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𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑒 x f!r ❛❛ what's the saying again? play stupid games, win stupid prizes? well, you're about to find out just what that prize is.

・・・watch out! smut , strap (r receiving) , language , spanking , brat taming? , use of pet names and y/n

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y/n 1h · pinned she's lying guys her dicks about this big 🤏 billieeilish 1h @ y/n not what you said last time user01 1h HELLO?!?? user02 59min 🤨🤨📸 user03 59min okay freaky user04 58min not in front of the 124m followers...

❛ love you, but what in the actual f— ❜

【 𝐚𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝟒𝐤 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 】 synopsis. pregnancy cravings... and billie's inability to keep herself composed. content && warnings. none!

letters from your tour guide. griffith observatory has never looked brighter, hope everyone makes funny memories while we're here !

my favorite dealer

⤷ warnings. dealer billie, g!p billie, oral (b receiving), doggy style implied

postcards. needed to write something with these photos even if it's in a different format 😇😇😇

dealer billie can either be so mean, or so sweet. dealer billie is the type to buy you every single thing you want, if it's in your cart, it's bought and at your doorstep the next day. you have whatever you want, whenever you want this girl spoils you rotten. she's also so so so overprotective. anyone looking at you for more than 2 seconds, they're out goodbye she's breaking their nose.

texts with gf!billie

a/n did this on a plane love yall + fun stuff coming soon all the requests in my inbox are so awesome

masterlist prompt list

synopsis: you and billie try to scissor for the first time with quite a few mishaps.

warnings: scissoring, smut, sub!reader, dom!billie, (but not that obvious who is dom/sub tbh), quite fluffy

it’s all heat and mouth and the weight of billie on top of you, the bed dipping beneath your hips. her lips are pressed to yours hard enough to bruise, tasting faintly like the wine she’d been sipping earlier. her breath is already quick, matching yours, your mouths breaking only long enough for sharp inhales before crashing together again.

billie’s straddling your thigh, her knee planted deep into the mattress, the soft press of her sweatpant covered pussy grinding down in slow, lazy rolls that feel almost unconscious. almost. one of her hands is shoved up under your shirt, palm hot and heavy over the curve of your tit, thumb dragging idly over the edge of your bra until the fabrics pushed crooked. the other’s braced beside your head, holding herself over you as her weight shifts with every movement.

your shirt’s bunched halfway to your ribs, the cool air on your skin in sharp contrast to the warmth of her hand. her sweatpants have slipped down just enough to flash a strip of her black thong whenever her hips move.

then billie’s thigh shifts against you. it’s nothing intentional at first, just a small adjustment, but the pressure hits in exactly the wrong right place. warm, solid muscle pressing right between your own thighs. you jolt without meaning to, hips tilting just a little, and that’s all it takes for her to notice.

she pulls back from the kiss, her lips swollen, a strand of saliva stretching between you before it breaks. her eyes are heavy lidded, pupils blown wide as she catches her breath. then her mouth curves into a slow, knowing smirk, her gaze flicking briefly down between your bodies.

“you grinding on me already?” she murmurs, with a slight laugh

you giggle into her mouth before you even answer, pulling her down for a quick kiss. “you started it,” you say against her lips, words half muffled, and then your mouth’s back on hers, sucking her bottom lip between your teeth until she hums against you.

her thigh presses in again, just a little harder this time, and you swallow the sound she makes as she rubs down against you in return.

you don’t realise how tangled you’ve gotten until you shift to pull her closer and your legs hook around hers in a way that changes everything. it’s clumsy and unplanned, the kind of position that happens naturally when neither of you are paying attention, her thigh sliding higher between yours, your knee slotting between hers.

she pushes into you and the heat is there instantly, the thinnest layers of fabric between you, damp from both of you. it’s not perfect, your clits aren’t lined up, more pressure than precision, but it’s enough to make your breath stutter against her jaw as she drags her lips down your neck.

billie freezes for a second, just enough to glance down between you. she pulls back, still hovering over you, her hair a little messy around her face. her gaze flicks from where your thighs are tangled back up to your eyes, slow and deliberate.

