billie eilish smut

under my pants

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strap-on | semi public masturbation/sex | bottom!billie

"i want you to wear it"

"what?" i said, buttoning up the white silk prada blouse billie's stylists gave me, we were about to leave for the billboard's women in music event where billie had asked me to accompany her

her finger placed under my chin, making me face her. her glaring blue eyes stared into me making me feel coy; even though i was inches taller than her and she was a sub bottom, some of the tiniest little actions from her made my knees go weak

"you know..." one of her hand went to grasp my ass and the other slid down my covered lap, a cocky smile appeared on her face. i yanked my hips, taking a step back

"what?" i finished buttoning up my shirt, resting my hands on my hips, "we're about to leave we can't fuck now"

"no, i meant... you know, like wear it... to the event"

i frown, realizing what she meant all along, "oh no"

"pleaseeeee, pretty, pretty, pretty please?" she pleaded, lowering herself basically begging, hugging me, "you're gonna look so fucking hot baby come on"

"i-i mean, s-sure but not on an event, billie! jesus"

"oh come on, no one will notice! you're wearing black pants! no one will notice i swear"

"billie-" her hands grabbed my arms, moving them side to side

"please (y/n), these things go on for soooo long and... sometimes a bitch just gets horny as fuck" she shrugged nonchalantly

"sometimes? always" i laughed

"so is that a yes?" she smiled, hugging me tight

i looked into her pleading eyes, while it's a little scary and nerve-racking, i would be lying if i said it didn't turn me on a little. images of me fucking billie in a bathroom, trying to hold back her moans but failing amusingly while people wait outside the bathroom not wanting to even guess why we're taking so long rushed through my head,

"fine! but only this one time, okay?"

"sure... we'll see about that" her eyebrows rose, winking and feeling down my crotch. before she turned around her hands went up to unbutton a few buttons on my shirt, "so much better, gotta let the girls breathe" she planted a kiss on my collarbone, rushing out the room to get the fucking strap on, this girl's gonna make me crazy

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"billie! billie! right here!" the dozens of cameramen shouted, trying to get billie to turn around and pose for their cameras. events and award shows were kinda cool and billie always seemed to have so much fun, but in almost all of them she'd get super horny and rush me to the bathroom, even when she was minutes away from performing or was about to receive something, it didn't matter to her,

often times she'd look back at me, winking and staring down at my packed crotch which i instantly tried to cover. it was a bitch because i couldn't just cross my hands over it, the length kinda made a bulge in my pants, "put it on your right side, that looks hot" billie said, while helping me tuck the strap on in my pants,