#eilish

you've never regretted anything in your life more than deciding to type out that comment. within the hour, those 8 words had almost as many likes as the post itself and it'd already began to make its way around every social media site possible.

editors on tiktok were already using it for their intros, it trended faster than you could say 'x' on twitter, and billie's reply only blew up the whole situation a hundred times as big as it should've been.

but of course, the way she'd texted you right after maybe, just maybe, made the whole thing worth it.

so naturally, with that ominous text and you being you, there's no way you were going to pass up the opportunity. you're sprawled out across your bed, grinning as you repost a couple tiktoks and like some interesting instagram reels just to test the waters a little.

ones that talk about not being able to finish or the importance of personality in a relationship, to be exact.

you can already imagine her reaction--the way her jaw would clench, her narrowed eyes, how she'd be bitter about it for the next month--as you smile yourself to sleep.

and it's never ceased to amaze you just how quickly the fans work, especially when it comes to you and billie. the next morning, you're bombarded with enough notifications to make all your apps lag and your phone start to grow hot the minute you open it.

damn. there's hundreds of users stitching your repost, their view counts and likes climbing by the second and it's so funny you're tempted to like all of them:

user05 she still got that big dick energy tho! #billie eilish #y/n

user06 helppp this is reminding me of that one time billie reposted the same shit when she was with jesse 💔

user07 it's not the size of the boat it's the motion of the ocean 😔☝️

in the first 24 hours, it's already become the new running joke in the fandom where people are dissing billie's "strap game" and she still hasn't said anything yet...which is weird.

you thought there'd be a text or call waiting and you were expecting her to half laugh and be half offended. but there's absolutely nothing and you're starting to wonder if she's just going to give you the silent treatment.

probably not, though. every time in the past she's tried to, she lasts a good thirty minute before she breaks and comes running right back.

you're still contemplating all the possible scenarios as you unlock the door, walking back home from the gym. and the sight before you is a possibility you never saw coming.

billie's lying on the bed, a massive bouquet of flowers lying on the nightstand table...alongside her strap. "surprise," she smirks, standing up to walk over.

you can only stand there dumbfounded. is she not supposed to be in new york doing sound check or something right now? there's already fans starting to camp near the venue and she's here?

"billie? aren't you performing tomorrow?"

"mhm," she hums, taking your bag off your shoulder and dropping it to the side with a definitive thud. "but i got somethin' more important to do right now."

she places her hands on your hips, walking you backwards to the edge of the bed as you grin. "more important than work?" you tease.

her hands come up your sides, working the zipper of your hoodie down. "well," she murmurs, pushing the fabric off your shoulders, "my girl's reposting shit about me being bad in bed. you think i'm just gonna let that slide?"

you opt out for a shrug just to rile her on even more, "i dunno. i thought it was pretty funny."

the effect is instantaneous. billie's left eye twitches as she throws your hoodie behind her and it falls all the way to the opposite side of the room. "funny, huh?" she repeats, her voice dropping to a whisper.

her hands fist in your top and with one sharp, effortless motion, she has it over your head. "let's see how funny you think i am in a minute."

before you can think of a comeback, let alone say it, her mouth is on yours, tongue already past your lips and leaving you breathless. one of billie's hands tangle in your hair, tilting your head back for better access, while the other palms your breast through your bra.

she breaks the kiss, leaving you gasping and still processing what the hell is happening. "bed. on your knees and face the headboard."

whatever ego you had earlier completely disintegrates with that command. you scramble onto the bed, back facing towards her as you hear her click the harness on.

"you talked so much shit," she says, nonchalant, her voice right beside you.

you can feel the bed dip down as billie kneels, fingers sliding down your spine and hooking into the waistband of your panties before she yanks them down immediately, all the way down to your thighs.

"strap game this, small dick that," she says, followed by a stinging slap to your ass.

"you were so brave behind the screen baby," she grins, her fingers tracing the reddened mark.

"i--"

before you can let another word out, two of her fingers slide through your folds and you groan into the sheets. "look at you now," she says and you can hear the smile in her voice, "soaked for me, for the strap you made fun of."

she brings her fingers to your mouth. "taste."

you part your lips as she pushes them in, your eyes fluttering shut. "atta girl," she purrs, taking her hand back and pressing the tip against you.

"is this okay?" she asks, her voice soft.

when you nod she laughs out a "you gonna take back what you said?"

of course you still shake your head, "no--it's still funny."

billie only laughs. "alright, have it your have way."

she thrusts in, filling you completely in an instant and the pleasure's so intense and so good you already take back everything you said.

"still funny?" she grunts, her hands gripping your hips hard.

she doesn't wait for you to answer, grinding her hips hard and deep, each one punctuating her words. "you think--" followed by a sharp push until she's all the way inside, "--i'm--" another jolt of her body, "--bad--" again "--at this?"

you shake your head no, moaning as she fucks you with a brutal, focused intensity. your arms are close to giving out as you fall to your elbows, ass in the air and fully at her mercy.

billie leans over you, chest pressed against you back and mouth at your ear. "look at how you're taking me, ma," she groans, "look at you. a mess on my cock."

you can only whimper in agreement, the defiance fully fucked out of you. she pulls you through your first orgasm with no mercy, speeding up her rhythm even as you clench around the silicone, chanting her name into the mattress.

she doesn't stop, not for a second, not even when your legs start to tremble beneath you and your body starts to jerk. "fuck," you breathe, "please bils, it's too much."

"hm? thought you said you couldn't finish," she laughs.

here we go with the pettiness.

"i obviously can," you whine, moving too much for her liking.

"watch that attitude," billie warns, holding you down by your hips.

