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【Citrus】 A big fan of shopping, Citrus spends 8 hours on iPhone screen time. Favorite drink: green tea.

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 !

A/N: not proof read!!

This was a request from an Anon! I loved the idea so much; but I might re do it again in the future - I hope with will satisfy you for now🫶🏼

Content warning: dry humping.

I watch with fond eyes as Billie potters around the kitchen, in basket ball shorts and a large jersey, hair tied in a bun. She hums to herself, some new melody she been working on, whilst she pours the popcorn into a large bowl.

Billie turns to me with that playful smile, wiggling her eyebrows as she put a handful of popcorn in her mouth, shuffling over to the couch and sitting next to me.

“Sure you’re ready for this movie, baby?” She tries to tease, but her words come out muffled as she speaks with her mouth full.

“Ew Bil, swallow before you speak” I giggle, shoving her shoulder gently. She laughs before listening to me, swallowing the food and turning to me with a smirk. “And for the record, I’ll be fine with this movie” I mutter, a blush coating my cheeks at the the thought of watching a movie that’s heavy on sex, despite being a virgin.

A teasing smirk stays on Billie’s lips, but there’s a softness in her eyes as she looks at me. I blush deeper as I rest my head on her shoulder, causing her to laugh softly and wrap her arms around me.

We joke often about my virginity, a playful way of reassuring me, in our own special way, but Billie has never made me feel bad for it and has never pressured me. She checks in on me often when we make out, letting me take the lead and stop when I need.

“Just play the movie” I mumble. She chuckles and presses play on the TV, the movie ‘Below her mouth’ begins, as she grabs the popcorn bowl and wraps her arm around my waist, tugging me into her.

Throughout the movie, Billie comments quietly, giving her opinion and making teasing jokes. But I can’t tear my eyes away from the screen. My heart beats wildly in my ears as I watch the scene before me.

I’ve watched lesbian porn before, but watching such an intimate film with my girlfriend beside me? That’s a whole new territory. My thighs squeeze together, trying to ease the pulsing in my clit, the clench of my pussy around nothingness. I shift constantly, which catches Billie’s attention.

“Everything okay, baby girl?” Billie asks softly, her breath ghosting over the shell of my ear. Goosebumps race across my skin as I let out a shaky breath.

“What— yeah, I’m fine…” I say softly, a gentle laugh following, trying to hide the shake in my voice. But she catches it. She always does.

“You sure baby? You’re a little flushed.” She strokes her hand along my bare arm, making my eyes flutter, incredibly sensitive to any touch. A ball of burning need settling low in my stomach. I try to nod, my eyes still pinned to the TV screen.

I hear Billie let out a low chuckle, before she’s leaning forward to place the popcorn bowl on the coffee table. When she settles back on the couch, she manspreads her legs and looks at me with her classic lazy grin. The look in her eyes has my breath hitching and an involuntary whimper leave my lips.

She takes my hand and pulls me up to straddle her hips, and I move willingly. She slouches down on the couch, so I’m practically sat against her stomach.

“I— what—“

“Shh baby, come kiss me” she interrupts me, her hand slipping up to the back of my neck and tugging me down. I brace my hands on her torso, just above where I’m sat on her lower belly.

My lips part slightly before they press against hers. I close my eyes as I let the familiar feelings of her soft lips, interlocking with mine; her hands gripping my hips.

Billie runs her tongue along my lip, before pushing it into my mouth and my body reacts instantly. My hips rut forward and I gasp softly, opening my mouth more for her. I move my hands to cup her face, as hers guide my hips to roll against her stomach in a ‘back and forth’ motion.

The dry humping is something we’ve done together often, just to feel close and intimate, in our 2 months of dating. As she’s so patient with me, and wanting to be ready to lose my virginity. But tonight, tonight it feels as though my body is vibration.

Billie kisses down my neck, as she continues to guide my hips against her, my thin shorts and panties, doing nothing to dull the feeling against my clit.

She stops briefly, to shift my body, so that I’m straddling just one of her thighs. A shuddering breath leaves my lips as she sucks gently under my ear and goes back to grinding my hips.

“Bil—“ I gasp.

“I know baby, I know” I whine softly, as I roll my hips harder against her, the burning in my lower stomach building. The delicious drag of my clit, against the lace of my panties, thanks to her tensing her thigh under me.

