YES MA'AM | b. eilish smut requested.
synopsis: billie's the big ceo of the company and your boss. she's snarky, condescending, and hovers over you like a hawk. you mess up big and are late on your work, leading you to extreme consequences.
contains: gxg, thigh riding, fingering, oral, spanking, hair pulling, degrading, praising, semi-public sex, sex against a window, exhibitionism, heavy use of "yes/no ma'am", perv billie (if you squint)
pairings: dom,switch!billie x sub,switch!you
⤷ wc: 6.7k
black kitten heels clicked against the luxury vinyl that was perfectly laid out to match the cold vibe of the office building. each step you took seemed to quicken, matching the beat of your heart that was hammering against your rib cage with a fury that almost knocked the wind out of you. the feeling wasn't new to you— you were an overly anxious person. anxiety about relatively anything consumed your day to day life, but especially in social situations.
parties made you anxious, work gatherings made you anxious, simple conversations spiked your hear rate just a little. you barely ever went out because the thought of having to talk to new people and make new connections lowkey made you sick. one thing that made you anxious beyond comprehension is your boss, billie.
you applied to be an assistant for the ceo at some large record label company months ago. the thought of it was nerve racking, of course, but you had hoped it would be an appropriate opportunity to grow out of your anxiety coated shell. quickly after submitting your application, you were called in for an interview. that's when you met billie.
normally, billie didn't like to sit in on interviews. she either didn't have time, or didn't care. whoever got hired was going to get treated the same in her mind so it wasn't a big deal as to what they looked like, talked like, really anything. but she was the ceo, and the position was for the ceos assistant, so she sat in her large leather chair and listened through every single interview.
you wouldn't have had any idea, but billie payed a little extra attention to your interview. between shaky breaths and racing thoughts, you hadn't noticed that her eyes trailed over you during that interview— practically eye fucking you without shame. from your well-fitted blouse that hugged the curves of your chest to your black slacks that accentuated your hips, even as you sat in the uncomfortable chair. it caught the ceos attention beyond her thinking that you were well put together and sophisticated enough for the job.
the wind had been blowing, people racing everywhere on the busy streets of new york, and you hadn't been out of the office for more than ten minutes before you got a call saying that you were hired. excitement had coursed through your veins which was a new emotion for you. a wave of nausea would normally hit you at such big opportunities with such big change.
when you started working, everything seemed fine and dandy. billie was short, quiet— but you appreciated it. her stoic nature meant you didn't have to say much to her, all you had to do is preform the tasks she asked you to do which were easy. maybe at first she didn't expect much from you which seemed fair, however, things started to shift about a month and a half in.
little comments that had such a condescending tone to them, bitchy remarks, mean requests. you had been warned that billie wasn't an easy person to work with but you assumed her shortness was the extent of it. man, had you never been so wrong in your life. it soon felt like nothing you did was right even though you put your all into it. it didn't help that your anxiety caused you to shake and stammer— the frequent victim of billie's relentless snarkiness.
now, you could have quit or stood up for yourself or do anything but sit there and take it. but you needed this job. it was bringing you out of your shell in ways you didn't think were possible. new friends were being made, new connections, and opportunities blossomed in front of you the more you grew inside the company. you figured you just had to get used to billies antics. plus, her condescending attitude turned you on in ways you'd never utter out loud.
but as your hand comes up to shakily knock on the large wooden door, you realize you're not used to billie and probably never will be.
"come in." her voice is low, stern. it always sat in your ears and rested in the back of your mind, even long after she was done speaking. no one could ever forget her voice but especially not you— often having to squeeze your thighs together at certain things she said. "when are you gonna learn that you're the only person in this damn building that doesn't have to knock on my door?"
she doesn't look up from the paper she's reading, rectangle glasses low on her nose while her long, dark brown hair curtaining the sides of her face. her outfit was simple but sexy— white button up with grey stripers, a black and white striped tie, and black slacks. you almost choke when you see a perfect black heels on her feet, the shoes almost identical to yours.
"sorry miss eilish," your voice comes out small. it always comes out small. desperately trying to steady your shaking hand in order to lower her coffee down onto the table in front of her, you avoid eye contact and fight tooth and nail to gather yourself.