"i'm just gettin' started. you don't get to come once and call it even. we're going until the only thing you remember is what this--" she says, thrusting as far inside you as she can, "--feels like."

you can barely hold yourself up now and billie pulls out suddenly, the emptiness between your legs a mix of relief and torture. before you can protest, she's flipping you onto your back, looming over you as her hair falls around her face.

"what's wrong?" she grins, "you tired already?"

she places your legs just above her shoulders, folding you nearly in half, and the angle hits even deeper, a spot inside you that makes you arch off the bed with your eyes screwed shut.

"i--ngh--i can't," you pant, hands fisting in the sheets.

"yeah you can," she slows her pace a little, "c'mon, look at me angel. one more, okay?"

billie's fast, rough thrusts turn into much gentler grinds that push you even closer and closer. her hands come up to your face, tilting your head for a messy, breathless kiss as you moan.

you clench around her strap with a wince, the orgasm pure pleasure, and her movements slow to a stop before she pulls out. you can hear the harness fall to the ground with a soft thud and she collapses beside you, pulling your body against hers.

it's silent for a moment, but of course that never lasts long with billie.

"so...did you come?" she jokes with a grin.

"obviously not," you laugh, "i was just acting--don't wanna hurt that big ass ego y'know?" you point at her chest.

"uh huh," billie hums, not buying it for a second. her hand drifts down your side as her knee gently nudges right between your thighs.

you can't help but flinch away from her touch with a gasp and she raises her eyebrows, the fattest, shit-eating grin spreading across her face. "'obviously not,'" she mimics your voice perfectly, "you're a horrible liar, you know that?"

you bury your face in her neck with a laugh and her arms tighten around you. "truce?" she says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "or do i need to remind you again tomorrow?"

you look up at her, at the playful glint in her eyes and the genuine softness right behind it. "truce. only cause i can't feel my legs anymore and you're supposed to be working."

"good." billie smiles, "speaking of work, y'know i cancelled soundcheck for this, right? you owe me."

you run your fingers through her hair, "yeah? what do i owe you?"

"well, for starters, those reposts and likes better be gone or next time i'm not going easy on you. and second--" she pauses as you laugh out a, "two wishes? damn, that's greedy."

billie rolls her eyes, still grinning though. "second, you can cuddle me until my flight," she says, throwing her leg over yours.

and as you drift off, tangled under the sheets with her in the dark, a slow, satisfied smile spreads across your face. maybe that comment wasn't so stupid after all.

Your phone buzzes on the table, pulling you from whatever mindless scroll you were on. It's a text from Billie, that familiar name lighting up the screen. You tap it open, and there it is—a photo that hits you like a jolt.

She's lounging on her couch in what looks like her living room, pants tugged down just enough to expose the waistband of her black boxers.

The fabric strains against her obvious erection, the thick outline of her cock pushing up and spilling slightly over the elastic edge, a hint of the swollen head peeking out. Her brunette hair falls messily around her face, green eyes staring at the camera with that signature smirk.

The caption reads: Im bored. Suck me off?

Heat rushes through you instantly, your pussy clenching at the sight. Billie's always been bold, but this? It's direct, demanding, and it makes your mouth water.

You don't hesitate—your fingers fly across the keyboard: On my way. Be there in 10.

The drive to her house feels endless, your mind racing with images of that photo, your thighs pressing together as anticipation builds. When you pull up to her gated driveway, the door's already cracked open like she knew you'd come running.

You slip inside, the familiar scent of her place—faint weed and expensive candles—wrapping around you.

"Billie?" you call out softly, kicking off your shoes in the entryway.

"Living room," her voice drifts back, low and teasing.

You find her exactly as in the photo, sprawled on the oversized sectional, pants still low on her hips. She hasn't bothered to cover up; the tent in her boxers is even more pronounced now, her cock twitching visibly as she spots you.

"Fuck, you actually came," she says, her lips curling into a grin. She pats the spot next to her. "Get over here. I've been hard since I snapped that."

You drop your bag and cross the room, sinking to your knees in front of her without a word. Your hands slide up her thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. She watches you, eyes darkening with lust.

"That's it," she murmurs, her voice husky. "Pull 'em down. See what you do to me."

Your fingers hook into the waistband of her boxers and pants, tugging them down together. Her cock springs free, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It's fully hard, curving slightly upward, nestled against the soft patch of dark hair at the base. You wrap your hand around the shaft, giving it a slow stroke, and Billie groans, her head falling back against the cushions.

"Shit, yeah... just like that," she breathes. "Open up for me."

You lean in, parting your lips and taking the tip into your mouth. The salty taste of her pre-cum coats your tongue as you swirl around the head, sucking gently. Billie’s hand finds your hair, fingers threading through it—not pushing, just guiding.

"Mmm, good girl," she says, her hips shifting slightly. "Take more. I want to feel that throat."

Emboldened, you slide down further, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head. Her cock fills your mouth, stretching your lips around its girth. You work your tongue along the underside, tracing the prominent vein, while your hand pumps the base in rhythm. Billie's breaths come faster, her free hand gripping the couch.

"Fuck, your mouth is perfect," she pants. "Suck harder—yeah, like that. God, you're gonna make me cum so fast."

You hum around her length, the vibration drawing a sharp moan from her. Saliva drips down your chin as you pick up the pace, slurping noisily, determined to push her over the edge as you reach up and fondle her heavy balls. Her cock throbs against your tongue, swelling even more.

"I'm close," she warns, her voice strained. "Don't stop—swallow it all for me."