“you ever actually tried this?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow, thumb stroking down from your lip to your chin now.

you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath, and her smirk deepens.

“we should,” she says simply, no hesitation, no teasing lilt

before you can answer, she’s already pushing up on her knees to shove at the waistband of your shorts, fingers hooking in the elastic of your underwear. it’s not some grand announcement, no dramatic shift in the air. it’s just billie deciding she wants you bare for this and making it happen.

her knuckles brush your hipbone as she works the fabric down, her eyes locked on yours the whole time. “these are in my way,” she says, almost offhand, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

your laugh catches halfway to a gasp as she drags them over your thighs, her nails grazing your skin in a way that makes you twitch.

billie gets impatient before you do, shoving her sweatpants down with a kind of graceless urgency, kicking them off the end of the bed. you take the chance to tug her shirt up, and she half-lifts her arms to help you before immediately pressing back into you, bare skin sliding over bare skin. the heat of her tits against yours makes your pulse pick up, and you can feel her heartbeat thudding fast where you meet.

your bra’s already crooked from earlier, and she pushes it down until your tits spill free. her palms are warm as she grabs them, thumbs brushing over your nipples in lazy, teasing circles that still make you suck in a breath.

“god, i’ve wanted you like this all day” she says, leaning in to kiss you again, the words caught between your mouths.

you’re too busy tugging her underwear down to answer, your knuckles dragging along the backs of her thighs. she’s warm and soft and slick where your fingers accidentally brush over her, and the small sound she makes into your mouth is pure bliss. her hands are on your waistband next, dragging your shorts and underwear in one go until you’re both stripped completely, nothing left between you.

she swings her leg over yours in a quick, confident motion, like she’s finally decided to commit to the idea. her shin brushes your hip as she shifts forward, trying to find the right spot, and then she starts to grind.

the first press is good, but not right. too low for you, too high for her. you can feel the slide of her thigh against your folds, hot and damp, and from the way her breath hitches you know she’s getting something from it too, but it’s not there.

she pulls back just enough to mutter, “shit,” then leans forward again, adjusting her angle. she finds another spot, rocks her hips slowly, and you try to meet her movement, but still, it’s off. not bad, just not right.

your mouth breaks into a smile against hers, and you start laughing even as she kisses you again.

“what?” she asks, her lips brushing yours as she talks.

“we’re so bad at this,” you say, breathless from both the effort and giggles.

her laugh is warm against your cheek. “shut up. i’m learning your angles, okay?”

billie shifts again, this time rolling her hips a little wider while you tilt slightly onto your side. she angles herself downward, trying to align more directly, and for a second it feels closer, your clits actually brushing for the briefest moment.

“fuck, that’s it,” she gasps, her head falling forward to press her mouth to your neck.

but within two strokes you realise she’s not on you anymore—she’s grinding directly against the top of your thigh, slick smearing there instead.

“uh, billie?” you manage, fighting a laugh.

“mmh?” she hums into your skin, still moving.

“that’s… not it” you say, grinning.

she freezes, then pulls back just enough to glance down, sees exactly where she is, and bursts into laughter. it’s infectious, you’re both laughing so hard you lose any rhythm, bodies shaking against each other.

“shut up,” she says through a smile, leaning in to kiss you again even as you’re still giggling. “okay. attempt number three. we’re getting this.”

she shifts her leg higher over yours, and you hook your own over her hip to try and close the space. it’s a tangle of limbs, warm and slippery skin against skin, until

“ow. nope, nope,” you hiss, feeling the sharp pull of a muscle in your inner thigh.

billie freezes instantly, eyes wide. “shit did i hurt you?”

you shake your head, still laughing, but let your leg drop back down. “no, i just pulled something. we are so graceful right now.”

you flop back onto your heels, hair sticking to your cheek. billie is leaned back against the headboard now, hair messy, chest flushed, a lazy smirk tugging at her mouth like she’s in no rush.