"good job," billie looks up at you now, smirking that damn smirk that makes your stomach drop every time. a blush spreads across your cheeks and she admires it, loving that she has such an effect on you. "let's not have a repeat of last time, yeah?"
you just nod, words not being a good idea at the moment. you busy yourself with placing the three files that were tucked under your arm on her desk in order, eyes rapidly scanning them to make sure they're in order.
"it's not complicated, y/n." billie's voice soothes out but her tone is far from soothing. "you're just making it that way."
lips part as a shaky exhale escapes, cheeks flushed a deep red as you finally stop fidgeting with the files. you don't look at her, you didn't need to. the weight of her stare burned heavy into the side of you face while you picked up different papers to put them in other, separate files.
billie leans back in her chair as she watches you— hands in her lap with a smirk tugging on the corners of her mouth. normally, she wasn't this condescending. she could actually be really sweet if you got to know her. none of her friends or family or anyone close to her would say she's a mean person. blunt, short, stoic, yes. but never mean. however, some people in the office would say she's mean and difficult. few would say she's condescending. but no one could say they've heard the tone she uses when speaking to you.
from the day you walked into her office for the first time, billie could tell you were an anxious person. she clocked that you were socially anxious, easy to command, and most easy to fluster. watching you stammer and shake after a little snarky remark was something she loved. it wasn't in a sick way, she found it cute and somehow extremely arousing. she loved how red your cheeks got, how your words became incoherent, how you became almost desperate to regain her pleasure.
what she loved most of all is things about you that you had no idea drove her wild. the way your hair looked perfect constantly, the way your makeup was done to elegantly suit your face, the way you dressed, the way your hips swayed when you walked, the way you sometimes showed so much cleavage it would otherwise get you fired, the way your ass looked when you bent over a desk to look at something. many times she wanted to walk past you and brush her hand over it. and many times you wished she would.
"when you're done with that," a sigh falls from her full lips as she turns in her chair, getting up slowly. "bring me your work from tuesday."
"yes ma'am," you flash a simple smile at her while you collect the last of the papers on her desk, shuffling them into a binder quickly. a few fall, scattering across the desk and floor. your heart jumps as you realize what just happened. billie is already turning towards you, frustration written all over her pretty face as she watches your scramble to fix your mistake.
"slow down. you're rushing because you're nervous." her tone wasn't angry but it wasn't kind either.
well no shit. you thought but you didn't dare say it out loud.
quick little steps get you out of your office and down the hall to the large room filled with desks and filing cabinets. you stop at a large black one, opening the third drawer, sliding the binder into place. maybe because you're used to it, or maybe because you're distracted by other thoughts— but you don't notice the intensity in which your hands are shaking.
"billie being rough on you this morning?" the voice that chimes from next to you belongs to a coworker, mia. she's worked here forever and knows her way around, her being the first person that warned you about billie.
"wh-what?" you stammer, abruptly pulled from your thoughts. "o-oh!no, not really— sorta,"
"relax girl, you'll be just fine!" a gentle, encouraging shove is given to your shoulder.
"she's just being her usual self!" you chirp with a faux chuckle, walking away as your smooth your hands over your black, mid-thigh length pencil skirt. within a few minutes, you arrive at your desk, going to sit down before you realize something.
you didn't finish your work from tuesday.
a fat stack of light green folders containing cd sales records towers over your other work on your desk, suddenly the only thing your eyes can focus on. you were supposed to have went over them, made sure they were correct, and organized them in order. organizing them in order never got done. between other projects, phone calls, and your personal life, you had completely forgotten about the cd sales records.
a thumb nail is brought between your teeth as you naw on it, suddenly standing straight up and looking around the office for anything that can save you. as if you could be saved. fucked was beyond a solid word that could be used to describe the situation you're in right now. not once had you been behind on your work and you were not ready to face the consequences.
anxiety is now coursing through your veins like a flash flood causing all of your body to shake. however, you had no choice. through many deep breaths, you pick up the heavy stack of files and slip back through the wooden doors— which happen to be right next to your desk.
"took you long enough." billie sets down her phone on her desk while she watches you to struggle to carry over your work. once you set it on her desk, you pause for a moment before beginning to walk away. "aht. sit down."
another big mistake.
a fear like no other takes over your body as you smooth out your skirt to sit. billie catches the action out of the corner of her eye but quickly puts her head down to check your work. the woman barely ever slipped but something about your simple actions had her almost folding.
silence seemed to stretch on for an eternity as billie skims over the files. her blue eyes check over your pen marks, highlighter marks, your scribbled little notes. everything seemed to be going fine but you're still holding your breath, not even daring to look up at her.
