NEEDY - B.E. IMAGINES

missed you*

gxg

soft dom!billie

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The keys jingled as the doorknob twisted, the door swinging open. A cold wave of air swept across Billie's face, and she sighed in relief, stepping inside the crisp apartment before hanging her carabiner on the hook by the door. She closed the door with a quiet thud, letting the sound echo through the apartment like a whisper.

She let her bag slump off her shoulder, hitting the ground as she slipped off her shoes carelessly. Her body was buzzing with exhaustion, muscles sore, mind weighed down with a heavy mist that threatened to take over if she thought too hard.

She rubbed her temple, a pounding headache slowly creeping in like an intruder without an invitation. She padded across the cold tile to the kitchen, turning on the faucet and shoving her hands under the running water like they needed it to survive. She pumped soap onto her hands–the citrus and basil one you always bought–and worked it onto her palms. She scrubbed and scrubbed, between her fingers, around her wrists, nearly to her elbows, until her arms were covered in aromatic suds, before rinsing her hands under the water. She dried them off with the towel that hung on the oven handle, before leaning over the sink, bracing herself on her arms.

She looked up at the window.

It was dark outside. She could see the faint outline of her reflection across the glass. A sigh escaped her lips as she arched her neck back, letting the tension accumulated throughout the day unfurl with a satisfying crack.

God, she was fucking wrecked.

She glanced at the fridge once, deciding to ignore the discomfort in her stomach, a deep growl, a pain that clawed up her throat.

She pushed herself off the edge of the sink, tiptoeing to the bedroom. Her brain barely registered the erratic rustle of sheets, let alone the soft yelp that escaped your mouth the second the door opened.

"Baby?" Her voice came out hoarse and quiet, as if it had been a long time since she'd spoken. She flicked the light switch on, squinting as the overhead lamp shone a harsh yellow light over the room.

Then she saw you.

Face flushed, chest heaving sporadically.

She didn't process it at first; the way your eyes flashed with terror, the way your hands trembled where they gripped the covers.

Bilie walked over to the dresser, back now facing you. She took her shirt off like it was personally offending her, throwing it to the corner of the room.

"Why are you awake?" She asked, now fiddling with the buttons of her jeans before sliding them down her toned legs.

"Couldn't sleep," you forced out, voice strained.

She unclasped her bra. Within seconds, it was among the pile of her discarded clothes.

The drawer opened with a small creak, her hand absentmindedly digging through it to fish out an old t-shirt. She put it on quickly, loving the way it smelt like her favorite lavender detergent and felt soft against her skin.

She turned around and turned the lights off, forcing a delicate smile. Her muscles ached with every step towards the bed. She turned her bedside lamp on, a warm, gentle glow encapsulating the room now.

Billie's knee pressed into the mattress as she climbed into bed, her eyes briefly scanning over your stiffened figure.

She paused when she saw it, her whole body freezing at the sight of your thighs, glistening with slickness. She couldn't fathom how she didn't notice it before.