With a final, deep thrust into your mouth, Billie comes undone. Hot spurts of cum flood your mouth, thick and bitter, coating your throat as you swallow greedily. She holds your head steady, riding out the waves with low grunts, her body tensing and then relaxing.

When she's spent, you pull back slowly, licking your lips clean. Billie looks down at you, chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Best boredom cure ever," she says, pulling you up for a lazy kiss. "Stay a while?"

You break the kiss, your lips still tingling from the taste of her, and meet Billie's gaze with a hungry look.

Her cock, still semi-hard and slick from your mouth, rests against her thigh, twitching faintly as if already stirring back to life.

The ache between your legs has only grown, your pussy soaked and throbbing from the thrill of sucking her off.

"Let me ride you," you say, your voice low and needy, already shifting to straddle her lap.

Billie's eyes light up, that smirk widening as she leans back, spreading her legs a bit wider on the couch. "Yeah? You want this dick inside you already?"

She reaches down, giving her shaft a lazy stroke to coax it back to full hardness. It swells quickly under her touch, thickening and lengthening until it's rigid again, the head flushed and ready.

You nod, hiking up your skirt and shoving your panties aside—no time for undressing fully. Your fingers brush your slick folds, parting them as you position yourself over her.

The tip of her cock nudges your entrance, hot and insistent, and you sink down slowly, gasping at the stretch. Her girth fills you inch by inch, your walls clenching around the veined length as you take her deeper.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Billie groans, her hands gripping your hips to steady you. "Slide down all the way—let me feel that pussy grip me."

You do, bottoming out with a moan, her cock buried to the hilt inside you. The fullness makes your clit throb against her pubic bone, and you rock your hips experimentally, grinding to adjust.

Then you start moving, lifting up until just the head remains inside, then dropping back down, fucking yourself on her with deliberate thrusts.

Billie watches, transfixed, her breath coming in sharp bursts. "That's it, ride me hard. Bounce on this cock like you need it."

Her fingers dig into your ass, urging you faster, but she lets you set the pace, her hips bucking up occasionally to meet your descent.

You pick up speed, your thighs flexing as you slam down repeatedly, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Her cock drags against your inner walls with every rise and fall, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Sweat beads on your skin, your breasts bouncing under your top as you chase the building pressure.

"God, you look so fucking hot doing that," Billie pants, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple through your shirt. "Keep going—milk me with that tight pussy. I'm gonna fill you up again."

The words spur you on, your movements turning frantic. You lean forward, bracing your hands on her shoulders, and ride her harder, your clit grinding against her with each plunge.

Pleasure coils tight in your core, her cock pulsing inside you, and you clench around her deliberately, drawing a ragged curse from her lips.

"Yes—fuck, just like that," she hisses, her head tipping back. "Cum on my dick first. I want to feel you squeeze me."

It hits you suddenly, your orgasm crashing over you as you grind down one last time. Your pussy spasms around her length, waves of ecstasy rippling through you, and you cry out, nails digging into her skin. Billie thrusts up sharply, prolonging it, her own release following right after—hot jets of cum erupting deep inside you, coating your walls as she grinds against you.

You collapse against her chest, both of you breathing heavily, her cock still twitching within your pulsing heat. She wraps her arms around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Damn," she murmurs, voice rough with satisfaction. "Round two was even better."

-----------

You could feel yourself gushing when Billie turns to face you, slowly making her way to her with a borderline maniacal smile on her lips, her long fingers slowly unzipping her jeans.

“You’re not going anywhere but to poundtown, baby,” Billie husks, hovering over you, sending shivers all over your body. “Seems like you’re basically a permanent resident there, too.”

You groan at the terrible joke, feeling yourself being even more turned off yet somehow even more turned on at Billie’s horrible taste in humour and what she could only think to be her version of dirty talk.

But that somehow has her even more addicted.

“Take your pants off, princess,” Billie grins, and you nearly moan at the nickname—the one that she usually used teasingly had a whole different effect on you under these circumstances. “I wanna see you.”

You comply uncharacteristically obediently, a huge contrast from your not sex activities. You shimmy your way out of your rather tight shorts with help from Billie, who chucks it across your room.

Billie’s smirk grows wider when she sees your cute pink panties, so soaked with your arousal that it was nearly see-through. She caresses it with her fingers, making sure she was grazing over your clit, leaving you mewling.

Billie slips off your panties rather easily, licking her lips as if she hasn’t eaten in days at the sight of your bare pussy, glistening with your slick and looking oh-so-welcoming.

“Someone’s been missing me,” Billie chuckles as she whips her cock out from inside her briefs, stroking it languidly and spreading her precum all over her length as her other hand inserts a finger into you, who claws at the sheets, already feeling overwhelmed. “You’re a waterpark, and I’m an excited kid on holiday.”

Maybe Billie being normal and talking dirty normally is too much to ask.

“God, fucking—Billie, please just fuck me already,” you groan in exasperation as your hole clenches desperately around her finger, which was far from the usual girth that you’d grown accustomed to. “You’re so annoying.”

“Geez, okay, I was just trying to prep you,” Billie frowns as she pulls her finger out of your hole, drenched in fluid, putting it into her mouth and sucking. “You taste decent.”

You roll your eyes, but you find your eyes rolling far back than you’d intended when Billie’s length rammed into you at full strength, hitting the deepest part within you that none of your toys had managed to reach.

“So tight,” Billie growls, grabbing your waist and readjusting herself before moving her hips, and you whine when Billie’s length plunges in and out of you, grazing against your walls, white hot pleasure flowing through your veins.