“okay, okay,” you say, still catching your breath. “this is… harder than it looks.”

her smirk deepens. “you’re overthinking it.” she runs a palm slowly down her own thigh, deliberately spreading her knees. “c’mere. stop stressing. we’ll just… figure it out.”

you crawl forward on the bed, skin sticking slightly to the sheets from heat and sweat. billie’s eyes track you the whole way, her hand coming up to brush your hair out of your face. her other hand rests at your hip, warm and steady.

“you look so fucking good like this,” she murmurs, voice lower now, like the giggling earlier has burned off into something heavier.

you move between her legs, more deliberate this time, feeling the open invitation in the way she angles her hips toward you. your thighs slide against hers, the skin on skin already making you shiver.

“better,” she says softly, guiding your hips forward with both hands now. “yeah… just like that.”

the first slow roll of your hips makes you both gasp at the exact same moment. it’s there. no awkward sliding, just the perfect, direct press of your clit against hers.

“fuck,” you breathe, the word shaky.

her nails dig into the curve of your hips instantly, holding you there. “don’t” her voice drops, rough, “don’t move from there.”

you give her the smallest roll forward anyway, testing it, and her head tips back against the headboard like she’s lost control for a second. the wetness between you makes every drag sharp and hot, the friction blurring between pleasure and overload.

billie’s breathing has changed, no more little laughs, no teasing. just these broken, quiet moans every time you move.

“god, you feel… fuck, you feel good,” she gets out, pushing up against you to meet your rhythm.

you press your forehead to hers, your mouths brushing as you breathe each other in. “don’t stop”

“i’m not,” she cuts in, voice shaky but determined. “not ‘til you’re shaking for me.”

the slick sound of you grinding together is obscene now, wet heat spreading, her thighs tightening around yours to keep you locked in place. every drag makes your legs weaker, every push of her hips makes your breath stutter.

your hips fall into that perfect rhythm, slow enough to keep the friction going, fast enough that your breath starts coming in broken bursts. every drag of your clit over hers sends a spark ricocheting up your spine.

billie’s thighs tense around yours, pulling you in tighter with every grind. her hands are everywhere, one gripping the small of your back, the other sliding down to grab a handful of your ass, nails pressing crescents into your skin.

“you’re” she pants, voice breaking as you roll forward hard enough to make her gasp, “you’re so fucking wet.”

you answer with a shaky laugh that dissolves into a moan when she rocks up against you, sharper this time. “so are you,” you breathe, dragging your hips slow just to feel the slick smear between you. “god, billie, you’re dripping.”

her laugh is low, breathless, cut off halfway by the next grind. “yeah? keep talking.”

you press closer, your tits brushing, nipples catching just enough to make you jolt. “feels so good, baby,” you murmur into her mouth, your lips brushing hers between gasps. “could do this all night.”

“then do it,” she whispers back, grabbing both sides of your hips now to pull you into her harder.

the pace picks up without you even meaning it to. your hips start bucking in short, urgent rolls, the rhythm almost instinctive. billie’s nails scrape lightly down your back, dragging over every rib until she’s cupping your ass again, pulling you forward so your clits grind harder.

your moans are mixing now, low, ragged, layered over each other. she drops her head against your shoulder, mouth hot on your neck, her breath damp against your skin. every exhale makes you shiver.

“fuck, don’t stop. please.” billie mutters, biting lightly at the spot just above your collarbone.

