𝜗𝜚 SWEET DREAMS

such a fuckboy | b.eilish

fwb!billie x fem!reader

context. billie approaches you at an event, but you’re soon reminded that she has others waiting in line for her attention.

warnings. friends with benefits, smut, spit, oral, fingering, teasing.

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her tattooed hand crept behind your back and rested firmly around your hips when she greeted you amidst the crowd.

“hey baby, what’s the frown for?” she commented on your expression, genuine concern spread across her features.

“it’s nothing, i just feel a little out of place here.” you replied, scanning the room once again to be met with unknown faces. you were at some gathering a mutual friend had invited you to, and knowing billie would be there, urged you to go.

“i didn’t expect to see you here, i was surprised. a pleasant surprise of course.” her lips pulled up to one side as she slyly delivered the compliment, a smile forming on your face when she did.

“i didn’t think i was gonna come, but a friend convinced me to. it’s been quite the turnout.” the last was an effort of sarcasm and it made billie chuckle, subconsciously pulling you closer.

“well you look so fucking good babe. it would be a shame to let that go to waste.” her eyes reflected the glistening lights that decorated the venue, as her bottom lip disappeared under her teeth.

“oh yeah? i wonder what your suggestion to fix that would be?” she smiled and was on the verge of finding a witty response before your conversation was interrupted.

“billieee, what’s taking so long? you said you’d be back in a minute.” a blonde emerged from somewhere behind you, her voice whiny and child-like for her age.

“yeah, fuck that’s my bad.” her arm left your body as she let herself get pulled away by one of her other bitches, reminding you of your position.

“i’ll find you. go mingle!” her last desperate words before she was out of your audible range, disappearing with the pretty blonde.

you stood awkwardly for a second, not completely sure what to do with yourself. deciding a drink in your hand would settle your nerves, you headed towards the bar.

“not surprised?” a girl approached you, having heard the last few words of your conversation.

“sorry?” your eyebrows knotted in confusion.

“billie. she’s always wrapped up in someone, you can’t seem to get five minutes alone with that girl. trust me, i know.” she scoffed chewing on the olive from her martini.

“wait, you mean, you? and billie?” you questioned as you were making the connection.

“me and plenty others. she’s ‘been around’ to say the least.” you chuckled when she signalled air quotations with her hands.

“she’s a fuckboy. i’m well aware.” she smirked at the comment.

“well it’s nice to meet another one of billie’s bitches, so to say.” she laughed at her own words.

“yeah, pretty humbling title don’t you think?”

“mm, she picks and chooses.” she shrugged her shoulders as if you were supposed to understand.

“what do you mean?” she paused for a second before speaking, as if not sure of what to reveal.

“well if she’s strung you on for this long it must mean she likes you. most of us get two nights at most before she’s bored.” a twinge of guilt settled in your stomach when she spoke so negatively of billie, who was your friend after all.

“no i mean we’re friends. i’ve know her for years.” you felt like you were bragging somehow, proving your place in billies life, proving to be superior to any other girls concerned.

“damn, i met her last night. im pretty sure she was drunk when she invited me here.” she held back a scoff, continuing the passive aggressive insults. she had been drunk last night, she’d called you.

“that doesn’t sound like her.” you always seemed to find yourself defending her, despite everything you knew. this conversation really hadn’t revealed anything new.

“looks like she’s come crawling back.” she nodded her head towards the girl approaching from behind. and you turned your face to be met with hers.

“back so soon?” you teased and she rolled her eyes. she scanned the girl you were previously talking to, an ounce of recognition clearly present.

“dead weight as usual, who’s this?” billie’s question clearly seemed to upset the girl as her face contorted in anger, but it was obvious she wasn’t surprised.

“honestly, fuck you billie.” she scoffed and walked away, mumbling words of ‘good luck’.

“well that was slightly dramatic.” billie still seemed confused and hadn’t caught on to your comment.

