The Way I’d Let These Women Slut Me Out Is Actually Insane.

i’m writing a fuckboy billie fic rn but i lowkey hate it so i need help

thank you babesss

tell me you think of me | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. you’re fed up of billie bringing home different girls every night. that’s until one night when you overhear something of interest in one of her one night stands.

warnings. smut, forced sub!billie, degrading, fingering, oral, harsh words,

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your roommate, billie eilish, was very active to say the least. you’d been frustrated recently as she’s been bringing home different women every week. her sex drive was fucking crazy. and it wouldn’t bother you if they were a little quieter. but you were certain the entire neighbourhood could hear what was going on.

“you’re up late.” she commented as she walked into the kitchen where you were drinking some tea.

“so are you.” you retorted, it came off more aggressive than you’d intended.

“fair point.” she raised her eyebrows swiftly as she turned around and opened the fridge to get some water. you stayed silent, waiting for her to speak, but she didn’t.

“shouldn’t you be getting back to the girl.” you said, in a somewhat mocking tone.

“what? you jealous?” she smirked, her eyes giving you that same look she always did when she was flirting.

“of how many bitches you’re getting? yeah lowkey.” you chuckled, knowing that wasn’t what she meant.

“i meant that you’re not one of them.” she clarified, taking a sip of her water.

“i bet you think of me when you’re with them.” she grinned at the comment before taking another sip.

“hm, i wouldn’t need to if you’d become one of them.” she repeated and smiled cheekily, knowing she’d insinuated that she does think of you.

“i’d never be one of your bitches. you wouldn’t want me as one either.” you scoffed, shaking your head.

“no? i think i would.” she continued this ruse.

“well stop trying to fuck me and go fuck her, it’s what your best at.” she laughed.

“ok ma’am.” she saluted you as she disappeared into her bedroom and you rolled your eyes. you got up from the chair and headed towards your room which was next to hers, in the hopes that they’d go to sleep now.

however, they obviously weren’t tired. pretty much two minutes into your slumber they were already going at it. you groaned into your pillow. as you lifted your head, prepared to put both of your pillows on either side, something caught your ear.

you chalked it up to delusion and tiredness and brushed it off. what was even weirder was the sudden silence after it. and then, the room erupted into shouts of god knows what, you heard billies bedroom door open and slam shut, and then open and slam shut again. they’d moved into the living room.

you decided to get out of bed to see what the commotion was about, and somewhat to confirm your supposed delusions. so you opened your bedroom door and you saw a blonde girl, who’s eyes widened at the sight of you.

“is that her?” she seethed as you looked at billie, confused as ever. she avoided eye contact with you, however. “is that the girl who’s name you moaned while fucking me? she doesn’t even look anything like me.” she was borderline screaming now. and your mouth nearly fell open in shock of her confession.

“sarah, calm down.” billie said trying to move closer to her. the girl raised her eyebrows as she chuckled.

“wow, they really were right about you. you’re a fucking bitch.” she said to billie and your mind told you she deserved it, although your heart ached for her. however it didn’t seem to affect her that much. “my name is vicki, but close.” the blonde shook her head as she stormed out.

“wow bils, that was a joke, i didn’t think you were serious about thinking of me.” she glared at you, tongue poking her cheek.

“shut up, it just slipped out.” she held her head in her hands as she let out a sigh. she looked up at you, as if expecting you to say something. “is that it?” she asked.

“is what it?” you asked confused.

“i really thought you’d tease me more.” she seemed releaved that she wouldn’t have to relive the experience.

“it’s gone to my head already, my ego is soaring so high i don’t even need to tease you.”

“all that just ‘cause i moaned your name in bed with that bitch. seems like you enjoyed it a little too much.” she was testing you and you liked where it was going.

“well it seems like thinking about me is the only way for you to truly get off, so imagine what the real deal would feel like.” you moved closer to her, as she stayed silent, obviously not expecting you to snap back. “too bad you’re too busy fucking those other girls.” you turned away, intending to go back to your room but billie grabbed your arm pulling you back.

“wait.” she said simply, as if she didn’t know what to say to get what she wanted.

“hm?” you cocked your head to the side, mocking her flustered state, it wasn’t like her to act like this. it was surely the embarrassment radiating off of her which was messing with her confidence. “well if you don’t tell me what you want i can’t help you.” you shrugged, giving her the chance to speak up. and you were fucking delighted when she did.

“i want you.” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you needed to hear it again.

“sorry, what?” you almost laughed and she glared at you, signalling she wasn’t going to say it again.