“i’m not. fuck” you can barely finish the sentence before a sharper wave of friction makes your legs tremble.

she shifts her hips slightly, angling up so her clit drags directly against yours at just the right pressure. your head tips back and your nails dig into billie’s bicep

“that’s it,” she says quickly, almost frantic now. “right there, keep it there, fuck”

her hands are tight on you, dragging you forward harder, grinding you down onto her until your thighs ache. you’re clinging to her shoulders now, nails digging into warm skin as you let her guide the pace.

the sound of it is filthy, wet, sticky, skin slapping faintly with each roll of your hips. every movement is rougher than the last, urgency bleeding through the both of you.

billie’s eyes are half lidded, locked on your mouth like she can’t decide if she wants to kiss you or just watch you fall apart. “just like that angel. doing so fucking good.” she says, voice almost a growl.

your laugh catches on a moan. “you’re…fuck gonna make me cum”

“good,” she cuts in, pulling you forward hard enough that the base of your thighs collide. “that’s the point.”

you don’t even have to say it, you can feel it in the way both your hips start stuttering, in the twitch of her thighs against yours. every grind is sharper now, clits throbbing with each messy drag, the wet slick between you making every movement obscene.

billie’s head drops back, eyes squeezed shut, a low, guttural sound escaping her throat. “fuck, baby”

her hips tilt just a fraction and it’s perfect. the pressure shifts, her clit sliding over yours in a way that makes your whole body seize. you gasp so hard it’s almost a sob. “oh my, fuck, don’t don’t move”

“i’m not” her voice is shaking, breathless. “i’m right there, fuck”

you’re clinging to her, one arm locked around her shoulders, the other hand gripping her ass like you can hold yourself together through sheer force. your hips are jerking forward in short, desperate thrusts, chasing that last inch of friction.

the orgasm hits fast, cumming hard enough you cry out against her mouth. your thighs clamp around her, locking her in place as your hips buck without control. you feel the slick between you and billie get thicker and drip against your interlocked thighs

billie’s not far behind, her whole body tenses, a broken moan spilling from her lips as she grinds hard, fast, messy against you. “oh fuck. oh fuck” she gasps, nails digging so deep into your back you’ll feel them later.

neither of you stops. even as you’re both shaking, clits oversensitive, you keep moving, slower, smaller rolls, riding it out.

her forehead rests against yours now, both of you panting, mouths brushing without quite kissing. you can feel her heartbeat pounding through the press of your hips.

“jesus christ,” you manage, your voice wrecked.

she laughs breathlessly, still catching her breath. “such a good girl. you’re gone aren’t you?”

your thighs are trembling, but you push one last lazy grind into her just to hear the sharp gasp it pulls from her.

⭑ SMUT.

⭑ synopsis :: after a night out at the bar with her friends, billie can't wait until you're out of the car to get her hands on you.

⭑ warnings :: g!p billie, p in v, unprotected sex, humiliation kink, praise kink

you've always been shy, so it took a hell of a lot of convincing to get you to come out tonight. you and billie's friends, however nervous you had been when you met them, had had a great time. you had gone to a bar and drank the night away, which was filled with dancing and laughter. now, you and billie were in the very back of the car, two of her friends in the backseat, one driving, one in the passenger. and her cock buried inside you.

billie thrusted her hips up into you every once in a while, hands on your side as she planted small, sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck. music was playing loudly from the car's speakers, but billie could hear your whimpers loud and clear. you looked adorable, a little tipsy and all fucked out when she had barely laid a hand on you.

"feel good, mama?" billie cooed as her fingers rubbed loving circles into your hips, lips pressing kisses to your skin. all you could do was nod, too dumbfounded to really give an answer beyond that. billie moved on of her hands off your hips to push your dress up, revealing more of your pretty ass to her. you knew how much she loved it. she runs a gentle hand over your bottom as you inconspicuously fuck yourself on her cock, her friends blissfully unaware of what was happening a mere few feet away from them.

“god, you look so good like this. so good for me, getting out of your comfort zone like you did. s’only fair i reward you, yeah?” billie rasps into your ear. her hand moved everywhere, first on your hips, then on your ass, and finally to your clit. you covered your lips to drown the sound of your moans as billie skillfully fingered where you were most responsive, your head falling back onto her shoulder.