“what was that about?” she turned to place herself in front of you, gently caressing your arms.

“billie. do you seriously not remember?” she smiled awkwardly, catching onto the fact she should know who the girl was.

“uhh, yeah?” she dragged out her words in hesitation.

“you fucked her last night.” her eyes went somewhat wide as she turned to examine the girl.

“no recollection whatsoever of that. to be fair though, i wasn’t really in my right mind, what did she expect.” her nonchalant facade took over as she shrugged her shoulders.

“you invited her here.” her mouth opened in momentary surprise.

“shit, yeah that’s my bad.” she almost chuckled and you couldn’t help shaking your head in disbelief.

“god you’re such a fuckboy.”

“excuse me! i am not.” she huffed, clearly offended.

“oh please.” you rolled your eyes which seemed to annoy her further, her grip on your arms more prominent.

“yeah? say it again.” her tone was demanding but nowhere near the extent of her dominance. she made it almost too easy to counter.

“you’re such a fuckboy, billie.” she narrowed her eyes. “what? you don’t wanna hear it? it’s the fucking truth.” she smiled, clearly recovering from her moment of shock.

“mm,” she paused for a second. “i’ll accept it if you accept your truth.” your eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“tell me.” she was grinning when you urged her to speak.

“you’re just one of my whores, and i know you love it.” she pushed you further against the table behind you, raising her eyebrows to challenge your response.

“maybe, but you can’t deny i’m your favorite.” she smirked, biting the inside of her lip.

“what makes you so sure of yourself, baby?” she was playing with you now, submitting to the tension between you.

“because you never forget your nights with me.” she chuckled, however, still aware of your surroundings. otherwise, she’d have you right there.

“let me take you home.” her nose rubbed against yours tenderly as she placed a kiss on the side of your lips, misdirecting you completely.

“i don’t really want to go home.” you quipped, her eyebrows raising again. her sweet demeanour soon vanished when she spoke again.

“fine by me.” she said simply before forcefully dragging you to go find a spare room. it didn’t take her long either before she found an office type looking room, pulling you inside and locking the door.

“really?” you scrunched your nose up at the room, observing the furniture.

“what? it has a couch. besides, your hardly in the position to complain.” she backed you up against the door as she narrowed her eyes, her black eyeliner doing nothing to make her look less intimidating.

“i guess i shouldn’t put it past you.” she chuckled as her hands traveled to your ass.

“you’re really testing me today, aren’t you sweetheart?” her hands slid under your jeans, threatening the fabric of your underwear as she gripped your bare ass, almost making you jump if you hadn’t been expecting it.

“it’s fun.” this time, your words were almost a whisper, her face so close to yours causing the lower volume.

“mm, it is.” she agreed before bringing her lips to yours, closing the space between you with a kiss. gentle but still firm, her hands doing the work to assert her dominance instead, as she continued palming your ass. her lips left your fairy quickly as she traveled down your neck, the halter top you were wearing giving her easy access.

“billie.” the satisfied mumble left your mouth when her teeth moved the fabric of your top off of your tit, so that her mouth could attach to your nipple. you felt them harden as she sucked and nipped at them, her hands moving to undo your jeans.

“well that was an easy way to shut you up.” her face moved back up to yours and she guided your hips towards the couch, pushing you down as she swiftly followed, climbing on top of you.

“just get on with it.” you rolled your eyes but she clearly didn’t appreciate that. she almost laughed when she closed her hand on your neck.

“i think i’ll take my time, but thanks for the suggestion, baby.” her hand moved to undo the straps of your top, biting her lip when she exposed your tits.

“open up.” her command came with a soft tap of her finger against your lips, one of her hands returning to rest on your neck.

“come on baby, don’t be a brat.” you narrowed your eyes as she brought her face down to yours. when you complied with her request, her spit soon coated the back of your throat, as she closed your jaw, urging you to swallow.

