copulation b.e imagines

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requested by : @cierraonline_ 

Billie leaned back on her couch, scrolling through TikTok aimlessly. It had been a long day in the studio, and she needed a distraction. But as she swiped through her For You Page, she noticed a trend that made her blood boil. Video after video of Maggie, her girlfriend and a rising star in the rap scene, filled the screen. Fan girls gushed over Maggie's performances, her style, her everything. The comments were filled with heart-eye emojis, and some were blatantly sexual.

One particular video caught her eye and made her stomach churn. It was from a recent concert where a fan managed to get on stage and, in the chaos, had her hand a little too close to Maggie's crotch. The camera caught Maggie's quick move to step away, but the image was already seared into Billie's mind.

Billie rolled her eyes, feeling a twinge of annoyance. She knew Maggie was incredible; that's why she was with her. But seeing so many strangers drooling over her girlfriend was getting under her skin. It wasn't just admiration; it was possessiveness, and it made Billie's blood boil.

Unable to contain her frustration, Billie switched to Instagram. She opened her story and hit record.

"Okay, so can we talk about how my entire TikTok is just thirst traps of Maggie?" Billie began, her tone a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Like, I get it, she's hot, but seriously? Some of y'all need to chill."

She continued her playful rant, making exaggerated faces and jokes about the obsessive fan girls. Her followers responded with laughter and supportive comments, many of them understanding her playful jealousy. But underneath her humor, Billie was genuinely bothered by the overt sexualization of her girlfriend.

Meanwhile, Maggie was at a photoshoot, her phone buzzing with notifications. She took a break and checked Instagram, laughing as she watched Billie's story.

Switching to her own account, Maggie decided to tease Billie a bit. She posted a picture of herself with a caption that read: "Fan girls can look, but only one gets the real deal"

Billie saw the post almost immediately and couldn't help but smile. Maggie always knew how to lighten the mood. But Maggie wasn't done yet. She sent Billie a private message, "Meet me at home. I'll show you why you never have to worry about fan girls."

Curiosity piqued, Billie left the studio early and headed home. When she arrived, the lights were dimmed, and soft music played in the background. Maggie stood in the living room, a confident smirk on her face.

"Hey, babe," Maggie purred, walking over to Billie. "You know I love your little jealous rants, but let me remind you who I really want."

Billie felt her heart race as Maggie closed the distance between them. Maggie's hands were warm and firm as they cupped Billie's face, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. All the tension from the day melted away in that moment.

Maggie led Billie to the couch, their kisses growing more intense. "You don't need to worry about anyone else," Maggie whispered against Billie's lips. "Because you're the only one who has my heart."

Billie's frustration vanished, replaced by a sense of security and desire. Maggie's touch was all she needed to be reminded of their bond, stronger than any fan's adoration. They spent the evening tangled together, Maggie showing Billie exactly why she had nothing to fear.

Maggie's hands roamed Billie's body with a familiarity that sent shivers down her spine. She slowly undressed Billie, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin. Billie's breath hitched as Maggie's lips trailed down her neck, her touch both gentle and possessive.