come out and play (billie eilish christmas story)

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most of you asked for smut. So this is your smut warning. however i wanted it to be more romantic so it's not the most interesting. but i hope you still enjoy it.

I wasn't certain how we had ended up here. But I was fully aware Billie had never kissed me with this type of fervor before.

She had taken me out tonight. A treat for New Year's Eve. And then she had insisted I stay the night at her place. I had already been aware of how her gaze kept dropping every few minutes, occasionally paired with her bottom lip being taken between her teeth, but I had thought she had just been appreciating the dress I had decided to wear for the first time in a couple years.

Well, she had been. Just not as innocently as I'd expected.

The moment we returned to her place, she asked me to follow her to her room. Before I could've asked any questions, my back had been firmly pressed into her door, and her lips were on mine, her hands roaming my body.

I gasped as Billie pulled away for just a second, before her tongue entered my mouth again. One of her hands had trailed up from my waist and roughly squeezed my breast, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from me. She seemed pleased, a small smile forcing her to pull back again and instead study my expressions while she groped me.

I was unable to hold back a small moan. Billie's lips parted for a moment, watching me lustfully. Her eyes flickered up to mine, and I could see only love and her desperate desire for me in those depths.

I went to say something, but before I could, Billie's lips had found a place on my neck, kissing and sucking sloppily, and all that came out was another gasp and moan.

She worked her way back up to my face, trailing kisses up my neck and jawline until her eyes were level with mine. All the while, her hands were running up and down my body, feeling me up, while mine just rested on her waist.

"Do you want this?" Billie breathed, resting her forehead against mine.

I swallowed, nervous and excited. "Y-yes, but..."

"But what?" Billie insisted, eyes narrowing.

"I'm nervous," I admitted quietly, blushing.

Billie looked at me, eyes soft, for a long moment. "You're nervous," She repeated slowly, eyes trailing all over my face. One of her hands had come up to hold my cheek gently. "You don't need to be nervous around me, my love. Just let me lead," She gave me no time to respond, as her lips met mine again. Her arms snaked around my waist and pulled me from the door and led me to the bed, where we fell onto it together, our lips hardly separating.

Billie pulled away and sat back onto my hips. Her hands found the hem of her shirt and she peeled it off, tossing it without a care as to where it landed.

I was sure my eyes had gone wide as more of her pale skin than I had ever seen was revealed. She chuckled as my eyes were glued to her chest, the tops of her breasts completely revealed due to the lower cut bra she was wearing, especially as she leaned back over me.

My ogling was cut off when Billie settled herself back over me. I was expecting her to kiss me again, but she just watched me with a big smile on her face, elbows settled on the mattress on either side of my shoulders, hands holding her chin. Under her gaze, a red tint inevitably found its way onto my cheeks. I felt like I should probably be doing something with my hands, but I didn't know what, and so they lay limp on either side of me.

Finally, Billie's gaze trailed down and she sat up again, picking at the fabric on my dress.

"Let's get this off of you, hm?" She asked with a smile, eyebrows raised.