On the couch, in the bed, kitchen counter or stairs…
warnings: SMUTTTT!!! fingering, oral, strap on…
a/n: felt like writing smut after A WHILE. Kinda love it 😋
On the couch: Your fingers grip the couch back so tight, your knuckles turn white while your back arches into her. You hear groans and moans behind you, while your own moans are muffled by the pillow you bite into. Billie’s grip on your hips is for sure leaving bruises in the morning. But how could you care about that if she’s pounding so good into you? Your juices cover your thighs and her hips.
She’s been fucking you from behind for what feels like hours now. Maybe you should’ve paid more attention to her at dinner so she wouldn’t be so mad at you.
“Little brat… you like this, don’t you?”
She groans through her clenched jaw.
“Making me mad just to be bent over on the couch later… right?”
Your moans are answer enough when her strap hits all the right places in you. You clench tight around her, and she only grins at the feeling.
“Don’t you dare come yet, you slut.”
In the bed: Billie’s fingers are buried deep in your pussy while her lips leave marks on your neck. Your eyes flutter shut, and your mouth hangs open. Mascara is smudged all over your cheeks from all the times she made you come and cry.
“Gonna come again for me, pretty girl?”
Her voice is teasing against your skin, and you can only nod as you feel yourself getting closer every time her fingers pump into you.
“Use your words, baby.”
You whine, and your walls clench around her.
“Yes… p-please…”
You moan, and she grins against your neck.
Kitchen counter: your legs are wrapped around Billie’s hips. Her fingers slip under your shirt and trace over your bra as she kisses you messily.
In the sink are still dirty dishes from the family dinner earlier. Every time you tried to focus on the conversations, you felt Billie’s hand on your thigh, and the second the last guests left, you got picked up and set on the kitchen counter. And here you are.
All Billie did was kiss you, and without her even properly touching you, your panties are already soaked. You moan into the kiss when her fingers slip under your bra to cup your boobs.
On the stairs: All you wanted to do was bring the laundry upstairs, but somehow you ended up sitting on the stairs with Billie’s head buried between your legs. You lean back, and the sharp edge of the wooden stairs pokes into your back. The pain only adds more pleasure to the way she flicks her tongue over your clit. Her hands grab your thighs to spread your legs when you try to close them.