"i'm impressed. genuinely." her voice finally echos through the silent room and it almost makes you jump. she glances towards you but you still can't muster up the courage to look at her. "you're not completely useless."
your stomach turns. "thank you miss eilish."
"now," billie's tone shifts into something darker, more serious. your knuckles turn white as you dig you nails into your palm, bracing yourself for what was coming. "do you wanna tell me why the fuck they aren't in order, y/n?"
"i-im so sorry miss eilish," your head finally snaps up to look at her, eyes wild and cheeks flushed. blue irises swirling with anger, nostrils flared, cheeks slightly flushed— her expression was undoubtedly frustrated. her hands were interlink on her desk, resting over a few of the green files.
"i'll give you another chance." billie states slowly, her body relaxing a little bit. this gives you the false hope that you can relax too which allows your heartbeat to come out of you ears. "you will stay here until nine, then you will come into my office. no earlier, no later. there you can spend your time organizing these files."
"oh, m-miss eilish, i—"
"you wait until i'm done speaking, understand?" billie snaps, eyes sharpening as she stands slowly. subconsciously, your thighs close at her voice, at her words— something about her towering over you immediately turning you on. the action doesn't go unnoticed. billie smirks slightly as she glances down to your thighs, head practically spinning at how they fill out your skirt perfectly.
"yes ma'am." you whisper, looking down at your lap. there's a shuffling of paper before a list is being shoved in your face. you take the paper but don't really read it, the words on the page blurry as your eyes well with tears.
"in the meantime you can do all of those tasks." you nod gently, took unstable to speak. "you're dismissed." without another word, you stand slowly and walk towards the door. head down, arms slack, hips not swaying like they normally do. billie notices your demeanor but doesn't say anything as she's too annoyed with you to care.
"y/n," you turn slightly to look at her. "i know you can do better than this."
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the hours come and go as you work and before you know it, the time reads nine pm. anxiety racks your body again as your mind starts to race. how long you would be here, what exactly you would be doing, what she wanted— these were all things you were very unsure of. billie had told you that you would be sitting and organizing the files but some little voice in the back of your mind told you that she had ulterior motives.
there was no logical reason to have you stay so late and sort the files in her office when she could have sent you back to your desk with them to do it there. but who are you kidding? of course billie wanted to stand over you and watch you sort the files, nitpicking every little thing you did. and you knew that.
another thing that you know is that there's a lot of tension that shifts in the air between the two of you. something about the power dynamic had the air constantly buzzing with a feeling neither of you could really name. so your mind started to wander to other reasons billie would keep you here so late. reasons that have a dull ache begin to grow between your legs.
remembering not to knock, you slowly open the door to her large office before slipping inside, latching the door behind you. billie's sitting exactly how she was earlier but this time, she reacts when she sees you. her hand comes up to take off her glasses before she folds them neatly and sets them on her desk.
you pause at the door for a moment before taking small strides over to her desk, hands twitching nervously as your hips swayed. "you always hesitate right there." billie points out, eyes locked onto you. "why is that?"
"o-oh, i don't notice i do that." a nervous, breathy laugh follows your words as you stop walking, standing in front of her desk. the tension in the room seems to grow thicker by the second. maybe your anxiety is fueling it or maybe it's the slight chance that this will lead to something much greater than sorting files. you hoped deeply that it would.
"sit," billie commands gently as she gets up from her chair, gesturing for you to sit in it. without any more hesitation, you slowly step around her desk, brushing past her. the scent of whatever fragrance she's wearing fills your nose and the smell is almost intoxicating. you keep your head down as you lower yourself into billie's chair. "let's try this again, yeah?"
"yes ma'am." the stack of green folders is pushed in front of you. so much time has already been wasted so you quickly get to work— opening files, checking dates, organizing the papers. billie admires your sudden work ethic, face twisting into something like satisfaction. or maybe she's impressed.
but eventually, you start to falter. her stare and the pressure of it becomes too much. the way she's towering over you, watching you, not saying anything— it's making you dizzy. and you can't help your thighs and the way they repeatedly clench together in order to relieve some of the tension you had caused yourself earlier. you don't even notice. but billie does.
she sits in your chair, which is close to hers, but not close enough. you try hard to hold it together as billie scoots closer to you but your hands begin to shake. "you can do better. so why aren't you?" her tone is mocking, condescending as always.