“please don’t make me say it again.” she was so cute like this, you couldn’t help but give in and kiss her. feeling her lips for the first time. and it felt good, better than you thought. the idea of kissing her had always repelled you due to the amount of mouths she’d kissed before. but now that you were one of them, you were thankful for the experience she had. she was a good fucking kisser.

immediately she tried opening your mouth and dominating as she gripped your shoulders harshly. but you quickly denied her, your hands guiding her hips to the nearest wall as you pushed her against it. she didn’t feel as big now that she was trapped within you.

“fuck.” she moaned between kisses as she beckoned you towards her room. you pulled away immediately.

“i’m not fucking you on those nasty sheets.” she chuckled as you raised an eyebrow smiling softly before you lead her to your room instead. taking off her shirt she’d lazily thrown on. she was left in her underwear, obviously a rushed attempt to get dressed. she grabbed your hips, still fighting for dominance as she forced you onto the bed, taking your own shirt off. she didn’t get far though before you flipped her over and she protested.

“i’m not going to let you fuck me like one of your whores. I know my worth bils.” you said harshly as your knee met her clothed clit and your lips met her neck. she let out a few gasps she hadn’t intended to and you were eager to pull some more from her. your hand traveled down to her pussy while your lips never left her chest.

“mm, fuck.” billie let out as you swiped your fingers gently over her panties. you looked up at her and she was biting her lip to keep herself quiet. not ready to give up that part of herself yet. you weren’t thrilled with that so you dipped one of your fingers in and she gasped.

“god your so wet billie. was that for me or for her?” you asked. as her eyes met yours, they were dark and angry. it was a sight for sore eyes as she squirmed underneath you, clearly uncomfortable but craving it all the more.

“you baby, all for you baby.” she said insincerely, as if she was mocking you.

“fine be a bitch then.” you kept your one finger deep inside her hole but didn’t move it. she whined as she tried to ride your finger. you laughed at her desperation.

“huh, if only all your bitches could see you like this, riding my finger in desperation.” she whimpered. she fucking whimpered.

“what was that?” you asked her and she huffed in defeat.

“for fucks sake just move your goddamn finger.” she exclaimed, so you complied by pulling it out, attempting to stifle the grin on your face.

“hm?” was all you said to her whines of discontent.

“come on, stop teasing.” she said finally, looking into your eyes. you couldn’t say no to her. she was so gorgeous.

“what do you want then?” you asked, once again. out of adoration though, genuinely wanting to give her anything she asked for. she made you so weak.

“please just fuck me.” as soon as she said the words it felt like war was over. you added a second finger and used them to spread her hole, only curling them slightly when you reached the deepest point. her head fell back on the pillow as she moaned your name, for real this time. and it sounded incredible.

“i told you moaning my name like this would feel better, bils.” you kissed her cheek softly, contrasting to the ever growing pace of your thrusts into her pussy. she cried at your words as you played with her clit, using your index and thumb. the noises coming out of her could’ve made you cum just like that.

“your such a fucking slut, billie.” she whined, taking your words in. “fucking all those girls, i’m the only one that counts though, right?” she nodded when you added pressure to her clit. you felt her tightening around you. you were so turned on.

“tell me you think of me when you fuck them.” you breathed, your heart picking up the pace as her thighs squeezed your wrist.

“tell me, bils” you repeated when she didn’t reply, and when all you got were some pathetic nods and breathy gasps, you pulled your fingers out of her.

“what the fuck.” she whined, slowly coming down before looking you in the eyes as you spoke again. “i need to hear you say it baby.” you smirked as she rolled her eyes.

“yes, i think of you, i can’t get off if i don’t. every single girl i’ve fucked in that room, i’ve pretended was you. is that what you want to hear you fucking narcissist.” she spat, but all you could do was smile. you’re fingers returned to her clit, however in a different way than before. they were now spreading her lips open so that you could access her pussy with your mouth.

“fuck.” she breathed as you sucked her clit harshly, and lapped at all the juices that had collected. you couldn’t help moaning at the taste of her. your tongue continued your attack on her clit as she tugged on your hair, causing you to moan again. the feeling of her heat in your face and her hands in your hair was too much. she began to ride your tongue as it darted in and out of her hole.

“oh my god.” she moaned as her thighs squeezed your head and her hands became desperate, tugging on your hair aimlessly. you replaced your tongue with your fingers, bringing your lips to her clit to suck it at the same time. she cried out as she clenched around your fingers, releasing. it felt so good to feel her tightening around you.

