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after party*

^outfit she's wearing

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12:47

1 hour and 47 minutes into this shit after party. In terms of alcohol, it's 3 drinks in.

She hasn't looked at me all night.

It was 12:49 when I started getting flashbacks of the way that leather jacket sat on her skin, how she glowed when she walked on stage. I sipped on my drink nonchalantly, tolerating the small talk people started with me. Plastering on a fake smile, I hoped my wandering eyes weren't too visible to the general public. I was looking for
y/n, of course, and I couldn't fucking help it.

At 11:08 she walked up to the bar and ordered a shot over ice. She sat down on the stool, as the bartender handed her the drink. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but the bartender winked and she laughed. My eyebrow ticked, and I looked away. She finished what's in her glass, and got up from the bar.

Its hard to forget the hell she put me through, but one glare and I was on my fucking knees. Walking away cockily, a sly smirk tugged at her lips as she unexpectedly turned towards the bathrooms. I knew I shouldn't, but I followed her anyway.

Stumbling near the bar, I reached for a random shot, downing the whole thing. The liquid burned down my throat like fire, but quickly welcomed a new wave of confidence rushing through my body, turning everything behind me into a soft blur. My focus shifted to the bathroom door just feet away from me.

I reached for the handle, and the second the door swung open, a hand pulled me into the room. I got slammed against the wall, my hands pinned above my head.

She smashed her lips onto mine, erasing any hesitant thoughts from my head. Soon the only thing one could hear is the sound of our lips smacking, echoing along the empty stalls. Despite my need for her, I pull away and look into her dark eyes, filled with lust.
"y/n, you-" my shagged words were interrupted by her
"I know." she left a small kiss on the side of my mouth. "please just let me make you feel good.'' I practically whimpered at her words, feeling my desire grow. my mouth worked faster than my brain, and before I could comprehend my next words, she was already kissing me again. she freed my hands, using her own to grab my jaw. I looped mine around her neck, bringing her closer to me.

her kiss was belligerent, and before I knew it, she was shoving her tongue between my lips, exploring my mouth as if she hadn't done it many times before. Our tongues fought for dominance, with her winning when she pulled away slowly, catching my bottom lip between her teeth. A wave of arousal pooled in my panties, my heart beating so fast I could hear it in my head. My legs felt like jello and I couldn't stop the helpless blabbering leaving my mouth.

"Please y/n, I need you so fucking bad," I whispered, grabbing her jacket by the hem and pulling her closer to me. My hips bucked desperately towards her crotch. Her hands grabbed my ass, pushing me into her chest. As our lips connected again, moving in sync, I realized how incredibly crazy this was; how bad I wanted this. My hands desperately rushed to unbutton her pants, and pushed her into a random stall. After she locked the door, she picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around her waist. My back hit the wall, as she propped me up against it. Y/n looked up at me with swollen lips and messy hair, still looking like a fucking angel.

"Look at me," she whispered, her voice coarse. Starting deeply into my eyes, her ring-covered fingers slid up my thigh, rubbing up and down softly. I sighed quietly. I couldn't help but gaze down onto where she was touching me.
She suddenly stopped.

"What did I say," y/n asked, but it came out more like a command. "Look at me, or I stop." With hooded eyes, I lifted my head back up to meet his own. I felt her hands brush between my legs. She moved my underwear to the side, sliding her fingers through my slit and collecting my arousal.

"So fucking wet for me," she praised. I almost lost it when she retracted her fingers away again, only to bring them to her mouth, sucking them clean. I gulped. "You taste so good," she mumbled, kissing me again. Y/n quickly brought her fingers back and began rubbing my clit. I involuntarily began grinding on her hand, throwing my head back at how fucking good it felt. She immediately pulled away, grabbing my neck harshly.

"You really can't listen, can you?" she breathed out. I shifted on her lap but refused to answer. She applied more pressure to my throat. "If you wanna come, I suggest you listen like the good girl I know you are," she said lowly into my ear. I whined loudly, queasing under her touch. I nodded my head frantically. Y/n slowly slid her hand down my neck, revealing the redness caused by her rough grip. She kissed the skin apologetically, gently running her tongue across the sweet spot a few inches under my ear. Her hand traced across my chest, cupping my breasts. Y/n looked up at me innocently, before dragging her hands down the rest of my body. She gave me one final look before gripping the hem of my mesh top and ripping it down the middle. I gasp loudly, freezing as she removes the delicate fabric off my shoulders. I shivered as she caressed my shoulders, sliding the straps of the dress off of them. She shrugged off her jacket, leaving on nothing but a lacy black bra. Instantly, I placed my hands on her tits. She grabbed my jaw and kissed me gently, moving down to my neck. She moved my dress down to my hips.

Feeling exposed in only a bra waist up, I covered my stomach with my arms. Y/n scoffed and moved them out of the way, kissing my stomach, up to my 'eilish' tattoo. She licked the skin in between my breasts, and then settled on my collar bone. She left a few dark hickeys on my chest, as her hand trailed back in between my legs. She slid my underwear off swiftly and put it in her pocket, before ramming her fingers into me. I yelped loudly; she stopped anymore noises from leaving my mouth by kissing me. Y/n repeatedly curled her fingers, perfectly hitting my g spot everytime. She swallowed my moans, her palm brushing over my clit every time she pushed her fingers into me. I shakingly reached to her crotch, rubbing over the fabric.

"Fuck," she groaned, grabbing my wrist with her free hand.
" Y/n I'm so close," I said. Her fingers quickly started pumping in and out of me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I moaned, grabbing her shoulder, and trying to continue to touch her with my other hand.

"Shit!" My whole body shook as my orgasm came crashing down on me. Y/n helped me ride out my high, her fingers never leaving me. I struggled touching her, my vision hazing as she whispered sweet nothings into my ear.
"That's good, just breathe," she kissed my cheek.

"C'mon let's get out of here"

I scrambled to my feet, rushing out of the stall to fix my appearance in the mirror.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" I heard a soft voice behind me. I turned around, freezing at the sight before me; Y/n with her leather jacket half-on, and my panties hanging loosely from her pointer finger. She swayed them teasingly, and I only then realized how bare and hopeless I felt in front of her. I hated to admit it but she had so much control over me.
"I-" my face truned red in embarrassment.
Out of nowhere, the door swung open. I watched in horror as a tall woman walked in. The last thing I wanted was an article titled "Y/n and Billie Getting it Down and Dirty in the Grammy Afterparty Bathrooms!"
Terrified, Y/n looked at me, before quickly shoving my panties back into her pocket.
The front strands of my hair stuck to my face; her lips swollen.

"I'm sorry am I-" the stranger started.

"We were just-" I interrupted.

"About to leave." Y/n muttered angrily, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the bathroom.

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