“Take what you want, my love. And stop when you want. It’s all for you” she whispers lovingly in my ear, lips grazing the shell.

I whimper, before dropping my forehead against her shoulder, grinding down harder. Soft moans spilling from my lips, my heartbeat thumping in my ears. That familiar coil tightening, one I only know from touching myself; my breath comes out in broken gasps.

“Billie… I’m gonna—“ I don’t get my words out because my eyes squeeze shut as a broken moan escapes my lips. My head throws back and hips stutter their rolling.

For a moment, my eyesight is blurred and mind is foggy. Staring up at the ceiling, I try to catch my breath. Billie’s thumbs rub gentle circles on my hips, just above the waistband of my shorts, trying to bring me back down to earth.

But once I was grounded, my eyesight widen as I tilt my head back down to face Billie again. Embarrassment settles deep in my chest, blush coating my cheeks.

“I didn’t mean too— oh my god. This is so embarrassing” I cover my face with my hands, frozen in place.

“Hey… hey baby, look at me” Billie grabs my wrists gently, pulling my hands away from my face, before cupping my cheeks in her hands.

“Don’t you dare feel embarrassed, baby girl. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life” She whispers lovingly.

“But—“

“No buts, my love. Don’t panic over it, just let yourself feel good” her soft voice comforts me and her thumbs storming my burning cheeks. I nod timidly in her hands, before tilting my face to kiss her palm.

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.

⭑ 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.

reader’s livestream is joined by Billie and their reaction only confirms the fan theories. 🫀

no warnings. fem!reader.

wc. 1k.

“Alright,” your eyes flicked across the screen triple checking everything was working. “We are live. Hi guys!” You waved at the already buzzing screen.

It was 15 to midnight and in a spell of boredom you decided to hit the ‘LIVE’ tab on Insta. You knew your fans would gladly keep you company, it was also a way to connect with them in a world of pedestaled celebrities. You liked to interact with the people who caused your fame after all.

Humming while reading the chat, your face is just lightly illuminated by the screen and the dim, warm lamps in your room.

“Hi Sydney, I love you too,” you reply to comments here and there.

“Ask me questions I’m booored.” Dragging out the vowel, you whine at the growing audience.

7k. 10k. 35k. 50k people watching. You select comments to answer.

“WHEN ARE YOU COMING TO TOKYO? I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!” You giggle reading the question in the tone it was written. “I love you too! Whenever the next tour is which is… I don’t know.” You grin, leading the viewers on with a side eye to the camera.

“Ummm…” your eyes scan the screen. “Favorite band? I’ve been listening to a lot of Beach House’s stuff lately.”

“Who am I dating?” You add a shocked voice and give the camera a disapproving look, much like a scolding mother. “Why do you care so much?”

The chat goes even faster. People arguing about respecting your privacy, others giving their guesses. A certain name seems to appear again and again.

“Billie Eilish?” You read aloud without thinking. Eyes wide you attempt to cover up your slip. “What about Billie Eilish?” Oh. That about Billie Eilish.

The chat speeds up for a moment.

It’s not your fault you’ve been photographed a few too many times together in the past year. Paparazzi always knew how to find you two no matter how private you tried to keep your relationship.

Luckily, Billie and you had historically been best friends. So while no one could actually confirm these were dinner dates, you two could always claim it was a friendly outing.

Of course it never stopped anyone from speculating and forming rumors; rumors that were true.

Your eyes try to focus for more questions but the chat goes by too quick.

“Billie and I are friends..?” You offer the information feigning oblivion to the rumors.

“Okay what else?” But you’re soon interrupted by a text from your publicist.

You should get off the live yn.

Your eyes noticeably flick up at the buzz, smirking slightly at being treated like a child. The chat starts guessing again.

@ ynfan.page45 - Oooooo who is she smiling at?? 👀

“Guys. It’s just my publicist.” You reply without thinking again, talking to the chat like it’s your closest friend.

No wonder your publicist kept a close eye on you.

@ iloveyn - she’s in trouble guys..

“No. No no. She was just reminding me of a meeting I have tomorrow.” You play it off. “Now ask me questions!”

@ yn_fav_fan - how close are you with Billie?