“good girl.” her lips moved towards your tits again, as she began to bite the skin around your nipples, bruising the area. her hands worked quickly to remove your jeans, and she broke away to pull your top off aswell.

“baby, please.” you huffed when her fingers traced your clit through your panties.

“so now you’re all sweet again huh?” she teased, in reality she couldn’t get enough of it. your small sighs of content when her lips wrapped around your nipples, or when her tongue slipped past your lips. she could drown in the sounds of your pleasure.

“billie.” you dragged it out in a whine.

“yes, babe?” her fingertips worked their way past your underwear and through your folds. your mind erased any words you were attempting to say when her lips kissed your jaw. the only sounds leaving your mouth being soft moans as she teased you with her fingers.

“come on, i know you have it in you.” she purred into your ear, the hair on your back raising with shivers travelling down your back.

“no?” her fingers left your pussy and came up to your mouth. she tapped your lip again, pushing them in as you opened your eyes to stare into hers as you sucked on them, making a show of it too.

“there she is.” billie smirked when you moaned against her fingers, her hips beginning to grind on yours. she was becoming more turned on the harder you sucked on her fingers.

“fuck.” she sighed, when they left your mouth with a pop, a trail of saliva following. she couldn’t help but move down your body, sliding your underwear off as she kissed your lower stomach, tracing your thighs with her hands. it didn’t take long for her to move her lips lower, laying her tongue flat against your clit before using her fingers to spread the lips of your pussy. her mouth circled around your entrance, as her nose prodded your clit.

“mm, keep doing that.” she mumbled when your nails dug into her scalp, pulling at her hair while she ate you out. her fingers slid through your pussy, teasing your walls as she worked with her mouth.

“fuck, bils. more p-please.” your words, a mere stutter when she dipped her fingers past your entrance, her lips returning to your clit. your stomach tightened when she curled her fingers, slowly, dragging out your pleasure. her soft groans vibrated through your core as she brought you closer and closer to your release. you clenched around her fingers as she hummed in approval.

“i’m so close bils, c-can i-?” your words were interrupted when she thrusted another finger deeper into your heat, her thumb resting at the base of your entrance, just below her chin.

“mhm, go on baby.” she quickened her movements, as you released on her fingers, your thighs squeezing her head before she used her free hand to push your hips down. she pulled them out and lapped up your arousal, helping you ride out your orgasm.

“oh my god billie.” you sighed, out of breath, when you’d come back to your senses.

“yeah?” she grinned as she came back up to kiss you, holding your chin firmly to make sure you could taste yourself on her tongue.

“bet you’re glad i fuck those girls, hm?” she joked, laughing when she saw your expression.

“billie! what a dick!” you hit her playfully but she just continued laughing.

“i’m joking.” she pecked your lips but you didn’t return the gesture.

“what? come on, don’t be upset.” her expression softened when she realised you were serious, regretting the comment despite it’s humour.

“i’m not upset, it’s just-” you trailed off, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

“hm? you’re jealous?” she smirked resting her body against yours as she sat on your lap.

“no!” you were quick to deny it, a reflex almost. but when she gave you time to think with her silence, you rephrased your response. “well, maybe.” she took your face in the palms of her hands gently.

“don’t i have the right to be? if i were just a good fuck why would you string me along for this long?” her thumbs rubbed your cheeks.

“i’m not trying to string you along, love.” her words were sincere but lacked an answer to your question.

“then what is this?” you gestured between the two of you, asking the million dollar question.

“i don’t know, i guess i just didn’t think you’d want more than just… this.” she repeated your gesture to clarify her words.

“are you joking?” you scoffed, disbelief spread across your features.

“what? it’s kinda awkward to tell one of your closest friends your into her.” she argued in defence.

“a friend you fuck.” you added.

“look, i’m sorry baby. i don’t know what you want from me.” her eyebrows were furrowed and her words tender.

“what do you want?” you asked. curiously, but also out of genuine confusion.