“you’re so pretty when you behave.” you breathed, bringing your mouth up to kiss her. it was a sweet kiss.

“holy fuck.” she gasped, her baby hairs sticking to the sides of her face and her eyes glossy. she looked so fucking hot underneath you.

“what?” you smiled down at her.

“that was so fucking hot.” she admitted looking up at you. “you’re too good at that.” she said making you laugh out of pride.

“don’t bring up the suggestion of me being one of your bitches ever again.” you said quietly. she smiled.

“look, i’m sorry for being such a dick. i was just so frustrated that you kept rejecting me.” she said honestly.

“i thought all you wanted was a quick fuck.” you replied defensively.

“yeah i did make it seem that way didn’t i.” you nodded when she said this.

“let me grab a towel to clean you up.” you said after a moment of silence, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom before returning with a warm towel.

“thank you.” she smiled sweetly, and you couldn’t believe this was the same billie from an hour ago. you kissed her cheek tenderly, savouring the moment.

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

over the counter

The cabinet rattles above the sink as I grip onto it, the cold marble of the counter top digging into my skin as Billie stands behind me, her breath tickling the back of my neck. I can feel her eyes on me, a hungry look that sends a thrill down my spine. I know what she wants, what she craves, and tonight, I’m going to give it to her. She’s been teasing me all day with her subtle glances and brushes of our hands, and I can’t wait any longer.

Her hands are firm as they grip my hips, pulling my ass towards her as she steps closer, her black nails digging into my skin through my oversized t-shirt and mini shorts. The anticipation has my heart racing, the beat of my pulse echoing in my ears. Her breath is warm against my skin as she leans in, whispering in my ear, “Ready for me, baby?”

I whimper in response, nodding my head slightly. Billie’s words I’ve grown to crave, and she knows exactly how to push my buttons. She slides her hand up the inside of my shirt, her palm flat against my stomach as she unclasps my bra. The cool air of the kitchen meets my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. She peels my shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside without a fucking care in the world.

"Billie, please," I murmur, my voice trembling with need.

Her response is a dark chuckle, and she takes a step back, her fingers tracing down my spine, making me bend down, onto the marble.

"Patience, sweetie," she says, her voice dripping with amusement.

I feel her hand caress my back, moving down to the waistband of my shorts. She takes her sweet time, dragging the zipper down, the metal cool against my skin. I bite my lip to keep from begging, my eyes squeezed shut, as she tugs the material down, revealing my lacy black underwear that has a little bow in the front.

"You're wearing the one I bought you, good."

Her hand lingers on the fabric for a moment before she yanks them down with a force that has me gasping. She steps closer, her chest pressing into my back, her hardened nipples grazing my skin.

"Now, let's see what I have here," she whispers, her fingers slipping under the fabric, finding my already wet pussy.

I moan, arching my back, pushing myself onto her fingers. Billie chuckles darkly, her grip tightening, her index finger circling my clit.

"You're so eager."

Her voice sends waves of desire crashing through me, and I want to turn around and kiss her, but she won’t let me. This isn’t the time for sweetness; it’s the time for her to take what she wants, and for me to give it to her.

Her hand moves down, parting my folds, and then slides in, the digit sinking deep. I cry out, my legs wobbling.

"Spread 'em," she commands, and I obey, my knees knocking together slightly as I spread my legs apart.

Her finger pumps in and out of me, the sensation overwhelming. My pussy clenches around her, desperate for more. She adds another, stretching me, filling me, and I know she’s just getting started.

Her thumb finds my clit again, pressing down hard as she picks up the pace. She’s rough, but it’s exactly what I need, what I want from her. I can feel my orgasm building, the tension in my body tightening like a coil ready to spring.

"You're mine," she murmurs, her breath hot against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes," I whimper, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her other hand wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me feel it, but not enough to cut off my air.

"Who's pussy is this?"

"Yours," I moan, the word barely leaving my mouth before she squeezes harder.

"Whose slut are you?"

"Your slut," I pant, my hips rocking back to meet her thrusts.

"Good girl," she purrs, her grip loosening just a bit.

Her fingers are a blur inside me now, the friction delicious as she adds a third. I can feel my legs trembling, my whole body tense with pleasure.

"You're going to come for me, aren't you?"

I nod frantically, unable to form words.

"Use your fucking words." she demands.

"Yes, Billie. I whine, desperation lacing every sound.

"That's it," she whispers

The pressure builds and builds until I’m sobbing for release, my nails digging into the marble, leaving marks behind. Then, with a final, brutal thrust, she hits my g-spot, and I come, my body spasming, my vision going white.