“Fuck—Billie—ah!” You whine when Billie tugs at your ankles, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed and throwing your legs over her shoulders. “Oh my god—”

You’ve done this enough times for Billie to know you enjoyed taking it rough—you loved to have the living daylights fucked out of you, to be manhandled and dominated like the slut you were, to be marked everywhere with dark hickeys as a fond reminder of the person who has you begging and screaming every night—but Billie couldn’t know that.

Of course, Billie had her secrets too—she couldn’t deny that the only person who came to mind whenever she needed to blow off steam was you, the girl whom she resented with her whole being, her biggest weakness. Soft grunts leaving her lips as she tugged herself to the thought of that bobbed hair, those soft lips, the bratty attitude, the infuriatingly pretty face with brown doe eyes to match, the small hands that clawed at her back or grabbed desperately at her arms every time—

She’d get hard just at the memory of you under her, whimpering, writhing, begging, sobbing as you gave in and left your pride at the door, leaving the most vulnerable part of you out for Billie to bathe in—the one that screamed her name for everyone to hear; the one that grabbed tightly onto Billie, pulling her close, as if you’d die if your skin didn’t touch; the one that allowed Billie to do whatever she wanted with you.

Billie—please, I need you—

Fuck me harder, I’m yours…

“How long have you waited for this?” Billie asks, her voice huskier than usual, making you gush just a little more. “I know you must’ve been humping everything you could see while waiting for me to come back… horny little whore.”

You were shameless, anyone who knew you knew this, but Billie was privileged—or not—enough to see the most shameless side of you, the side that casually asked for her to send dickprint pics, full dick pics, and even videos of herself jerking off with the sound on so you could touch yourself when Billie was away at some interstate tournament.

Billie was more than happy to comply—it was the second-best option, unless Billie was okay with chopping her dick off and shipping it back to your house.

You reciprocated too, sending Billie the most lecherous, debauched pictures of yourself when you knew Billie had practice or was in class with a teacher that targeted specifically her for whatever reason—a picture of your bare body, porcelain skin boasting all the marks Billie had left on you previously; a mirror picture of yourself wearing Billie’s oversized shirts or hoodies that you love to steal, the both of them knowing full well that you had nothing on underneath; a selfie of yourself in the shower, soapy tits in full view with the caption ‘if only you were here’ paired with a vomiting emoji.

People don’t usually send nudes to the people they hate, but people don’t usually have sex with their enemies on a daily basis, either.

Leave it to these two to be in denial.

“N—No,” you huff, face flushed from how hard Billie was pounding into you, fingers clawing at the sheets to keep yourself grounded. “I’m—not that—ah fuck, right there, please—”

“Yeah?” Billie smirks, taking one of her hands off your hips to tug your blouse and bra up, revealing your perfect perky tits, and you couldn’t help but giggle at Billie’s expression, eyes wide open as if it was her first time seeing boobs, but for Billie, seeing your tits never got old.

Billie dips down, sucking on a nipple and drawing a loud moan from you. It’s no secret that you enjoy having your tits sucked on—especially if it was Billie Eilish (only if it was her, actually)—and you scream when Billie lightly bites, so overstimulated you could cry.

One thing you like about Billie that wasn’t her cock, was that she paid equal attention to both your tits, one of her hands massaging a boob while she sucked the other, all the while her thrusts never faltered, maintaining the same steady pace that had you writhing.

One of your hands move to tug at Billie’s hair while the other clawed at the fabric of her hoodie, which you were disappointed she hadn’t taken off. Billie looks up from sucking on your tits, and your heart flutters when you see the puppylike expression on her face, her chin wet with saliva and pupils blown wide.

You had established several unspoken rules ever since the start of this arrangement, with one of them being no kissing, for obvious reasons, but now, with Billie’s face so close and so kissable, you had to physically restrain yourself from pulling her stupid face into a stupid little kiss.

You can kiss someone without meaning!

Right.

Billie, meanwhile, was impossibly hard, and the sight of you still donning her letterman while getting pounded made her somehow harder than she already was.

There was something so arousing about seeing the bane of your existence wear something that belongs to you whilst simultaneously submitting her body for your use. With Billie’s name on her letterman, it felt as if you were branded, reduced to simply a belonging, a toy that Billie owned.

Finally opening your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, you feel yourself become impossibly more aroused at the sight before you—Billie’s eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back, sweat pouring down her face and nails digging into the skin of your thighs as she rammed her cock into you over and over again with commendable stamina—she wasn’t the star football player for no reason, anyway.

If only you had the strength and flexibility to rip that stupid hoodie off her—which fucking loser wears a hoodie while fucking one of the hottest girls in school?

Billie Eilish, apparently.

Your back arches off the bed when Billie hits that one spot inside you that has you whimpering, and that spurs Billie on, her climax just at her fingertips. The jock grunts as she pushes your legs up to your chest for a better angle, making sure not to hurt you as she continues pounding away like nobody’s business.

“Shit,” Billie grits her teeth, breathing harshly beside your ear. “Ah fuck—”

“Gonna cum for me, baby girl?” you still manage to tease despite being in the midst of getting railed to filth, and in response, Billie just fucks you harder, making you jerk with every movement.

“Shut up,” Billie hisses, sinking her teeth into the side of your neck, earning a choked cry from you.

“Don’t—no marks, Bi—llie—shit!”

“I don’t care,” Billie borderline growls, making you feel scared and aroused at once. She continues to nip at your sensitive skin, licking over each bite to soothe. “Let people see what a slut you are—I want them to know who you belong to.”

That was the tipping point for you—you come, loud and hard, your thighs shaking from the sheer intensity of your orgasm as you scream into Billie’s neck, fingers clawing at her back when Billie continues moving her hips, sending you into overdrive.

