Billie Eilish Fanfic - Bully.

Control. SMUT.

I loved hearing Billie sing, but I never even knew she could sing... before this trip. Her voice was beautiful. She was so talented. I wondered what other talents she was hiding from me. She didn't think her abilities were above average, of course. Billie was always more critical of herself than others were, but obviously everyone else was impressed because Finn's manager asked Billie to open for Finn when the artist he had scheduled backed out last minute. I helped Billie practice in a rental studio in San Diego. She was rattled. I wasn't used to seeing her so nervous. Billie played a cocky bully but inside she was insecure.

Billie ruffled her hair and pulled at the crotch of her Gucci sweatpants that were about 4 sizes too big on her. She looked hot as fuck. I really wanted to get under those sweats but right now was not the time. She needed me to be her friend right now.

"Okay you ready to try again?" I asked.

Billie nodded and I began to play piano again, my grandmother had taught me on her grand piano that she had in her living room. I learned how to play so quickly that I could read full sheets of music the very first day that I touched the keys. I loved it.

I'm not crying on the phone when you call...what's the use...in begging you to stay....

Billie began to sing an unreleased song that Finneas had written for her. She hit every note like the song was being made up as she went along. It sounded perfect but Billie found flaws every time she did another run.

"That was perfect Bil," I rubbed her shoulder after she finished the song.

She quickly shook her head no,

"Did you hear the bridge? I rattled. I need to practice more...drink more tea for my throat..." she started to ruffle her hair again.

"I think that's enough for today Bil, your voice needs a break. Let's go back to the hotel and relax?"

She reluctantly agreed and we took an Uber back to the hotel Finn's manager had reserved for us. I ordered room service vegan pizza and some hot tea for Billie while she took a shower, then I rubbed her shoulders as we started a movie. She sunk into my lap and began to relax.

I felt a hand grab my face and I looked down to see a tearful Billie sniffling as she looked directly up at me,

"Baby what's wrong?" I asked, moving to get a better view of her pretty blue watering eyes.

"I'm just so fucking sorry Cleo. I can't believe I did what I did to you...you didn't deserve it at all....I'm just. You're too good for me," I was confused for a split second before I realized the "what I did" was Rachel. That's what she did. I couldn't help but grimace at the thought. She repositioned herself to be sitting directly in front of me and grabbed my hand, "thank you for trying to work this out with me...you will not regret it."

I gulped, giving a half smile before we heard a knock on the door. The pizza. Of course.

Billie stood up and wiped her tears, speed walking towards the door. I heard her thank the boy delivering and she opened the box on the bed with me as she sipped her tea. We laughed like we used to and I felt like an actual girlfriend again, not a prisoner. I missed that feeling.

We hadn't had sex since we started going on tour but I was starting to feel in the mood. I mean...we were acting like a couple again. I reached over to Billie's exposed collar bone as she only wore a tank top and sweatpants right now. I kissed that collar bone after rubbing my thumb across it and then my lips went further up her neck, her head rolled back in response and she let out a quiet moan.

She had just eaten 3/4 of an extra large vegan pizza by herself, but she had never looked better. I was craving her, not fucking pizza.

I put my lips up to her ear as I pushed her hair back, her full attention was on me.

"Lay back Bil," I urged.

She sat up straight, starting to protest. She hated being a bottom. She loved telling people that she was a top. Which she was...she rarely let me touch her the way I wanted to, or control her the way I wanted to....but tonight I wanted it more than she didn't.

I kissed her lips roughly and pushed her back on her back, legs open on the bed. She swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip, giving me a slight nod of consent.

I grinned and straddled her still clothed body, putting her hands up above her head,

"Trust me baby," I whispered in her ear, causing shivers to run down her spine.

I continued the rough kissing I had started, pushing my tongue in her mouth and roaming. She didn't even fight for power, she let me win, which was surprising but satisfying.

I grabbed at her chest and massaged her boobs.  Her nipples were always sensitive and I wanted to do more to them, I tugged at the bottom of her tank top and she quickly pulled it off. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her belly button ring shined, reflecting off of the bedside table light in the bland hotel room.

I moved my tongue to her nipples, sucking roughly, I felt her legs squeeze in response and she let out small moans. She looked down at me working on her chest, locking eye contact. I couldn't help but smile in response. I never got to be in control like this.

I moved my free hands down to the waistband of her sweats as my mouth continued on her other nipple. My fingers travels down her lacy panties lightly, hips already bucking in response. I chuckled at her excitement.

I sat up and repositioned myself in between her legs as she removed her sweatpants and panties. I had never been directly in between her legs when she was naked before. I could tell she was self conscious, avoiding eye contact with me and closing her legs slightly as I stared in awe.

"Bil- relax it's just me," I reassured her, rubbing her thigh. I remembered how sweet she had been to me during our first time together. I had no idea what I was doing or what to expect back then...but she made sure I was comfortable.

Billie gave me a small smile and relaxed her legs, allowing them to separate. I put my tongue directly on her clit and swirled it around slowly, just like Billie had done to me a million times before. Her head fell back on the pillow and she grasped her left boob with her hand as I continued. Her moans encouraged me. I felt myself getting excited and finally realized why Billie always preferred to please me, it was a great feeling to make someone else lose control.

I put a finger inside of her, looking at her face to gauge how much more I should do. After a few minutes of steady pumping I pushed a second finger in slowly. She looked down and held eye contact with me as she gave another small confirmation nod. I pumped in and out faster as I moved my tongue in a rhythmic motion. I curled my fingers up the way that Billie had done to me so many times and she started moaning louder, grabbing onto my hair and the sheets. Eventually, I felt her walls contract several times. I slowed down and enjoyed watching her have an orgasm. I never thought I would see this. It was so rewarding.

She took a few recovery breathes before flipping me on my back in one swift movement,

"Your turn now baby girl."