"Billie, Billie, Billie," I chant, my voice hoarse.

Her fingers slow, but don’t leave me, continuing to play with me as the aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through my body.

"Look at you," she says, her voice filled with satisfaction, "Dripping wet for me, aren't you? hm?"

I nod again, unable to do much else as she pulls her hand away.

"Good, but we're not done yet."

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posted on October 1st 2024 || not proofread.

oh my god

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❀ pair: biker!billie eilish x fem!reader

✰ summary: Sometimes, all you need is autumn and a biker girlfriend for life to feel complete.

✯ warnings: fluff, !ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

The soft and just as equally harsh crunch of the leaves underneath your shoes made you feel a sense of contentment as you walked outside of your house, your hands tucked into the pockets of your coat. 

Your head turned to look around yourself, a perfect autumn day was what it was around you. Leaves slowly falling from the large trees on the side of the road. Orange, red, brown and yellow. They all varied and from how you looked at it, not one time was there ever two same ones, there were two yellows, but one had a hole in it, the other was perfect, there were two red ones, but one was a leaf of an oak, the other one of sugar maple, there were two browns, but one’s lines were different, fainter than the other’s, there were two orange ones, but one was still perfect, unharmed and freshly fallen from its tree, the other older and crunched up.

All different but just as beautiful.

Often how people were described.

So unalike but still the same.

Life was funny. Sometimes you felt like the prettiest leaf of the season, brightly standinding out from the crowd in your striking yellow, red, orange or brown colour, but sometimes you felt like just the most ordinary of them all, sometimes a hole in your heart, sometimes from different groups and cliques, sometimes even the smallest differences from other people made you frustrated and sometimes you were just simply crumbling apart.

But that was true for everyone. Just in different fonts.

A soft smile rested on your face as you stopped on the edge of the road, your cheeks rosy. You eagerly waited for her arrival, butterflies flying around in your tummy and your heart beating irregularly fast against your chest.

When the loud purr of a motorcycle engine roaring down the street hit your ears, your head snapped from side to side until they landed on her. The black motorcycle was a contrast to the colourful surroundings as it flew closer and closer to you. You could see her dark, silky hair flowing in the wind behind her, coming out from underneath her black helmet.

When the vehicle came to a stop just a couple metres away from you, you flinched slightly at the loudness of it, hands flying out of your warm pockets to cover your ears until she turned it off and you finally dropped them, the sound of her cheeky laugh hitting your ears making you smile.

She climbed off the motorcycle and took off the helmet, her hair flowing in the wind freely once more and suddenly time slowed like you were in a movie, watching your high school crush from the parking lot secretly. 

The sound of her voice snapped you out of it then as she walked closer. “Hey, pretty” Your eyes met and your smile grew.

“Hello, Bill” Billie’s steps came to a stop in front of you, helmet forgotten and placed onto the seat of the motorcycle. Her eyes scan over the rosiness of your cheeks in the cool air, the way your hands are stuffed deeply in your pockets and her heart melts. 

“You cold, baby?” She asks gently, holding her hands out after taking off her leather gloves which made them warm. You nodded with a small soft hum, taking her warm hands in your cold ones with a sigh. Billie’s lips curled into a smile and she squeezed your hands before dropping them and placing her palms against your cold cheeks, the warmth washing over you like sipping tea on the porch with a blanket in your lap and a book in your free hand.

“You sure you wanna come? We can just stay inside” Your eyes -which you haven’t even realised had closed as you basked in Billie’s warmth- opened and met hers as her words reached your brain.

“No, yeah of course, I wanna come.” You nodded and took her hands off your face. “It’s not that cold” 

Billie sighed, eyes searching your face for any kinds of uncertainty, but found none. “Alright, let’s go then, hm?” 

You nodded again and then you felt her lips on yours, warm and welcoming as they moved against your own. You let out a small sigh into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed but then she pulled back with a last peck and a smile. Her hands let go of yours and put her gloves back on, then one of them took your hand again and led you to the motorcycle. 

She held both of your hands again, helping you onto the back of it with a look of amusement and fondness in her eyes as she watched you struggle a bit. When you settled properly she let go of your hands and put on her helmet. Then she climbed on herself, hands gripping the handlebars as she kicked back the kickstand. Your arms wrapped around her torso in a swift motion as the engine roared to life once more, pressing your body to hers as your heart sped up.

Her right hand left the throttle and gave your hands -which were clasped together by Billie’s front- a small squeeze before going back to its place. In a couple moments the motorcycle started moving and your breath hitched slightly, holding Billie tighter. She chuckled, clearly amused by your fear but kept on driving down the street.