“Fuck shit oh my god—” Billie groans as she finally reaches her climax, plunging her cock deep into your womb before unloading, hot semen splattering all over your walls.

Billie finally goes limp, flopping onto you with a whine, her heartbeat racing in her chest.

“Oh my god,” you rasp, your voice almost completely gone from all the wild fucking. You grunt, pushing Billie off of you and making her roll onto her back. “You came so much.”

Billie lifts her head just enough to see your ruined pussy, white liquid dripping out of your hole, and she smirks to herself in satisfaction.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” Billie groans, her limp cock sticky and uncomfortable against her stomach.

“What if I wasn’t?”

“I’d pay for plan B, I’m not about to become your baby daddy,” Billie teases, earning a weak slap on the shoulder from you.

“Also, I’ve been meaning to ask,” you turn to face Billie, who seemed to be experiencing post-nut clarity, a blank look in her eyes as she stared up at the ceiling. “What does the number on the back of your letterman mean?”

Billie flushes, and a look of panic enters her face at the unexpected question.

“It’s random,” Billie simply responds, shrugging. “It’s—a nice number. But it’s nothing. Really. I think you should go to sleep.”

You merely scoff at that—usually you’d taunt Billie ’till she gave in, but the post-fuck tiredness was creeping into your system, and it wasn’t long before you eventually give in to the shackles of slumber. You roll onto your side, inching yourself closer towards Billie before snuggling up against her chest, much to the jock's surprise.

“Um,” Billie coughs, blushing at the sudden affection—as if she wasn’t just inside you not one minute ago—but she doesn’t make a move to push you off her, oddly comforted by the gesture, albeit foreign.

“Good night, I guess.”

Billie just lies there in silence, still half naked, a million thoughts running through her mind, with at least a quarter of them being you.

Thankfully, she doesn’t have time to drown in her current crisis as the sound of a car pulling into the driveway snaps her out of her thoughts, reeling her back into reality.

It was eight in the evening, your parents were home, and their daughter was naked in bed with the daughter of their business partners.

Fuck.

Billie quietly makes her way out of bed, careful not to wake you, and begins to straighten herself up, trying her best to not make it obvious to your parents that she’d just banged their daughter. She covers you with the blanket before standing there and watching you somewhat awkwardly, the only noise filling the room being your soft breathing.

For the first time, a room was quiet while they were both in it.

Billie’s eyes trailed over your sleeping form, still draped in her letterman, the red fabric eye-catching as ever, but Billie decides to leave you be—she doesn’t have the heart to take it back.

“See you tomorrow,” Billie whispers before turning off the lights and leaving the room.

“Oh, Billie! Fancy seeing you here!” Your mother greets her as she descended the stairs. “Working on another project again, I suppose?”

“Ah, um, yes,” Billie stutters, putting on her most parent-friendly smile she could muster. “We didn’t even realise how late it was. Sorry about the disruption.”

“It’s all fine, how’s my daughter?” Your father pipes in, taking off his coat by the front door.

“She’s asleep already,” Billie replies, hoping they wouldn’t question why their eighteen-year-old was already asleep at eight in the evening.

“Wow, this early? Must’ve been a rough day, yeah?” your dad laughs, and Billie flushes. “Well, you should probably get on your way, I bet your parents must be worried.”

“Oh, for sure, see you soon Mr. and Mrs. Kim,” Billie nods, not waiting for a response as she bolts out the front door.

What a night.

Billie smiles to herself after sending the last message, but she doesn’t even get a second to come to her senses and wipe the stupid lovesick grin off her face before Zoe came slithering up to her.

“You didn’t tell me?” Zoe shrills, eyes wide open and hands gripping her shoulders.

“Tell you what?” Billie blinks, a million possibilities running through her mind. Are all her past mistakes coming back to bite her in the ass? Did the security guard snitch? Did the principal finally find out that she was the one who called him a ‘pedo wanker’?

“You and y/n are a thing?” Zoe blinks back, and Billie was equally as surprised as she was.

“What—what makes you think that?”

“She came in with your letterman!” Zoe practically screams at her face. “Your name and all—I thought we were friends, Billie. You said you’d tell me anything! But it's honestly about fucking time. Me and Ava were kinda betting on it.”

Billie doesn’t register anything past ‘letterman’, and before she could properly respond, she sees none other than you yourself strut into her line of sight, proudly sporting her letterman which was far too big for you, making heads turn for more than one reason now.

Despite being partially out of it, Billie swears she could hear the hushed gossip of the students around her—

" The star quarterback and hottest cheerleader are banging? "

" I called it! "

" They’re probably the ones who fucked on the stairs that time. "

" I mean, they look good together. "

" I thought they hated each other! "

" Plot twist? "

“Hey,” you are also donning a smirk on your lips as you approached Billie, who was looking you up and down as if she’s never seen you in her life. “Good morning.”

“Good—morning,” Billie stutters, too shocked to realise that Eunchae had scrambled away to give them ‘privacy’.

“You don’t look very happy to see me,” you frown, tilting your head and revealing the dark marks Billie had left on the left side of your neck from last night. Billie shivers at the memory, still fresh in her mind.

“My letterman,” Billie were the only words she could manage, her tongue feeling like it’s been tied into a hundred knots—she's never felt like this before, what the fuck was happening?

“You left it at my place last night,” you grin, and Billie winces at the sheer volume of your voice, as if you want everyone around them to know. “You can tell me if you want it back.”

“No,” Billie blurts out, surprising both herself and you. “Um, I mean, you can… keep it.”

“How sweet of you,” you purr, settling yourself onto Billie’s lap so naturally it’s as if you've done this a million times before (you have).

