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Smut warning!!
A young man approached where you both stood at the bars edge, nervously wringing his hands and looking down at his feet. He asked for Billie's autograph, gushing about how he was a big fan and how he couldn't believe it when he saw her here. You beamed at him, excited and proud as you always were when your girlfriend received the admiration she deserved in public, even if it did disrupt your date.
As you watched her sign her name, you became hyper fixated on the way her slender fingers gripped the pen, flexing once as she clicked the nib. Following them with your glazed over eyes after she'd discarded the pen in favour of her drink, you smiled, drunkenly leaning onto her shoulder so you could whisper into her ear.
"Your fingers are delightful. I can only imagine what they'd look like inside me" you slurred, leaning back, you watched amused as Billie's wide eyes stared at you as she clearly spluttered on her drink in surprise. You weren't one for talking dirty sober, too shy about your own dirty proclivities to ever voice them.
Clearing her throat, she stammered an inaudible response to your brashness, and you rested your head in her neck, eyes closing as you smiled and inhaled the faint musk of cigarettes that clung desperately to her clothes. You always savoured the rare moments when you could render the medium speechless with your vulgar tongue.
"I want you to fuck me. Right here." Billie practically moaned at your boldness, knuckles whitening against the rim of her glass, jaw clenched trying to appear to everyone else as if you hadn't just suggested she take you right there in front of everyone.
Your fingers found the hem of her skirt, eyes focused on hers, which darted around anxiously to gauge if anyone was watching you blatantly teasing your fingers against her thigh in the middle of a busy club. You were too drunk and horny to have maintained any concept of decency as you edged higher to watch her eyes slowly turn glassy with arousal.
Her state of shock didn't last long though; she shook her head before the signature narrowed eyes and cocky smirk graced her face again and her fingers found your wrists, stilling your movements against her thigh.
"You really want me to finger you right here in public?" She hissed into your ear, grip tightening on your wrist and nails marking crescents into flesh as she allowed her dominance to flow through her freely. "You want everyone to know what a little slut you're being for me?"
"No." You popped back, not backing down in the presence of her power over you, heart rate spiking within you at the thought of mocking her to the point of snapping. "I said, that I wanted you to fuck me." This time, Billie didn't allow your vulgar words to catch her off guard, humming and pulling you behind her as she started quickly towards the bathroom. You stumbled behind her, unsteady in your heels under the layer of intoxication that fogged your brain slightly.