“i just-” she took a second to think. “i just want to see you, be with you. kiss you and… fuck you.” she smiled at the last part, needing to lighten up the conversation. and you laughed at her hesitance to admit it.

“that’s what i want. but i want you to want that with just me. no one else. is that really too much to ask from you?” her smile didn’t falter.

“no, of course not. i want that too.” she kissed you, holing your face, keeping it close to hers. and she didn’t let go.

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〘 billie eilish 〙

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-> fics

wish you were gay

context. billie’s feelings towards your friendship change as you battle the question of your own sexuality.

show them you’re mine ༄

context. since you’re recent album, you’ve been getting a lot of attention on social media, needless to say billie, your girlfriend, got quite jealous.

can i suck it? ༄

context. your best friend, billie, wants to take a look at your new nipple piercing. so you let her...

but baby, i

context. your ex girlfriend, billie, can’t resist calling you a week after you’d broken up.

ruin it

context. billie doesn't want to ruin your friendship so she keeps her feelings to herself.

believe what you want ༄

context. your ex girlfriend, billie, shows up at your party, but fails in expressing her intentions.

american jesus ༄

context. your girlfriend likes taking you slow and soft sometimes, choosing to drag out the experience and treat you like her princess.

male fantasy

context. when you encounter your ex girlfriend, an awkward moment turns into something more, and you both begin to rethink your decision to end things.

nothing like your tattoos

context. when you spend the night together, billie never fails to leave in a hurry.

puppy

context. your girlfriend surprises you with a gift, bringing up a string of emotions as you converse about your future together.

i can’t move on, babydoll

context. she’ll never move on, and you’ll always take her back.

i’ll show you how

context. you’ve been hesitant to engage sexually with your girlfriend, billie, but she assures you you’ll be alright.

-> series

break up with him (1), did you break up with him? (2), i like you better with me (3) ༄

context. you and billie are broken up. but despite your new relationship, when you meet at a party, the feelings you both swore were gone, seem to resurface.

my stalker (1), crush on my stalker (2), my girl’s a stalker (3) ༄

context. your stalker doesn’t appreciate the police report you just filed.

tell me i’m your only fan (1), don’t wanna be your fan (2) ༄

context. your most active fan on onlyfans soon piqued your interest as she became something much more.

call me maybe (1), i’m glad you called (2) coming soon..

context. your ex situation-ship knows how to manipulate herself back into your life, her motives however are masked by her nonchalant demeanour.

-> requests

tell me you think of me ༄

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.

is that eilish?

context. your best friend raves on about the fact your wearing her perfume.

drunk on her touch ༄

context. when you meet billie at her party, she cant keep her eyes off you.

I think, therefore I am ༄

context. billie has a crush on her guitarist

on top of me ༄

context. early on into your relationship, billie voices an idea that’s been consuming your mind for weeks.

morning, baby ༄

context. billie wakes you up to attend to your needs, and hers.

those poor unamerican girls ༄

context. your religious parents aren’t happy about your illicit relationship with billie.

babbles ༄

context. billies a talker and she can't stop herself from rambling while you're between her thighs, or on top of her.

‘wanna make you yell ༄

context. scenes of a night you spent together end up as the visuals for billies hit me hard and soft tour

admit you want me ༄

context. billie, your roommate, starts a fight with you which soon gets heated.

such a fuckboy ༄

context. billie approaches you at an event, but you’re soon reminded that she has others waiting in line for her attention.

-> blurbs

stay quiet, baby ༄

context. billie teases you at the grammys (request).

bling ༄

context. the bling on her teeth have you daydreaming about her lips more than you should (request).

ilomilo

context. after a fight, you and billie find yourself regretting your actions.

wildflower

context. you can't help falling for her, even though you're both aware it could never happen.

i could buy her so much stuff

context. billie spoils you rotten. she couldn’t give a shit if you felt guilty, but you’re grateful for her generosity.

aftercare ༄

context. when billie has you weak and sensitive, she never forgets to care for your needs.

i know you

context. heated kisses and soft reassurance, and at the end of the day, neither of you needed more than the knowledge that you truly know each other.

patience

context. your girlfriend finds it hard to battle her impatience when it comes to needing you.

maybe just fuck off

context. billie’s in no mood for any distractions, no matter the situation .

las docs uvas de la suerte

context. your best friend, billie can’t help finding your new year’s tradition the cutest thing ever.

