‘ma’, slight begging, riding.

the air conditioner in the car was loud, other than that, the silence was thick between you and billie. “you should know better.” you keep your voice quiet, making sure she doesn’t feel like you’re attacking her or anything.

“i didn’t do anything wrong.”

you furrow your brows, scoffing at billie’s condescending words. “you were letting her grind on you, b.” you shouldn’t have to reason with her right now, but she was being a bit stubborn.

billie doesn’t take her eyes off the road. her hands tighten around the wheel. “i wasn’t touching her.” her voice stays low, she obviously wasn’t happy about the conversation.

you tilt your head — looking at her side profile, trying to hide how pissed off you were. “you weren’t stopping her.”

“can we just stop?”

“you wanna stop? then pull the fucking car over.” she glances over to you with a confused expression written on her face. “what?” you don’t repeat yourself. “you heard me.”

she blinkers to the right and pulls off onto the side of the road — you wait for her to say something.

“i shouldn’t have let her, i know.”

“do you?”

“yes.”

you unbuckle your seatbelt with a soft click and then lean over to unbuckle hers as well. “i don’t think you do.”

she leans over the center console, elbow resting on it. her eyes low and narrow but still somehow holding a soft look to them.

“i’m sorry, ma.”

you lick your lips while shaking your head. “i’m not that easy. what are you sorry for?”

“for disrespecting you.”

you nod your head softly, letting her know she was right, as your hand goes up to stroke her cheek.

“say it altogether.”

she listens, obeying the demand, “i’m sorry for disrespecting you.”

you lean in to place a soft kiss on her lips while mumbling against them, “will you do it again?”

her hand goes to your waist — you push it off. she was going to have to earn it.

“no. no i won’t.”

you shift in your seat before getting onto her lap, the car was small and pretty tight. billie’s hand reaches down to move the seat back so there’s more room for the both of you

“i promise i wont.”

you don’t give her any reaction, only leaning in to kiss her. her lips soft against yours as you start to make out in her car. tongues sliding together, small moans shared between the two of you.

you move your hands down to undo your pants, billie’s eyes watching every move that you make. you liked it when she watched you. her attention felt good. her hand goes to your thigh as you take your pants and lace underwear off, her hand rubbing up and down. it was obvious how tempted she was just by the sight of your body — she didn’t try to hide it.

“you’re so pretty.” her voice was quiet, almost shy. smiling softly while you unzip her pants just enough to get her dick out — stroking a slow, painful pace along the length. “please, ma.” her voice was small and shaky. “please, i need you.”

your head moves to the side while leaning in, lips close to her ear. “you don’t deserve this.”

she whimpers quietly and leans her head back, your hand still stroking at a slow pace. “you like that?” she nods her head and looks in your eyes. “mhm.”

“so whiny.”

moving up a bit, enough to hover over her for a second before slowly sinking down, she moans at the feeling. “you’re lucky i’m impatient right now.” your voice wavers as you take all of her inside.

she was already a mess, so easy for you.

starting to fasten the pace, quickly moving up and down on her. both of you were moaning, the sound of sex filling the car. the grip you have on her shoulders tightens as she holds your waist to keep you steady.

“you’re so deep, b.” you praise out in a breathy voice, she whimpers and her head tilts back. “you feel so good.” a smile creeps on your face at her words. her hips thrust up — in sync with the rhythm you’ve set, shoving herself into you as quickly as she can.

“can you cum for me, baby?”

she closes her eyes as you move faster, “i’m close.” she chokes out the words in a whisper — feeling your own orgasm nearing, you attempt to hold it off. “come on..”

“right there.” her grip tightens on your hips and you shudder at the feeling, head falling a bit forward. “i’m gonna cum.” your voice shakes and she grins while her mouth slightly opens to let out a needy sound.

your walls flutter around her and she moans, both of your orgasms crashing down as you finish with each other. your nails digging into her shoulders through her shirt. you keep riding her to make sure she’s fully satisfied.

“yes, yes!”

she moans, jaw slack — her body slowly starting to feel relaxed and limp against yours.

“you’re so good for me.” you kiss her softly, making sure to not overwhelm her before getting off of her, letting her settle down.

-subspace reader cause of dom billie and reader has to sue safe word and billie comforts and brings the reader back to reality

-best friend reader and billie who are both celebs and they star in swarm together (pretend the reader plays Dre) and the kiss leads to feelings neither one realized they had

-billie and the reader used to be BEST friends but now years later reader is married to a man to please their family but billie and the reader both know the reader isn’t happy (lowkey imagine a secret affair/hookups between billie and the reader but all up to you)

okay that’s all for now. sorry if these aren’t cool lol

chat- chat im cooking up something VISIONARY TELL ME IF YALL WANT IT OR NOT BC I KINDA FELL OFF FR😭😭

imma probably make this a long one because i got some goooooooddd ideas for dis

okay i knooww you probably HATE me for not posting anything juicy for over 7 MONTHS 😱

but i promise i’ve come back with good news…

Billie Eilish concert

THAT IM GOING TO TONIGHT AND BTW IVE HAD WRITERS BLOCK BUT IM FOR SURE BOUT TA BE CURED OF THAT ONCE I SEE BILLIE OOOOOOWEEEE IM READDYYYY

are you ready because IM READY THE SMUT IMAGINES THE STORIES EVERYTHING IS GOING TA BE PERFECT I PROMISE OMS