“How close am I with Billie? We’re friends you freaks.” You huff and roll your eyes playfully.

@ ynstan4lifeee - where’s your necklace from? it’s so cute and I love you.”

“I love you too. Umm…” You grab the necklace and look down at it, trying to remember.

It was a gift from Billie. For your birthday she gave you a necklace you had briefly admired in a store one day during an outing of yours’.

“It was a birthday gift, from a friend. It’s Van Cleef, one of my favorite jewelry houses.”

@ no.1editzz - She’s casually wearing a gifted 10 motif💀

@ paparazzi_foryn - wow they must love you a lot. but not as much as i do❤️❤️

You sheepishly smile at the chat. You had never thought of how ridiculous it was Billie had gifted you a several thousand dollar necklace. One you did wear constantly and cherished, but thousands of dollars nonetheless.

@ yn.is.bae - isn’t it past your bedtime?

“It is not past my bedtime. My mom didn’t give me one,” you grin.

@ billieeilish - are you sure girly?

Your eyes go wide for only a moment but it’s caught by the viewers regardless.

@ i.heart.yn - 🚨SHES BLUSHING OVER BILLIE!!🚨

The chat goes insane over Billie’s appearance, but mostly because of your reaction. A subtle look of nervousness makes the viewers speculate even more.

“Billie is here?” You eye the screen. “Billie… Get the fuck out of here…” you hold back a giggle trying to act mad.

@ billieeilish - wow and i thought my favorite girl would want to see me. guess not

The viewers are only being fed now. And you know Billie knows it. For such a private person, her random act of courage takes you by surprise. Not only that but her attitude, flirting with you in public now.

The crowd makes her confident, she gets to be Billie Eilish now. Not just your public best friend and private girlfriend.

@ billieeilish - don’t you have a meeting tomorrow?

You raise an eyebrow. “How long have you been hiding in my live Bills?” Risky nickname.

Your publicist texts you again.

“Okay… you guys are right. It is past my bedtime.”

Glancing at the time in the corner of the screen you see it’s only 12:32.

“Well, this was fun. I love getting to talk to you guys. I love you all so much, take care of yourselves. Goodnight.”

@ billieeilish - sweet dreams princess

And with one final flush of your face you end the live.

Immediately you get another text. This time from Billie.

i hope you’re not actually going to bed

You smile and reply: maybe. maybe not.

well i hope it’s not. call me. i wanna see your pretty face

You take a deep breath. God, you think. My publicist is gonna kill me.

bsf!billie x fem!reader

warnings. slight smut, not proof read. (sorry for poor language in some places.)

—————

One moonlit night, your best friend took you out to go on a ride, as you often did. it was 3AM, dark outside, only the yellowish soft, street lights coating the cars interior through the windows. some quiet music coming from the radio.

billie had one of her hands on the gear panel, and the other gripping the steering wheel. the watch on her wrist glistening a little, as she looked over at you from the passenger seat. the windows were slightly down, as the cool air breezes through your hair, as she watched you, her eyes sparkling. you were so pretty.

billie always been attracted to you, of course- you were gorgeous, but to add to it, you had the sweetest personality ever. and she knew and saw it from the first time she laid her eyes on you, even if unfortunately, that day, 2 years ago, she got to know about your boyfriend, she still couldn’t help but fall in love. she didn’t care about your stupid boyfriend.. she could treat you so much better.

and now her soft fingers gripping your thigh, going just slightly under your skirt, didn’t help at all.. she was nervous, scared to push too much, even if you two had always been touchy. but you never seemed to mind one bit. slightly spreading your legs for her hand.

billie looked at the empty road in front of them again, that shit-eating grin on her pretty face.. as she slowly moved her hand higher up your thigh. she was toying with the fabric of your skirt, so nonchalantly, if she isn’t already shaking herself.

she hit the brakes, speeding up. exactly like your heart. you loved when she went fast. you would go anywhere she takes you..

one moment, and you felt her hand reach the lace of your panties, her fingertips against your heat, as you let out that soft whimper. it was over for her. next thing you know, the car was stopped, and her leaning over to you.

“Backseat.” she whispered, her tone laced with desire, like she couldn’t wait to have you. the look in her eyes told you everything you needed to know.

Oh, this was gonna be a long night..