"sorry ma'am, j-just nervous." your eyes meet hers, your own wide and wild while hers are heavy, calm. "tired."
"if i wanted excuses, i'd ask for them." her hand comes down to lower the file that's in your hands. "im giving you an opportunity to fix this."
"i'm sorry." the short words are all you can say as you look down at the desk. you don't want her to see your incredibly flushed cheeks or that your eyes are welling with tears. but billie sees everything. and she can see that the more she speaks, the closer she gets, the more flustered you become.
"stand up for me." the words hit you like a punch that causes your heart to sink to your ass. with shaky legs, you stand slowly while your head stays down. the weight of her presence is almost unbearable as she steps behind you— the heat of her radiating off her in waves. she's so close to you that her front brushes your back and you can feel her breath tickling the back of your neck. "do i make you nervous, y/n?"
"yes ma'am," you whisper as you turn your head slightly to look at her. her face is right there, nose practically brushing your own, and if you moved any closer your lips would touch. which is what you really want but you wouldn't dare close the gap.
"do i make you so nervous you can't do your work?" her warm hands brush the sides of your arms which causes a shiver to run down your spine. to avoid acting on any temptation, you snap your head back forward to look at the desk as if your stare could burn a hole through it.
"sometimes." you choke out. a gasp falls from your lips when the hands that were on your arms snake around your waist, finding home in the soft curve. the touch was grounding but also insanely dizzying. "yes."
"good," billie says simply, mouth brushing the shell of your ear. "is this okay?"
"yes ma'am."
"look at me and tell me you're proud of that." her head pulls away slightly so that you can turn yours to look at her. however, her face is still inches away and you can't help but steal glances at her lips as you answer her.
"but i'm not proud of it." your voice is still a whisper, anxiety not allowing you to speak in any other form. the grip on your waist tightens briefly before hands slip down to your hips. a noise catches in your throat when you feel her step impossibly closer— ass being spooned gently by her pelvis. "m-miss eilish."
"hmm?" no answer. you can't muster out the words. "use your words, im not guessing for you." her strong hands squeeze your hips causing you to choke out a little squeak, followed by a gasp. "you want to say something— so say it."
"i-i don't— know," hands travel down to your thighs, feeling the fabric of your skirt, before they slip back up your body and rest on your waist again. before you can help it, your body is leaning back against her, head tilting to the side slightly in hopes her mouth would find the soft skin of your neck.
"i can see why you struggle." billie hums out as her nose nudges the side of your neck. the anxiety that flows through you is now more of an arousal that you had no words for. you can barely think straight as billies fingers curl into the thin fabric of your flowy, white blouse and begin to tug it upwards. "is this okay?"
"yes ma'am." you breathe out, head slightly falling back to rest on her shoulder. she welcomes the action by finally brushing your neck with her incredibly soft lips and it takes everything in you not to verbally react.
"you want to do well so badly," billie's tone is now teasing, still mocking, and incredibly arousing. she pulls your blouse out from your skirt, the shirt becoming untucked and loose at your sides. "it's almost painful to watch. you wanna do well for me?"
"yes ma'am."
"good girl," an open mouthed kiss is placed on your neck as her hands slip under the hem of your blouse to feel the smooth skin of your waist. your eyes squeeze shut while your jaw goes slack, unable to contain your reactions to her touch any longer. you brace yourself against the desk with just your fingertips as you heavily lean against her and into her touch. "bend over the desk for me."
"yes ma'am." you slide the files forward and bend over the desk, holding yourself up on your forearms while your ass presses heavily against her crotch. every limb in your body is now buzzing with excitement as your stomach twists with nerves.
her hands waste no time in smoothing over your ass through your skirt, her own head running at a million miles an hour. "good. just like this." your pussy clenches around nothing, clit straining against your panties, mind suddenly hyper aware of how needy you are. "do i have your consent to go further?"