It took you a couple minutes to get used to the adrenalin and the pace of the vehicle but once you did, you just relaxed as much as you could and enjoyed the breeze catching in your hair and coat, the colourful trees and fallen leaves on the ground turning into a blur of colours as Billie drove through the small forest next to where you lived.

Your arms were still around her, but now resting on the inside of her jacket for warmth, rubbing her front gently with the back of your fingers as your head turned to all directions each time you saw something interesting or thought you saw  an animal or such. Billie scolded you light-heartedly a couple of times already for moving around so much, saying something about balance and accident but it was muffled by her helmet, the engine and the wind.

The drive was mostly peaceful and you felt okay, holding the love of your life in your arms as the two of you rode through the forest. Everything made sense and you wanted to be nowhere else, only there, in her presence, on her motorcycle with her reassuring words on each sharp turn. So what if life sometimes felt shitty or other times good? With her it all disappeared and it felt like you were free of all problems.

Soon, when the motorcycle came to a stop, your head lifted from the place between Billie’s shoulder blades, curiously looking around. It was a lakeside, the sun reflecting on the clear water as well as the colourful trees surrounding it. Your head snapped back to your girlfriend when she got off the bike after securing it to the ground and taking off her helmet again. She shot you a big smile and took your hands, helping you off which turned out to be a little unsuccessful, because your right foot caught onto the side of the bike and you fell into her, resulting with her landing on the leaf covered ground with you on top of her.

And while a gasp left your lips, a loud laugh left hers and she held you tighter as she threw her head back, leaves sticking to her hair. You looked at her, the frown of worry leaving your face as it broke into a smile then a small laugh escaped you, too. 

“God, how the hell did you even do that?” Billie shook her head, looking at you as her hands flattened on your back and fingertips pressed into your flesh comfortingly. 

Your cheeks heated, making them even more red, as slight embarrassment washed over you and a nervous chuckle came from your mouth. “I-...I don’t know” 

Billie smiled softly when she noticed your embarrassed reaction and she leaned her head up from the ground, pressing her lips to your rosy cheeks. “I’m just teasing, baby. I know you’re clumsy as hell” 

You smiled back at her, letting out a breath of relief. “Oh, yeah” 

She leaned her head back down and your hands came to cup her now cooling face, one tenderly picking the leaf pieces out of her hair. Her own hands rested onto your sides, eyes tracing over all of your features as you cleared her hair. They were filled with love, adoration and gratefulness, pupils blown as her cheeky grin turned into a soft lazy smile. 

“I love you” She murmured quietly and your eyes met hers, heart warming at the look in hers.

“I love you, too” You said back, smiling at her while your hand fell from her hair and joined your other one on her face. You leaned down, pressing your lips together in a gentle, love-filled kiss and it was perfect. Everything was in this moment, the lake, the colourful leaves and trees around you, the soft splash of the lake and the slightly annoying cawing of the crows around while the soft breeze blew through the air. This was where you needed to be, and it didn’t matter why, because this was all you’ll ever need to know in your life, that you have her, and she has you and you have each other. Forever and always.

REQUESTS OPEN! ♡

i’m still alive 😛😛

Can we get dom Billie that’s a talker? Like asking if you like that, saying you look good, sound pretty, talking through it, and then sub reader actually pleasuring dom Billie in the same fic. I feel like most fics don’t have Billie getting what’s hers unless she’s a sub but dom Billie deserves it too!!

Thank you if you write something for this! Genuinely love your writing! Have a great day/night!💕

sorry this took me so long to get to, thank you so much bby 💖

babbles

hey😊😊😊 can you do a smut where billie and reader are recording them getting freaky and then after when billie is performing oxytocin the visuals are before they get too into it yk somewhat like the visuals she had during the concert last night and reader is gagged but not mad bc they made jokes of billie making it the visuals but she didn’t think she’d do it gxg freaky scissoring and strap idk and yeah 😊😊

this one’s WILD i can’t lie to you

‘wanna make you yell

real

sometimes i see a photo of billie eilish and i have the sudden urge to scream cry and admit myself into an insane asylum because it’s not fair

Lil

I miss you 😪

Come back

Please 🧎🏻‍♀️ pretty pleaseeeeee

I PROMISE I DIDNT LEAVE BABEEE

i ❤️ you

*holds a g*n to ur head* FKN WRITE 😭😭😭😭

… im SO sorry i literally will rn i swear 👀