billie eilish smut book.

thigh riding.

billie's pov:
billie sub, y/n dom.

i sat on the couch downstairs, scrolling through social media.

i locked my phone and threw it across the couch, trying to pay attention to the tv.

i rubbed my eyes and got up, heading for the kitchen. i grabbed a water bottle from the kitchen and opened it, downing half of it.

i heard the door handle jiggle, and someone walking in.

"i'm home!" y/n shouted.

"i'm in the kitchen!" i shouted back.

i heard her keys jingle as she made her way over to me. a smile plastered her lips as soon as she saw me.

"hi, pretty girl." she said, she wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled me into her body.

"hey, baby. i missed you." i pressed my lips to hers.

"i missed you more, what did you do today?" she stepped back and opened the fridge.

"nothing much, i just missed you that's all." she chuckled at that.

"well, you have me for the rest of the night." she took out a few grapes and popped them into her mouth.

i grinned and trailed my finger down her cleavage, the top buttons of her blouse undone.

"good." i nodded and pressed my lips to hers again, my tongue slipping out and grazing her bottom lip.

"you've been gone so long." i whispered and pulled back, tugging on her shirt.

"i need you." i stared up at her, a small smirk held on her face.

she grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her, to the couch. she sat down and patted her lap.

i sat down and grinned widely, putting my hands on her shoulders and kissing her.

our tongues fought for dominance, but she eventually won.

she hummed into the kiss and tugged on my (her) baggy t-shirt.

i leaned back and took it off, y/n immediately licking her lips and smirking.

she played with the straps of my bra, tugging on them and kissing the tops of my breasts.

"can i?" she tapped the back of my bra, wanting to take it off.

"yeah." i breathed out.

she unhooked it and threw it across the room. her lips attached themselves to my nipples, her teeth grazing over them.

i threw my head back, a small moan escaping my lips. my hands found their way into y/n's hair, tugging on it.

a hum vibrated from her throat and i giggled. i took off my shorts and panties.

she hummed in approval, gripping my hips and setting me down on her thigh.

"if you want me to stop, say it." she firmly said and kissed my temple.

i let out a breath and slowly rocked my hips, resting my head on her shoulder.

she picked up the speed and gripped my ass.

"that's right, ride my thigh like the slut you are." she scoffed.

my thighs shook and i bit down on her shoulder.

she winced but let out a soft moan.

she rocked my hips back and forth roughly, my orgasm getting closer.

"i'm close." i reached my hand down to touch myself, but she quickly grabbed my wrist.

"don't you fucking dare." she whispered and slowed my pace.

"what if someone saw you, looking like this, like a whore?" she smirked widely and motioned to the window.

i looked over to the open window, it was dark out, but if someone looked in they could easily see me.

"please, let me cum. please baby." i threw my head back and tried to make myself cum.

"do you deserve it?" she tutted and made me come to an almost complete stop.

"yes, i've been good. please, i can't hold it anymore." my eyes shut closed and she laid me down on the couch, beginning to finger me.

her tongue flicked over my clit, my hips bucked up as i came.

"oh fuck y/n! yes, yes, right there, oh, my god!" i chanted and tugged on her hair.

"that's it, that's my good girl, you done so good." she praised.

my heavy breathing calmed down and i opened my eyes, reaching out for y/n.

"just to let you know, i faked my orgasm." i joked and grinned tiredly.

she smiled and grazed her fingers over my clit, my breath immediately getting caught in my throat and my hips bucking.

"are you sure?" she asked with a smile.

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