"yes miss eilish." at that, you feel your skirt get lifted over your ass, bunching up at your hips. there's a slight pause— billie admiring the way you look bent over. the next thing you feel is your sheer tights being pulled down which exposes your black panties. the cool air that hits you allows you to feel the wet spot thats soaked your underwear.
warm hands trail up your now bare thighs as she speaks. "start sorting the files again." her voice is barely above a whisper, tone still commanding. "try not to mess up."
"yes ma'am," you fan out the files in front of you, opening them to read all the dates on the papers. as you're doing so, you feel billie's hands come up to kneed your ass, a low groan slipping from the back of her throat. thumbs hook into the waistband of your panties before they're slowly being dragged down your legs.
"look at you," billie coos, hands back on your ass to spread you open. slick parts when she does so, connecting from your clit to your folds. "so wet for me, it's almost embarrassing."
a low whimper escapes your lips when you feel billies thumbs gently separate your pussy, spreading it slowly in a way thats beyond teasing. she repeats the actions a few more times, watching as you somehow get wetter and wetter. one of her hands comes down to gently rest on the curve of your ass, grounding you, while the thumb on her other hand gently brushes over your clit.
the action causes you to falter, lowering the paper slightly as your head dropped. "is this too much for you?" you can hear her smirk in her voice as she bends over you slightly, her thumb now putting pressure on your swollen clit. immediate pleasure blooms from your core through your lower half as you gasp— leaning into her touch subconsciously.
"no ma'am." you shake your head weakly, your neat bun falling out slightly which allows strands of your hair to frame your face. billie doesn't say another word, instead running her thumb through your soaked folds, the action pulling a moan from you.
you try hard to focus on your work but your brain is foggy. every sense is clouded by lust. the words on the papers blur together as your eyes become unfocused, ears practically ringing, every nerve in your bidy tingling.
a shockwave of surprise hits you when billies hand cracks down onto your ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room. you immediately nod in approval as you arch your back against her. "read them out loud. since you can't seem to focus."
"qu-quarter one of j-january twenty—" another smack as her middle digit simultaneously slips into your entrance. your body jolts forward while a breathy, high-pitched moan falls from your open mouth. white-hot pleasure spreads through your legs and torso as billie gently begins to move her finger in and out of your hole.
"start in twenty twenty five." she spits, hand smoothing over the red mark on your cheek, calming the sting. "you know this y/n."
you continue to speak, reading out the dates as you place the papers in order. your hands shake as you slip them into their folders and stack those folders in order. billie adds another finger, smiling as she watches you stammer while your body reacts to her touch. the pads of her two digits massage your walls and its almost dizzying how wet and tight you are.
when her fingers curl, brushing against your g spot, is when you falter. the paper falls onto the desk as you let go, head dropping between your arms as your thighs tremble slightly. whimpers and moans spew from you like a liquid, unable to contain yourself as the pleasure builds.
because you'd stopped, billie brings her hand down onto your ass, harder this time. "did i say you could stop?"
"n-no ma'am." the paper is picked up again and you continue to read them out loud. just as you start to read the last one, billie's thumb comes down onto your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bud. "quarter o-one of nov— no— dece-"
smack.
"you were doing so well...what happened?" billie murmurs against your shoulder as she bends over, pressing her crotch back against your ass. the feeling of emptiness hits you as she retracts her hand, her fingers slipping out of you with a quiet pop. it takes everything in you not to whine back back up against her as if you were to try to chase her touch.
"m-miss eilish!" the whimper you let out is like music to her ears.
as much as she'd love to keep going— have you bent over, under her control as she breathes out snarky remarks that make you clench around her, she can't. billie wants to see more of you, hear more of you, do more to you.
you find yourself being guided to stand upright before soft, full lips are on yours. you melt into her kiss immediately. satisfaction washes over you as her hand comes up to cup the side your face, the other one resting heavy on your hip. there were many days you'd spend in her office with her where you'd steal glances at her mouth and wondering what it would be like to kiss her.
your blouse is quickly discarded, as well as your heels and sheer tights that were bunched at your knees. this left you in a red lace bra and your skirt that was wrinkled at your waist. before you know it, you're being backed up till your back hits one of the large windows that were behind her desk. the whole back wall of her office was windows— ones that went from floor to ceiling.