P*RNSTAR ༄

context. after leaking your sex tape to get your attention, your ex girlfriend finds a way to make it up to you.

OH MY GOD

i’m sweating

Around My Neck

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: been binging on finneas lately, his songs are just UGH love them so I needed to do some songs seeing as I got inspired by a select few. If you haven't yet (TF ARE YOU DOING GO NOW) listen to the song. It'll make sense and it's soooo hot especially with the story imo !!! :D

Summary: she was fucking feral for you. And vice versa.

Warnings: smut ! Suggestivness - mentions of blood (back scratching lip biting) you ride her ! She calls you mama 😋 I feel like thats it... ENJOY !

Tags: @trulyy-yourzz @eilishslut @chrissv4mp @n0vabug @dollyvuu @dollarbils

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I don't rеmember how it started.

Meeting at a party. Normally interactions like these never last right? Wrong. Even if the two of you haven't spoken to one another after that night. You were the only thing on eachothers minds. Thankfully you both had mutual friends. So you grab her number, and this was all just the beginning. You'd text, call. So on and so on. You two were addicted, even if nothing physically happened that night. Something mentally sure did. You both knew it.

A few dates so to say ahead. You two got on so incredibly well, but you felt like with your schedules, there was just no time. Apart from some nights. That's when you'd get together and go out.

"Hate waking up. In an empty bed."

You turn over, hearing your phone ding. Looking at the time as the sun shines intensely into your room. 7am. Your eyes drift to a text from Billie, smiling like a little kid. You roll onto your back and text back.

"Yeah? Pitty we aren't together. In heaps of ways.."

You two weren't official yet, and to be honest it bugged you. But little did you know it bugged her too. You weren't annoyed with her, not at all. No time has been the right time. It truly sucked on both ends.

"I'm only capable of looking through my pictures of you... Got nothing better to do."

A blush paints it's way onto your cheeks, the thought of her scrolling through the many photos she's taken of you, made you giddy. She never passed up the chance to do so at any given moment.

And this was just the one of many interactions that the two of you had.

It was a Friday night. You were stuck at home doing some unfinished work, you were getting tired and bored of it. Needing a well needed break. So, you do the thing that has been fogging your brain. Call the girl who's misting up your noggin. Causing you to think only of her. It answers immediately. Like always, not a single ring and there was her pretty raspy voice. "Hey, mama." Oh the way she does what she does. "Hi Bils, how are you?" - "Great now that we're talking. Just having some dinner with my brother at this random restaurant." You chew on your nails, a nervous habit you picked up over the years.

"Having fun?" There was a pause. "Would be if you were here. The food doesn't even look that good. But I'm still hungry." You knew she was smirking as she spoke. You knew her all to well by now, so you play along. "You're still hungry ?" Yet another pause. "I only want to eat you." You bite your lip as she says it, lowly. The way she's being bold indicates Finn is probably elsewhere. Knowing she wouldn't want to blurt that out infront of her brother, no matter how close they are. You guys were sorta kind of a secret aswel. "Maybe you should then." You reply, plucking up some confidence. To her that was a challenge. And she wasn't going to pass that up.

but I think I'm prеtty sure I know how tonight will end.

"Yeah baby. Know it's good." She purrs as you ride her. How'd you two get into this position? Remember the phone call. Yeah. Right after you said those words she instantly got in her car and sped over to your place. She was obsessed with you, and luckily that feeling was mutual. You move your hips faster, feeling it hit deeper than ever. You two have done this multiple times before. But tonight felt more powerful. Your hands move over her naked form, her eyes watching every single little move, from your hands down to your hips. She was truly in a trance, her eyelids growing heavy with lust.

