Random Oneshots

The Met - Billie Eilish

Fem! Reader
Mentions of sexual activity

Your girlfriend always gets what she wants. Like today you are finally joining her at the Met Gala.

"Billie stop....." You say instantly. She settles with her head on your shoulder pouting. "We are going to be up all day why are you awake?"

"Wet dream about my girlfriend." If your eyes were open you would've rolled them. "I'm tryna fuck."

"Uhmmm and now you definitely get nothing." Billie whines as you face away from her.

"But why? I've been like so good lately."

"Babe. Your team would kill both of us. This is the first time we both get to walk the carpet together. If you weren't a damn vampire I would agree, but you love marking me up. Just wait until tonight's over."

"It's not my fault you like to be a bad girl. Plus it's been so long."

"It's been a week Billie."

"Can I at least give you head?" She rubs your ass. You smack at her hand.

"No." She sighs and lays her face into your back since you are laying on your stomach. "What we can do is breakfast."

"I tried. You told me no." You hit her head softly. "I wanted cake too."

"Ohhh so you eat ass now?"

"I'll eat yours with no hesitation." She raise an eyebrow at you and you do it back. "Anyways....." she looks away from you. "What do you want for breakfast mi amore?"

"I really want pancakes."

"We can do that. Get dress. I'll take you out." You smile then turn towards her. Puckering your lips. She pecks your lips. You keep your lips puckered. She leans in again trying to deepen the kiss.

With ease you are in her lap. The second her lips leave yours you shake your head. She tries kissing your neck and you pull away.

"Not so fast cowboy. Breakfast. I'm not on the menu." You peck her lips really quick and climb off her. She watches you walk to the bathroom grabbing one of her oversized shirts on the way.

"Fuck am I lucky."

20 minutes later you come back out in sweatpants and her shirt. You look so fucking good.

"Stop staring at me like that. Come on."

"Kiss me first." You happily oblige. Billie moans into the kiss. You are so fucking intoxicating to her. With you she finally understands how love can feel like a drug. "You want Starbucks baby?"

"Yes." You practically pull her out the door. Billie knows not to stand between you and your Starbucks.

During breakfast Billie can't stop staring at you. It's safe to say you two have a healthy sex life, so when either of you are told no you can't do something. Well it only makes you two want to do it more.

More so Billie right now.

Only because last time she marked you up and you couldn't go on the carpet with her. She was pissed. It wasn't just your neck. Your thighs and lower abdomen sported countless hickeys. Your back and forearm had scratch marks. Also you were sporting marks on your wrist and ankles.

Let's just say you were being a bad girl.

"Babe stop staring." She looks away.

"I just want to devour you right now. Taste that Starbucks drink from......." You hold your finger up to stop her. She smirks.

"No."

"Give me a sample baby. I can smell you from here."

"If I smell like pancakes then no wonder you...."