"turn around and bend over." billie says lowly, hands still on your hips as you turn around. anxiety is back as you bend over, placing your palms flat against to window to hold yourself up. lights are on the office building across from yours and a few people are moving about inside. cars rush down below, people crowding the street, the city still well alive at only nine-forty pm.
that's when you realize people can see you. clearly see you. and that's what billie wants. if you weren't delirious with arousal before, you definitely are now. the more you think about people watching you, completely fucked out and under billie's control as she makes it worse for you, the more your pussy spasms and clenches around nothing.
warm, teasing hands trail up your backside before her skilled fingers are back on your pussy. billies middle and ring finger rub gentle circles over your aching hole, collecting an insane amount of slick, before slipping them back in. your head drops between your outstretched arms as the pleasure begins again. but that doesn't last long.
billies non-busy hand tangles into your hair, yanking your head back up. "pick your fuckin' head up." she pants out, sweat building on her forehead as she continues to pump her arm back and forth. "watch them watch you get fucked."
your eyes crack open— a look of pure sex washed over your face. when you see them, it's impossible to look away. two women in the mirroring office building, on the floor below the one that matches yours. they're staring, mouths open, switching glances between each other and the two of you.
"you like that, huh?" billie's voice is now husky, deep, like she's been talking for hours on end. she could feel your cunt tightening around her fingers, gushing all over her palm the more you stared at the other women.
"yes ma'am," you moan out, eyes closing finally when you see the two women quickly shuffle away, the lights in that room going out. but you knew there was probably someone, somewhere else, watching. and the thought still turned you on.
billie didn't respond. she just keeps finger fucking you, curling her fingers everytime they push all the way in. her thumb finds home on your aching clit again, gently going over it with the perfect speed. uncontainable noises come from you— moans, whines, whimpers, pleas. you head is let go of as her tattooed hand slithers down to grip your shoulder in order for her to pull you back onto her fingers.
"getting so loud for me, such pretty sounds." she coos gently, curling her fingers to drag more whimpers out of you. her eyes drop from your ass to watch her fingers get sucked greedily into your cunt. fluids coated her fingers and palm, her hand glistening in the low light of her office. "my hands so fuckin' soaked because of you."
"m-miss eilish... im so close," you whimper, trying to look back at her.
"you look at me like you're waiting for approval," billie chuckles lightly, movements slowing down to a torturously slow speed. she shakes her head gently which causes you to let out a pathetic whine. "and you hate when you don't get it."
she stills her fingers but keeps them in, curling them just right so that they rub against your g spot. a verbal command to not cum isn't given but through her actions its said. her thumb stays pressed against your clit and she can feel it pulsing with desperate need. "you want me to go easy on you?"
"no m-ma'am." you hiccup slightly, eyes welling with tears as you turn back to look out the window.
"no?" she mocks, tilting her head as your eyes lock in the reflection. "then act like it." her pace quickens again, thumb going back to working you perfectly, and you can feel a knot in your stomach form.
your thighs begin to shake feverishly as you pussy clenches around her thrusting fingers. "im s-so sorry, m-miss eilish ," you gasp, head tipped backwards as the beginning of your orgasm ripples through your body. "i'm t-too close!"
"poor thing," her voice sends you over the edge and your cumming before she can speak again. "cum for me, pretty girl. soak my fuckin' hand."
your orgasm crashes down on you so hard that billie has to slip her arm underneath you to hold you up. starts collide behind your eyelids as pleasure burns through every nerve in your body. mouth open in pure ecstasy— nothing but a silent scream escaping. it takes a few moments to come down from your high but once you do, billies helping your stand and wordlessly guiding you over to the couch thats to the right of her desk.
before she sits down, she slips off her belt, her black slacks following. the next thing that goes is her tie. her mouth connects to yours as she guides your hands up to the top button of her shirt. you get the hint immediately, beginning to unbutton her shirt quickly.
"it's good right there," billie stops you before you can take it off, almost as if shes suddenly shy. as she sits down, she tugs on your skirt until its at your ankles and you're stepping out of it. there's a moment where you get to admire her body and man does it have you frozen in place.
large breasts that were spilling over the cups on her pink bra, toned stomach complete with a belly button piercing, smooth skin that glistened slightly with sweat. what catches your eyes is a large dragon tattoo that expands from her thigh, over her hip, and stops on her lower stomach.