Your hands move to rest at her neck to stabilize yourself as you bounce harder. She bites her lip hard, watching your face contort into an ecstasy she had never seen before. Sure she's made your eyes roll back to the middle of next week. But never this pure pleasure. It turned her on, nearly on the brink of cumming herself. "Fuck, you have no idea how sexy you are. God you're a fucking drug." Her words made your head spin. This was going to be a long and eventful night. Your hands subconsciously squeeze her neck as your eyes travel further back, hitting just the right spot as you move. She was a little surprised when you squeezed knowing you hadn't realized you did.

"Mama keep it in check, what do you want done to you?" Her question goes over your head as you whimper. Too far gone. Her hands grab your hips, switching so she's on top. "Answer me angel." Your hands retract as hers grab your wrists. Pinning them above you. Your breath was literally taken away. "You make me feel so good." You blab breathlessly. She chuckles. "Mm, bet I do." Her face leans in to kiss yours. Your hands traveling from under hers, moving to cup her face. They slide into her hair, slowly down her back. Your nails dig, deep. As her hips rut ruthlessly. Your back arching with need.

"There it is." She snarls into your neck at your nails digging into her flesh. Moaning aswel at this new yummy feeling. Your nails scratch her back, and she was the one to roll her eyes. Her teeth make contact with you neck. "Do it again." She mumbles. Rutting twice more. You scream. You actually scream as you do as you're told. Digging enough for blood to come. Her movements speed up, every action of yours fueling her pleasure. "Fuuckkk." She breathes against you.

Every movement heightens as you both reach that sweet feeling. "Billie!" Your chest heaves, her thrusts becoming more forceful. "Mmmm,fuck!" You sigh, biting your lip hard, but hers go to kiss yours. Moaning, whining. Screeching into her mouth as you cum. Your head dizzy as you come down from your high. She fucks you through it, cumming herself as your nails push further into her back. "Fuck, you're hot." She says, kissing the side of your head with a smirk. Her face moves directly over your fucked out one, holding the same smirk.

"Your mine. All mine."

‘wanna make you yell | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

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the faint sound of her lyrics had filled the room as her hips rutted into you, neck in her hands, her hair sprawled over her back. her pace staggered slightly as she reached for her phone, you’d been so distracted you’d barely realised she’d been filming.

“you should see how pretty you look, baby.” your cries that followed were desperate and broken. you were begging her for something unspoken of.

“wanna see what you can take.” her phone captured her words, and your fucked out reaction. you’d been too weak to respond, faint groans spilling out instead. and it drove her wild. feral even.

“billie..p-please.” her smirk only grew, mind flooded with images of how good you’d look on stage, for everyone to see. flashy images in remembrance of your night together, of your passion.

“wanna do bad things to you, wanna make you yell.” her voice filled your mind, speaking so many dirty thoughts, pushing you further to the edge. she moved the camera to capture her strap sinking deeper into you, again and again at a steady pace.

“f-fuck, billie.” your moans grounded her, and the lens returned to your face, catching your face scrunch up in pleasure, slightly blurred when it’s up on the screens. you weren’t recognisable in the video, but everyone could tell it was you, and her smile was wicked as she performed the song.

“show them your mine, and i’m yours.” she covered your tits with her hand as she angled the camera at your upper body. and when you were cumming all over her cock, she’d caught every emotion. and displayed it on the large screens for thousands to see.

they wouldn’t wanna look away, they’d wanna get involved, and what would people say? as the last words of her song were uttered, she looked up at the flashing scenes of your night together, on the stage of the hit me hard and soft tour, and bit her lip.

can’t take it back once it’s been set in motion.

you the baddest bitch in the place tho i won't lie 🤨

only when you’re not here babe 😘

can’t top youu 🫡

A LOT CAN HAPPEN IN THE DARK

WON'T TAKE A LOT TO GET YOU GOIN'...

