practice
warnings: smut, praise, dom!bottom billie, sub!top reader, fingering (b receiving), oral (b receiving)
synopsis: billie helps you perfect your guitar playing for a new song you’re writing, then she helps you practice something else.
w/c: 1.6k
You’re alone in Finneas’s home studio, warm lamplight spilling over mixing consoles and scattered notes of lyrics for a song he’s kindly helping you produce. Your guitar is in your hand, laptop open to your half finished track, displayed large on the three huge monitors ahead of you sprawled across the desk.
Finneas gives you a little thumbs up, as he grabs his car keys,
“Back in an hour” he shouts over his shoulder, and you hear the front door click upstairs, leaving you with just the low hum of the monitor and the repeating loop of the metronome.
Your fingers find its way to your guitar, sighing as you try again, plucking a chord that rings out sour, fingers fumbling with the tuning pegs. Your brows furrow, and you huff, as seemingly nothing is working, strings buzzing and whining with every futile attempt.
The stairwell light flicks on, and you see Billie standing there, watching you with a gentle half smile thats equal parts amused and curious, slouchy sweats and a large statement tee, hair tossed back in a careless pony.
She steps over slowly, giggling a little at each attempt, the strings only whining and screeching more. You laugh, trying to brush off the embarrassment, after all you barley know Billie beyond passing hello’s when you’ve been working with Finneas and you don’t want this to be her first real impression of you.
“Sorry” you mumble, between forced laughs, “Everything seems to be going wrong today”
She shakes her head, not bothered
“Need a hand?” She says, low, teasing.
You nod, your cheeks warming as she reaches over you to adjust the low E string. As she approaches, you catch the warm scent of her musky vanilla perfume, and instinctively inhale. Her body curves around the back of your chair, warmth radiating through the fabric of your shirt as her stomach presses against your spine through the back of the wooden chair.
She guides your hand to the tuning peg, twisting it together, the soft brush of your fingers, the pressure of her nail bed against your finger pad making you shiver.
“There” She murmurs, almost to herself, lips close to your ear. Her fingers ghost over the frets as she plays a chord, and the string finally hums true “Perfect” she hums, and you feel every muscle in your neck tense.
Laughter bubbles between you, as you play another chord, nodding, shaking your head with embarrassment.
“Im not sure why I couldn’t get that right, clearly just having a day where I forget how to do the one thing I am usually alright at” You run your hand through your hair, giggling.
“It’s alright, we all get like that” her hand hovers over the strings, pulling yours to do the same, and she plays again, “Yeah thats better”
She leans forward, musk invading your nose and your eyes almost flutter shut. Your vision is slightly obscured by her tits, covered by the shirt, as she taps away at the keyboard, tutting through her lips as she plays about on the laptop, suddenly, your voice, and the beat you and Finneas had worked on, plays through the surround speakers and you cringe at the sound of your voice.
“You sound good” She murmurs, as the first part of the beat loops over and over, the first few lyrics playing continuously. Your cheeks flush red, and all you can manage is a whispered,
“Thanks”
She settles back behind you, her breath tickling your ears.
She teases slightly, “Bet you cant hold it for four bars without fucking it up again”
You chuckle, starting to play as the beat loops to the beginning again, and you turn slightly as you do, her dark braid swinging a little as she nods, lips morphing into a slight curve.
She taps the drum pattern along with the beat flowing from the speakers with her foot, guiding you a little, then you miss a transition and she laughs,
“its alright its alright, c’mere” She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and guides your fingers back into place.
You start playing again, her hand wraps around your waist, holding your hand a little up, helping you move it with the chords.
Your breath catches as her fingers skim across your skin, leaning into her as you play the chord progression.
“That’s so much better”, she murmurs, hand trailing up along your skin a little more.
You miss a beat, again, and Billie teases, “Give it another go.” You laugh, the sound echoing across the walls, and the tension melting slightly. Mid strum, your head turns, gaze meeting her blue irises, and the music appears to fade, despite still blaring clear. Billie leans in slightly, and you close the gap, pressing your lips to hers, soft, testing.