"like what you see?" billie chuckles, motioning for you to come straddle her thigh. you do so gently, hands on her shoulders as her bare thigh slots perfectly between yours. a gasp falls from your swollen lips as you feel her smooth skin brush against your overly sensitive core.
her hands find your hips, grinding you down. the action sends shockwaves of overstimulation through you which causes your stomach to tuck in and hips to lift. mouth open, eyes glossy, cheeks flushes, hair tousled— you're truly a sight for sore eyes. and billie's loving every second of it.
"you can take it, can't you?" her lip is brought between her teeth as she looks up at you with lidded eyes. you notice now that her pupils are blown wider than dinner plates as she watches you slowly begin to ride her thigh.
"yes ma'am." you whimper as the feeling begins to take over. the sound of sticky heat fills the room as you glide your pussy across her thigh, overstimulation turning into pure pleasure. billie thigh gets more coated with your fluids with each pass of you hips which has her pussy clenching with need.
the more wild your hips get, the more you lose balance, you knee scooting forward to press up against you boss's clothed core. the first moan from her all night escapes her lips as she lands a smack of approval on your ass.
"s-so, so close again," you shutter as the fuzzy feeling in your stomach intensifies, spreading through your body to your head. billie doesn't say anything— she just grinds your hips down harder until you're unraveling above her. through your orgasm, you somehow notice her hips grinding gently against your knee. once movements subside, you breathe out an ask; "can i help you, miss eilish?"
"on your knees." the sentence was simple but commanding and it had you slipping off of her and lowering to your knees in seconds. you look up at her through you lashes, the perfect doe-eyed look that drove her crazy. "see? you can listen."
it's clear you don't need to ask so you carefully pull her lacy pink thong to the side, gasping as you watch a string of slick connection from her entrance to the panties. a lustful smile breaks across your face as you collect it with your finger. billie quietly tells you to pull her thong off so you just that, throwing it behind you to be forgotten.
her pussys beyond pretty— shiny with arousal, puffy lips, swollen clit. you watch it throb for a moment before lifting her legs over your shoulders and bringing your head forward. a gentle kiss is placed on her clit and you can already taste her. her hands find the back of your head immediately, not controlling, just needed to hold onto you.
not being able to hold out, you lick a bold stripe up her pussy, moaning when her juices coat your tongue. a high-pitched, feminine moan fills the silence as billie's hips grind down against your mouth. you feel a sharp pain in your back and that's when you realize that her heels are still on, digging into your back as her legs closed.
"more, y/n, fuck!" her moans are just about the prettiest things you've ever heard as they fill your ears and rest deep in your mind. her heels digging into your back turn you on but also hurt and you gently ask her to slip them off. she actually listens, doing so quickly.
your tongue runs circles over her clit, lapping up the fluids there, before you drag it back down to her entrance. that earns you a loud whimper, her fingers tangling into your hair as she practically fucks your face. if you hadn't just came, you probably would have just there on the spot.
"fuck, you gonna let me use that pretty little face?" billie husks out, eyebrows screwed together in pleasure as her back arches, legs falling completely open.
"yes ma'am," you whisper against her pussy, the warm air causing her stomach to dip. you watch intently as her head lulls back, chest heaving, sweating covering her collarbones. her hips are bucking wildly against her face as your tongue flicks over her entrance, nose brushing her clit, desperate for more. billie had never needed someone this badly and she wasn't sure what it was about you that did this to her.
"feels so fuckin' good, god—" the words get caught in her throat as she looks down at you, so lost in pleasure that her eyes are barely open. her grip on your head is tight as she relentlessly grinds against you. she's close, you can tell— pussy tightening and gushing on your tongue. "gonna cum."
you let out a little mhmmm against her pussy and before you both know it, she's cumming all over your tongue. her mind goes blank as her body shakes, pleasure taking complete control of her. she feels completely in heaven as she rides out her high. you help her come down, eventually slowing your movements before you pull away completely.
"jesus y/n, that's the best head ive ever had." billie chuckles, closing her legs as you go pick up her thong in order to put it back on. she pulls you into her lap after, collecting herself in a kiss and she groans slightly when she can taste herself on your tongue.
"well, i didn't do most of the work." you giggle against her lips.
"don't get smart with me now." her hands caress your sides as she scans over you. "so pretty." a blush creeps up your neck and you hide your face behind your hands.
"you gonna be late on your work again?" she asks, tapping your thigh.
"no ma'am."
not proof read bc im lazy but hope you enjoyed :P
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