Billie’s mind is completely blank, but her cock was reacting for her, starting to harden underneath you, who could obviously feel it, your smirk widening.

Today was going to be a long day.

Og writer : oatbowl

The warm contact feels a lot warmer in the moment, sending shivers down your body that are most definitely not from any sort of cold.

The dark, serenity of the night outside only makes Billie seem more eclipsing, blinding every other thought of yours as your back arches into her grasp.

“Relax, baby…” she murmurs, breath fanning your neck as whines free themselves. “I've got you.”

Your lips connect once more, but not before another choked sound. Your heart stutters in your chest as her tongue sweeps between you. The kiss breaks as Billie eases the loose-fitted shirt up and over your head.

“Please,” you manage, fingers curling into the fabric of her jersey she's yet to take off since the afternoon. You urge her closer, one leg wrapping around the back of hers to close the distance further. The fabric between you is but an obstacle, something you need gone immediately.

You fiddle with her shirt, pulling the hem over her head and tossing it aside without a care in the world. You only care about her. The way she looks in the dark, moonlight highlighting the curves of her pale skin, scaling over her breasts and the dips of her toned abdomen.

She hesitates a little under the deep gaze, tension meeting her body. Noticing the self-consciousness, you drag a hand over her abs, thumb brushing the hard muscle. “You're fucking gorgeous,” you breathe.

She weakens in the reverent contact, head dropping onto your shoulder. You bring a palm to her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine, nails dragging lightly over skin.

You swallow hard when you feel the stiffness press against your thigh. “Oh, Bil…” you coo, hands shifting to find purchase at the dip of her waist.

Billie, in response, only hides her face further in the crook of your neck. “M’sorry,” she mumbles, heat rushing up her neck and blooming on her cheeks. “Can't help it.”

“C'mere, honey,” you hum, hand already betraying your self-control and instead palming the bulge outlining in her pants. A helpless groan escapes the ravenette despite her attempt to hold back. Pressing against you further, the erection begins to ache against her pants.

“Can I?” you whisper in the desolate void of the night, fingers sliding onto the zipper of her pants like clockwork.

“Yeah—yes,” she returns, voice softer but tremendously more desperate. Your fingers pull the zipper down with diligence, each tooth unlocking from the others until you can slide the thick fabric's barrier off.

The tented boxers follow, leaving Billie exposed and flushed in your arms. With her face pressed against your neck, she releases a helpless sound when pressure meets her appendage.

Your warm hand wraps around the girth, pumping it slowly, up and down. Her own hand fists into the tangled sheets beneath you, tiny grunts spilling as she's overrun with pleasure.

“Oh—fuck, baby,” she mutters, choking on words as she grows harder in the torturous pace of your palm, filling out instantaneously.

You speed your hand, the repetitive motion leading a tightness to form in her southern regions. Her groans grow louder, unrestrained in the otherwise silence of the bedroom. Your thumb circles her tip, coating the rest of her length in her preamble as more leaks.

“I—I can't—ngh—holy shit,” she nearly sobs, tears stinging the corners of her eyes at the overwhelming feeling beginning to intensify.

You, with your ministrations unrelenting and never losing rhythm, simply lift the ravenette's chin to meet her glassy gaze. “You can, love. Look at me.” The command is gentle, but it hits her right in the core. Like second nature, her tear-rimmed eyes flutter open, eyebrows pulled tight together in focus and pleasure.

Her hips rut into your moving hand, approaching her end in jolts and hoarse whimpers. “M'gonna—gonna—oh, fuck,” she groans, her bottom lip sliding between her teeth in order to hold herself back, biting hard enough to draw blood.

“Let go, darling. Come for me,” you purr, canine teeth grazing the damp skin of the ravenette. The playful pressure of the nibble sends her over the edge, her precipice crashing over her like a tidal wave.

A guttural groan sprouts from her lips, reaching down to your own core. She soaks the sheets, the hand wrapped around her, and her thighs with the white, hot liquid that spills from the tip in bursts.

She pants softly as she collapses against you, cock softening as your hand moves from it and instead goes to your mouth. You lick at the excess cum that landed on your fingers before wrapping your arms around her.

“You did so well, sweetheart. So perfect f'me,” you murmur, clean hand running through her messy hair as she recovers with shaky, small noises. Her chest heaves against yours, slowing to a steady pace with each passing second. It doesn't take long for sleep to take over, bringing her spent body to an easy slumber.

A feeble “I love you,” falls from her mouth before her eyes flutter shut, body curved into yours habitually.

You place a tiny kiss on her forehead as she drifts off, watching with a sense of pride as her lips twitch upwards into a smile—even in her sleep. With that, your own eyelids grow heavy and you let drowsiness take you over as well, limbs tangled with hers.

billie had been hiding a big secret for a while now. like, the huge crush she had been harboring on you for a while now. or the collection of photos she had been piling up on her computer.

they weren’t objectively bad. she hadn’t taken pictures without your consent or anything. she wasn’t that perverted.

there were pictures of the two of you together, pictures you asked billie to take, candid shots of you, and pictures you would post on your instagram.

she had made sure she had that folder on her computer locked and hidden. if you had found out about that she would literally never recover.

after all, you two had gotten pretty close over the six months you two had been rooming together. billie wasn’t taking a chance of ruining that.

usually on friday’s you would go and watch your douchebag boyfriend practice. billie headed to the football field and up the bleachers only to not find you. weird.

she unlocked her phone and texted you. chewing on the inside of her cheek.

| hey. wya?

delivered.

five minutes later and she was still delivered.

she popped her airpods in and pushed herself up from the bleachers, the stadium lights buzzing behind her. with a sigh, she headed out and cut across the walkway toward south residence, your shared dorm tucked on the quieter side of campus.

billie pushed through the front doors of south residence, barely noticing the RA desk as she tugged her hood up and let the music drown out literally everything.

her airpods were blasting, like dangerously loud. but she didn’t care, the hallways were kinda empty anyway, just that ugly fluorescent lighting and the hum of vending machines.

she swiped her keycard and stepped into the shared dorm, the door clicking shut behind her. she dropped onto the couch, letting her backpack fall somewhere near her feet, her music practically vibrating in her ears.

that’s when she heard it. something cutting through the song, just barely, like the real world was forcing its way back in.

she popped out an airpod and slightly turned down the volume to listen more intently. a thud. and then again. another thud.

