NEEDY - B.E. IMAGINES

the diner pt 3 *

since you guys asked so nicely ;)

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"Tell me how bad you need me."

Billie's words were almost too much for Y/N. Her thighs desperately tried to close, but were blocked by Billie's silhouette.

"Please baby," Y/N managed out. "I need you so bad." Billie's lips curved into an amused smile. She loved seeing Y/N like this, and the new nickname felt nothing but... right. It slipped so easily off their lips. It was so simple, 'baby,' but ignited a fire inside Billie.
She kissed down Y/N's stomach, leaving sloppy, wet kisses on her skin. Every time Billie's lips pressed against Y/N's skin, a pool of arousal rushed to her core, anticipation coursing through her veins. Every touch was deliberate and slow, the steady grip Billie had on Y/N's hips, every kiss she left on her lover's abdomen. The moment was intense and fervent, the world seemed to be spinning a little faster than usual. Yet Billie was patient, and took her time, pulling the women into a passionate haze of nothing but admiration and need.

When Billie's mouth reached the hem of Y/N's panties, she bit down on the lacy fabric at her sides, teasingly forcing it down. She continued till her thong was just past her knees, in which Y/N was able to kick them off with ease. Billie spread her thighs open, Y/N providing no sense of resistance. The prize between her legs was open and inviting; Billie wasted no time in making herself comfortable on her stomach. She stuffed her face into the waitress's pillowy thighs, running her hands up and down the outside of them.

She'd always had a weakness for pretty girls with pretty thighs, anyway. She sunk her teeth into the softness of her flesh, stopping her jaw from closing anymore only when she heard a yelp from Y/N. She kissed the crisp bite mark, running her warm tongue over it to soothe the pain. She felt Y/N's dainty hands pull at the roots of her black hair, but she wasn't finished yet. She kissed and sucked on the insides of her smooth thighs, leaving hickeys and bite marks. Y/N would have to stay home from work a day or two;  the dark red bruises would've been visible underneath the waitress's short uniform skirt.

Billie didn't complain, she'd rather have Y/N for breakfast over a stack of pancakes anytime. Only when another plead left Y/N's mouth did Billie give in, breathing in the sweet scent of her date's wetness. Her tongue flattened against Y/N's pussy, the tip of the muscle prodding at her entrance. She licked a single, bold stripe up her pussy, her tongue easily finding Y/N's clit. Immediately she began to toy with it, sucking on it and flicking her tongue against it.

She felt a tug at her hair, urging her closer to Y/N's aching cunt. Billie let out a low groan at the pain, sending a wave of vibrations through her core. Y/N whined as pleasure coursed through her. Billie continued to suck on her clit, occasionally running her tongue over the stiff bud. Every time she did so, Y/N would gasp, a low moan following her sudden air intake.

She could feel Y/N's pussy throbbing; every time her walls clenched, her hole secreted a thick stickiness, which quickly covered her chin and dripped down onto the couch. Billie continued, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves with her mouth. Her sharp jaw grew sore with every flick of her tongue, which stretched out before traveling down to collect her sweet arousal.

Y/N was hypersensitive. She could feel the soft tickle of Billie's hair against her thighs, the intensity at which her tongue lapped at her pussy. Her heart beat erratically; she could feel the soft thumping of the muscle in her chest, and hear the blood rush through her arteries. Her mind was cloudy, a faded haze shielding her thoughts from reaching her conscious mind. Her main focus was on the knot slowly forming in the pit of her stomach, her skin burning from pleasure.

She looked down at the divine woman between her legs, devouring her inhumanely, like a starving animal. Billie was an absolute god at her craft, and she was giving all her effort into perfecting it; bringing Y/N to the edge. Noticing the way Billie's head moved with each lick, Y/N let her head fall back on the couch, replaying the scene immediately. If she weren't already lying down, the image of Billie between her legs would weaken her knees.