“mmm, yeah,” you can barely manage, but billie understood you and what you wanted, regardless of coherency. her free hand never leaves your hips as she helped you bounce on her cock, eventually snaking her way up your dress to yank your bra down for her own access, and rolling one of your nipples in her fingers.

your expression says what the words failing your lips can’t, as your eyes roll back into your head, lips splitting open in pleasure. one of billie's friends, odessa, who happens to be driving the car, paused her singing when she caught your face in the rearview mirror, a teasing, but oblivious, smile on her face.

“her, billie, your girl okay? she's looking a little bit…” she doesn’t finish, leaving her words up for inference. billie doesn’t freeze, or pause what she’s doing. no. she fucking smirks.

“she's okay. just needs her girlfriend. doesn't she, baby?” billie asked with no shame.

embarrassment creeps into your veins at the publicity of her comment. your cheeks filled with heat, you mumbled a slurred, “yeah,” loud enough for her friends to hear, before burying your face into the crook of billie's neck, and, for only her to hear, scoldingly whispering, “billie.”

her friends chuckled cluelessly. they must have assumed it was only a joke. 

which couldn’t have been more wrong.

billie presses a kiss to your forehead before her friends go back to singing and smoking and whatever the fuck else they’re doing— you're too fucked out to care. but once they do? billie's thumb is back to rubbing your clit as she forcefully fucks her hips up into you, sensing how exhausted you are.

“god, you are such a good girl, huh? just for me, yeah?” she coos.

you nod. “just for you. just your girl,” you whisper back in response. you crane your head to press your lips to billie's, kissing her sloppily and drunkenly, not like she minded. her hand rolls your nipple like it’s her last day, quick and fast and lewd, as you moan like a whore into her lips.

when you pull back, billie's smirking. you're about to speak again before billie suddenly yanks you almost fully off her cock, before slamming you back down, going much faster than before. it takes every ounce of self control you have not to scream right there, because, god, was she a fucking tease.

“billie, fuck, shitshitshit,” you whine, eyes going blurry as your own desire overwhelms you. billie doesn’t seem to care for how hard she’s making this for you, because she pounds into you like she’s more desperate than you are. and maybe she is.

“so loud, baby. no music and everyone would hear how wet your fucking cunt is. not like i want to share you anyways,” billie says, her hand moving to give some love to your untouched nipple, rolling over it and squeezing down.

“pussy's so fucking tight for me, baby, fuck. can practically feel you clenching around me.” your brain is too foggy, too muddled to verbally respond, but you’re sure the small whimper that escapes your lips suffices, because billie realizes immediately what’s about to happen. “oh. s'my baby close?” billie asks, and you know damn well she doesn’t need an answer from you to know what you’re going to say.

regardless, you nod, your next words leaving your lips in a broken manner. “fuckfuckfuck, baby, i'm so close, s’close, please,” you’re babbling by now, growing more incoherent by the minute.

again, not like billie needed the words.

she pushes herself inside you, making you take her deeper than you ever have before, pressing her middle and ring to your aching clit as she fucks into you.

“yeah, baby? gonna be good and cum for me?" and she has you.

you're unraveling in seconds, burying your face into the crook of her neck for the final time as her name falls off your lips over and over again, the sound muffled, as waves of pleasure crash over your body.

your figure jerks as you feel yourself cumming, spilling all over her cock. you can hear her chuckling as you come down from your high, and when you pull your face out of her neck, she presses a small kiss to your forehead, before pushing her fingers into her mouth. you watch, body aching from your own need, and let a whine escape your lips as you watch billie suck her fingers clean, savoring the taste of you.

she pulls you off her cock once all’s said and done, fixing you and your dress before allowing you to sit on her lap once more, her hands around your waist. butterfly kisses pepper onto your skin as she dotes on you, holding you close to her chest. you smile as you wrap your arms around her neck, her heartbeat in your ears.

every time I remember redrootillie I fall to my knees 💔💔💔

w/c: 1.2k

warnings: mentions of angst, mild depression, fluffy fluff after

a/n: baby’s first oneshot! she’s a small thing but i’ve been on vacation and wanted to post for proof of life. enjoy 🤍