“you okay?” she called out and waited. no response. she rolled her eyes and got up from the couch.

“i swear if it’s just her working out again…” she mutters under her breath, walking to your room.

your door was slightly cracked open, dim light flooding into the hallway. nothing could’ve prepared her for what she saw.

you were bent over, naked from the waist down. behind you, your scumbag boyfriend, roughly thrusting into you. grunting with each powerful pump of his hips.

her stomach twisted with a weird combination of jealousy and arousal. against her own wishes, her cock twitched and started to stiffen in her sweats.

heart pounding, she inched the door open a fraction more with trembling fingers, watching as you writhed under your boyfriend's selfish touch.

your eyes flew open, sensing a pair of eyes on you. your heart skipped as you saw billie looking at you.

billie’s breath caught in her throat as your eyes locked. a sheen of sweat glistened on your heaving chest as your boyfriend's hips slammed into your ass, the obscene slap of skin on skin echoing in the room.

you bit your lip, stifling a wanton moan, your cunt throbbing around the cock intruding in you. not from your boyfriend's touch, but the new pair of eyes on you.

she couldn’t help herself, her hand slid into her sweats, palming her erection. billie wrapped her slender fingers around her aching cock. it throbbed against her palm, already leaking precum.

your stomach flipped and your nails dug into the sheets in front of you. you didn’t know what to feel. you should’ve been horrified.

slowly, keeping the you pinned with her gaze, billie started to jerk herself off. she set a deliberate pace, stroking in time with your asshole's boyfriend's animalistic rutting.

“fuck… just like that.” you moaned, your lips parting as you watched your roommate touch herself.

your boyfriend smirked cockily, thinking he was doing something right. completely oblivious to the other pair of eyes that had joined you. the throaty moan that tore from your throat wasn’t from your boyfriend’s touch. billie knew it was for her.

“yeah? you like that?” your boyfriend grunted behind you and you just moaned in response, arching back to meet his thrusts.

billie’s cock pulsed in her grip, absolutely rock hard and leaking profusely. her eyes never left your face, hungrily devouring every flicker of emotion crossing it.

she tuned out his annoying grunts and groans, focusing on your perfect face. she would do anything to be in his place.

“faster…please,” you whined, directed towards billie. not your boyfriend. your boyfriend snapped his hips harder, a hard slap landing on your ass. you yelped.

she pumped her cock faster, panting softly through her nose, she watched your face contort in ecstasy, biting back moans that wanted to escape from her lips.

suddenly, billie felt her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. she slammed her mouth shut, biting down hard on her knuckle to muffle her scream.

hot cum erupted from billie’s dick, spurting over her pumping fist as her body shuddered through the intense climax. tears sprang to her eyes from stifling her pleasure.

at the same instant, you felt your body tense, fireworks of pleasure flying through your body. you let out a choked-out moan, slumping forward on the bed.

your boyfriend grunted and groaned, stiffening and throbbing and pumping you full of his own release.

it was clear to billie that your peak had nothing to do with him; it was the sight of her coming undone that had sent you tumbling over the edge.

“jesus babe. you’ve never come that hard before.” your boyfriend panted behind you, leaning down to place a kiss on the back of your neck.

you let out a weak shuddery breath, coming down from your orgasm. the poor guy had no clue.

the days that followed that evening went by normally. you acted like nothing had happened. it was driving billie insane.

the next week passed in a blur of classes and campus activities. billie found herself increasingly distracted and on edge, her mind constantly drifting back to you getting railed.

the memory of your face, frozen in ecstasy and secretly for her, was seared into her brain.

billie couldn't focus on lectures, her notes, or literally anything. there was a new tension simmering between the two of you, an unspoken weight that hadn't been there before.

you had left billie alone to grab back textbooks your friend had borrowed from you a few weeks ago.

billie was too absorbed in her own tortured thoughts to pay much attention as you said goodbye.

she slumped over the desk, flipping through the pages of a calculus textbook that now held about as much interest for her as a lump of cardboard would have. numbers blurred before her eyes as she sighed and leaned back in the chair.

that's when she noticed your open laptop, sitting idly on the desk mere inches from her reach. her eyes flicked up to the monitor, and in that moment, idle curiosity got the better of her.

billie reached out and clicked the mousepad, it was unlocked. she looked to the door and then back at the laptop. guilt filled her.

the guilt quickly turned into disgust as she looked at your wallpaper. you and your boyfriend. she rolled her eyes and browsed through your laptop.

she was lazily scrolling through your files, nothing important. just schoolwork.

she was about to turn off your laptop when she saw a folder labeled ‘<3’. which was odd, because most of your folders had a class name on them.

her heart stopped as she opened the folder, revealing multiple nude photos and videos of you.

one in particular that caught billie’s eye was a 5-second video of you panning the camera down to your tits in the bathtub. laughing slightly as you squeezed your soapy tits.

