[ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ]

// ⱽᵃˡᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵉ'ˢ ᴰᵃʸ: ᴰᵃʳᵏ ᶜʰᵒᶜᵒˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵖᵗ. ¹ //

[ Smut ]

"Angel? How are you holding up in there?"

I hear Billie's voice resonate from the other side of the bathroom door. I can hear the exhaustion in her voice, her impatience growing. I don't blame her, our friends are probably waiting up for us at the restaurant already.

"Just a second!" I call out before swiping the dress off the hanger hooked on the shower rod.

For Valentine's Day this year, Billie and I decided we'd spend time with our friends. After all, we have been sorta neglecting them by using all of the little time Billie has in her work schedule to spend time with ourselves. I did feel sorta bad for them because we'd be the only couple at the table, but they insisted it wouldn't be a problem. Plus, I guess it would be fun gushing to them about how wonderful our significant other is.

Maybe some embarrassing stories, I don't know. We'll see.

After slipping my body into the dress, I flip all my hair back and look up in the mirror only for my eyes to widen in shock.

"Holy shit."

The tight black dress molded onto my skin perfectly, hugging every flawless curve of my body and showed off the mounds of my perky round breasts quite well. The vibrant dress stopped right below my thighs, exposing my smooth legs. I turn around and look in the mirror, the dress hugging perfectly tight around my ass and exaggerating the arch in my back, reflecting the image of my ass looking bigger than it already was. I gaze at my face to check my makeup, pink eyeshadow with black eyeliner to make my (y/e/c) eyes pop. My cheeks were riddled with tiny pink hearts as faux freckles, with hot pink matte lipstick.

"God I look hot." I mumble, turning around to check out my own ass in the mirror again.

"What?"

"Oh! Uhm I'm almost ready!" I say before flattening out the wrinkles in my dress and adjusting my cleavage. I nod in satisfaction, and take a big breath, trying to shake off my slight anxiousness. "Alright, you can come in, babe."

"Finally." I hear her sigh in relief while turning the doorknob, "What took you so-"

Once she opens the door, she freezes. My heart picks up in pace as I watch her drink me in.

She was the definition of alluring, her silver locks cascading on the black jacket she wore, zipped open no less. She wore a black lacy crop top, accentuating her already large breasts and baggy red pants to pull the outfit together that hung perfectly off of her hips. It was sexy but still a dash of Billie, and I fucking loved it. But the feature that caught my attention wasn't her complimenting outfit or her build, but her eyes slowly clouding over with lust, roaming slowly over my figure from my legs to face. Her gaze then descends back to my cleavage, sending her in a reverie. She held her gaze there, swallowing thickly, possibly trying to hold down the sensual thoughts she must be having at the moment.

Don't worry, Billie. The feeling is very much mutual.

I finally decide to break the ice.

"Billie?" I say, my eyebrow raised, "My eyes are kinda up here."

She finally looks up at me, her blue irises almost completely engulfed in black from her dilated pupils. My mouth runs dry under her piercing gaze, but I still try for teasing.

"What were you thinking about, baby?"

"Oh sweetheart," She starts, chuckling as she slowly saunters toward me. She pulls me into an embrace, and I almost find it odd until I feel her hands roam to grip my ass hard. I gasp in surprise, feeling myself flush a faint pink. She only moves her head so her eyes will meet mine, only taking one hand off of my ass to tilt my chin, giving me a smirk. "Things that are just too sinful for your sweet little innocent ears, angel."