The body of the guitar catches the edge of the chair, and Billie quickly deepens the kiss, leaning deeper, moving her legs around you so she’s straddling you. One hand cups your breast over your shirt, the other tracing her nails up and down your neck. Her confidence is obvious as she takes control of each movement, you fumble in awe at her ease, her experience.
You pull back, voice shaking, hands going up in the air and shaking your head,
“Billie, Im.. Im not used to this. I don’t.. I’ve, I’ve never really..”
Billie’s breath hitches, and she cuts you off, slipping her hands under your t shirt and massaging the small of your back, pressing closer, murmuring
“I can help you practice” She whispers, soft reassuring smile on her face
Billie eases back from the chair, and the guitar slips from your hands with a soft thud, strings vibrating. She cups your waist and shepherds you over to the couch, knees straddling your thighs as you sink into the cushions, her fingers slip beneath your shirt, brushing your skin.
She nuzzles her face against your neck, planting soft, slow kisses,
“Just follow me.” She mumbles, breath hot against your neck, guiding your hands to her own hips, splaying your fingers slightly, she looks down at you, tilting her head a little, nodding you along in encouragement as you run your hands up and down her sides.
Billie interlaces both your hands, and pushes them upward, so you are helping her take her top off, her lace bralette that isn’t hiding much coming into view. Your breath hitches, and she giggles a little.
“Shh, you’ve got it, just..” She takes your top off, revealing your bra, tits spilling out a little, then cups your tits with her hands, thumbs stroking slightly “Now you try”
She takes her hands away, and you tentatively place your hands on her tits, she nods, smiling softly. Slowly, you gain more confidence, taking her bra off, and she lets out a sigh of approval.
You linger on the feel of her skin as the fabric snaps free, enjoying the warmth under your palms.
Her breathing quickens as you get a little bolder, tipping her head back, as you take her tit into your hand and caress it softly.
She guides your hand to her waistband, and you fumble with it, until her sweats slide off, and she grabs your hands, moving them up and down her thighs.
Billies heat pools at her centre, she grips your wrists softly, guiding your hands to her stomach, before helping them roam to the elastic of her underwear.
“This okay?” You say in a shaky exhale, and Billie holds back a laugh, of course it’s okay, she’s practically making you do everything so of course she’s okay with it, but she doesn’t laugh. She strokes your cheek softly with her fingertips, murmuring
“Mhm, perfect”
She lifts her hips in a subtle thrust, helping you take off her cotton panties, then nestles back into the sofa, thighs opening slightly, as you take in her bare skin.
Billie positions your hands at her core, smiling reassuringly, breathing out
“Gentle”
Her hands come to stroke your hips reassuringly, as you trace a fingertip through her slit, and her hands squeeze your hips harder, an instruction to go deeper.
Her hips twitch as your fingers slide deeper, titling her pelvis up, guiding your rhythm, moaning approvingly.
“That’s good, thats so good baby, just like that” She murmurs, still softly stroking your skin in praise.
Billie parts her lips, breathing your name, then leans back, guiding your head between her thighs with a slight push, “Taste me”
As your tongue swirls in slow circles around her clit, she threads her fingers through your head, tugging gently to encourage firmer pressure.
Between moans, she gasps out, “little faster”
You hum against her clit, speeding your tongue a little, and she breathes out moaning, “There, yeah, fuck thats better”
She props herself on an elbow, taking your hands back to her tits, helping you cup and roll her nipples while your tongue works her clit.
You lock her gaze as her back arches, pressing her pussy closer to your face, and she nods, smiling, moaning, “Doing so good pretty, so good, don’t stop”
You melt at the praise, continuing, and her hips begin to buck against your face, between ragged breaths Billie coaching,
“Harder, keep same pace just a little harder baby- oh fuck, yeah, yeah”
Her legs squeeze around your face, mumbled praises coming out at an increasing speed, until the soft glow from the monitors illuminates her face as she cums, nails grazing your skin.
You glance up from between her thighs, chin coated in her cum, mumbling, “Was that okay?”
Billie nods, draping a hand around your shoulder, pulling you up to lay on her chest, “Mhm, so good baby, perfect practice.”