“jesus christ.” billie breathed out.

the 5-second clip ended, and before billie could stop herself, she had already clicked the replay button.

the video started over, and she watched hungrily as your soapy tits bounced and jiggled with each squeeze, rivulets of water and bubbles cascading down your smooth skin.

lost in a trance, billie didn't realize she had wrapped a trembling hand around her aching cock. her fingers tightened around her stiff shaft as she watched the video play out again, and again.

billie whimpered and mewled, utterly consumed by desperate lust. her dick throbbed and jerked in her tight grip as she fisted it at a frenzied pace, the sticky sound of her pawing at the obscenely hard shaft filling the empty room.

she gasped and panted your name, her cheeks flushed a blotchy red.

you got back from your friend's dorm and quietly walked in, placing your books on the couch. the dorm was quiet, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary. since billie was studying for her calculus exam.

your eyes widened as you took in the sight of your roommate jerking herself off… to your own video. you should’ve been upset. but it turned you on.

you quietly made your way behind her, leaning over her. your hand found its way to her shoulder.

billie yelped in shock and fright as she felt a hand land on her shoulder. she tried to stop her orgasm but it was too late.

her cock twitched and jerked wildly in her grip, a burst of cum shooting out and splattering her thigh.

she looked up at you with wild, terrified eyes, mouth agape in a silent scream.

"you forgot to mention this was in the syllabus for the course," you teased, nodding towards the computer screen displaying 5 seconds of your soap-slick tits looping over and over.

billie could only whimper in response, humiliated but still achingly aroused by the interruption. you licked your lips, taking in billie’s pathetic state.

"sneaking through my stuff, huh? you just couldn't help yourself, could you?" your fingers crept down billie’s chest, tracing the curve of her collarbone as you spoke.

billie could only whimper and nod, she was torn between embarrassment and arousal.

“look at you, so desperate.” your other hand slid down to cup your roommate's leaking cock.

billie gasped and shuddered as she felt those unfamiliar, yet oh-so welcome fingers wrap around her sensitive flesh, stroking her still-throbbing shaft.

"and now your dirty little secret is all over my hand," you cooed softly.

billie could only whimper and nod, as you pumped her cock slowly. tormenting her.

"tell me," you whispered in her ear, twisting your wrist and squeezing roughly on the upstroke.

"did it feel good to snoop through my private shit?" your thumb swept over the leaking tip, smearing the fresh beads of precum that bubbled up.

“m’ sorry. i didn’t mean to—" billie whined and you shook your head.

“yeah… so you just magically found my nudes?” you retorted back, stroking her faster.

billie felt another orgasm rushing through her, far too sensitive from the previous stimulation.

"yes, fuck.. i can't — m’gonna-” billie managed to get out between moans.

“yes, you can. come on. cum for me.”

that’s all it took. she jerked her hips up and fucked herself into your hand. spurts of cum painting your hand white.

“please… want you on top of me,” billie begged as she came down from her high.

“yeah? you just can’t get enough can you?” you laughed, spinning her chair around to straddle her lap. your skirt rising up to reveal the wet patch on your panties.

you rubbed your clothed cunt against her sensitive cock, smearing her release all over your panties.

“please. fuck me.” she panted, not caring if she sounded pathetic. she was too far gone.

you tilted your head, looking down at her. “you sure you can handle it?”

you slid your skirt and panties to the side, shivering as your cunt nudged against the tip of her dick.

“yes. i can take it.” billie responded, her hands resting on your hips, her eyes practically watering in frustration.

with that you sank down onto billie’s length, gasping as she stretched you out. taking her to the hilt. “fuck…”

billie whimpered again as you began to rock your hips, your hands going to her shoulders for support.

don’t cum. don’t cum. don’t cum. billie repeated to herself. finally having you after she had fantasized about you for months was overwhelming.

she babbled as you started to ride her, gripping your hips tightly, almost as if she was scared that if she let go she’d wake up and this would all be a wet dream.

the lewd slap of flesh on flesh filled the room. billie could only clench her eyes shut and pant desperately as shockwaves of pleasure radiated through her body with each bounce of your hips.

"thank you… thank you… oh my god.” billie whimpered deliriously.

you smiled down at her, leaning in to kiss her. billie’s toes curled as she tasted your strawberry chapstick. “no need to thank me. just relax.”

you tugged at the hem of your shirt, throwing the piece of fabric to the floor. revealing your tits.

billie’s glassy eyes widened as she took in the sight of your boobs bouncing wildly with each powerful thrust your hips.

tears pricked at her eyes, biting back a sob. “oh my god.”

“you can touch em.” you breathed out, biting down on your lip as you took her to the hilt and lifted yourself up again.

she wasted no time, taking one of your nipples into her mouth. it was your turn to whine now, gasping as she hungrily took your tit into her mouth.

“oh… feels s’ good.” you moaned, fisting a hand into her hair to pull her face deeper into your chest. billie could die right there.

she eagerly switched between both of your boobs, sucking and squeezing the peaks.

“don’t stop. i’m so close.” you pant, tugging at billie’s hair. your bounces began to get sloppy and your pussy throbbed around her cock.

you let out a cry as you came. your juices gushing around her cock. the sensation pushed billie over the edge and she sobbed.

she thrusted up into you, holding you still as she came inside you. fresh tears fell down her cheeks. you collapsed against her chest as you both panted like you had run a marathon.

you pulled your head back from her chest, glancing at her tear-stained face. “it’s okay. why are you crying?”

“felt so good.” billie admits weakly.

you shook your head and wiped her tears with the pad of your thumb. “you’re cute.”