I'M SORRY IF IT'S TORTURE, THOUGH.

Handprints dragged down the foggy mirror. Ragged breaths fell from lips. Skin slapping came from in between your bodies. Echoing. Reverberating. Consuming. It was consuming the little to no space between the two of you.

Her hands couldn't grip onto anything, trying and failing to grab the one thing that was in front of her. The mirror. It was the mirror that showed every dirty thing you'd done to her and that she'd done to you. It didn't miss a single whisper, breath, or quiet whimper.

Your ring-clad hands ran along the sides of her body, squeezing her breasts before moving up towards her shoulders. You massaged them gently, eliciting even louder moans from the small girl bent over the bathroom counter.

"Wan'... Wanna, mm..." She babbles, eyes rolling back as the ridges of the fake cock brush her walls perfectly. She smacks her hand onto the glass mirror, drooling in the sink as she tries her hardest to hold back her release.

Spit dribbles down her chin as she hangs her head low, quickly fixing it as your hand wraps around her throat. You play with the hair at the nape of her neck, smiling at her strangled breaths, "What d'you want, pretty?"

She pushes her ass back against your front, letting out a breathy moan as she feels the sticky liquid spill onto your cock. You've consumed all her senses, all her thoughts being solely focused on you and you only. She just spoke in quick breaths, "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"Fuuck—Mhhm.. thank you, thank... thanks," She breathes, huffing in an attempt to catch her breath, though it isn't even worth it. Your hips continue to snap against her ass, your cock sliding in her pussy so effortlessly, you didn't feel the need to even slow down.

Her eyes meet yours in the foggy mirror, yours lust-blown and still wanting more, her own blue eyes tired and also blown with lust. Your movements seemed endless. Because they were, almost. You'd been at this since the clock struck midnight and Halloween was officially here.

You'd just come back from a party, dragging Billie along with you to the shower. Neither of you had even stepped foot in the shower, though, only getting your clothes off. When you looked at the clock and it was 12am on the dot, you couldn't help yourself anymore. And it didn't help that she wore a slutty little outfit to the party.

"Still.." You sigh, breath shaky. Her whiny cries of your name just made shivers run all across your body, especially the space between your legs, "Need more of those pretty... pretty noises, Bills."

All she does (and all she can do) is nod, breathing in sharply as she feels your hips smack against her ass rougher. The bathroom door is wide open, and, despite the fact that only you and her lived in the house, her mind told her otherwise. It just felt so dirty, so evil. Insane, even.

"Only us," you mutter, lips grazing her earlobe as you whisper into her ear, "Forever." You punctuate your words with slow, deep thrusts, "'Till we die." Another deep thrust, and her eyes roll back, "Together."

Her knees are weak, and when she almost slips off the counter, your hands slither down her body and hold her waist to stabilize her. Your grip is bruising, like if you let go, you'll never be able to hold her again. And you wanted to hold her. Forever.

"You can't even stand, I'm fuckin' you that good?" You tease, a devious smile on your face as you lean over her body, leaving a trail of kisses from her shoulder, up her neck, and back to her lips.

Billie nods once again, letting out an endless babble that quickly turns into a whimper as you grab a fistful of her hair. Her red roots show as you tug her back softly, eliciting a sweet moan from her part.

"Say it."

"'Mmh... fucking—fucking me s'good, babygirl!"

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this isn’t meant in a rude way or anything but pls make a masterlist or navigation pls i cba to scroll through your entire page 😩

love your writing though

i swear it’s cominggg im just too lazy

just sorted through my drafts

HOLY CRAP there was a ton of shitty ideas in there

it's alright, I'll still marry youuu <𝟑

its officiallllll 🕺🏻🕺🏻

i think i’m gonna cook tonight