Don't Get too Close: A Billie and Brandon Story

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***so turns out that i write wayyy better in 3rd person so we'll keep that up :))

The weekend had finally rolled around leaving Billie with all different types of emotions. She didn't understand why Brandon basically chose Paris over her. Or was Billie just being toxic? Or were her feelings justified?

Obviously, she didn't mind Brandon having a friend because, shit, she had plenty of friends, but Paris was obviously pushing boundaries and she hated the fact that Brandon couldn't see it.

Then, Josh. He was starting to really freak her out. After the thing that happened at lunch, for the rest of the week he kept pushing his luck.

During class he continued to touch her despite knowing of her relationship and she never objected to it. Each time she just froze. Like he had control over her which was odd because no one ever did that to her. Even with Daddy she at least attempted to fight him off, but with Josh she just froze.

Everytime it happened though, she did ask him to stop but he didn't. She knew for a fact that she didn't like him or appreciate what was happening but something in her tells her to not fight it. It was like a conscience telling her to stop fighting because everytime she tried to defend herself something bad happens.

Nevertheless, she knew it was wrong and she knew she shouldn't let it happen anymore.

She was laying in her bed texting all her friends while feeling like a bad bitch since she had just gotten her nails done for the first time when she heard the doorbell ring from downstairs. She didn't think anything of it and just let Maggie open the door while she stayed in her bed.

She heard a knock on her bedroom door and yelled for whoever to come in and she jumped as Brandon walked in, closing the door behind him.

"Hey." Brandon said all awkwardly and cute. Billie sat her phone down and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Hey, Brandon. What are you doing here?"

"I came to be a fucking simp." he said walking over to her and sitting next to her on her bed. "Look, I know I was fucking stupid to keep talking to Paris and for letting you walk away, even though I enjoyed the view." he said, pausing to like his lips. "I don't want you to feel like I'll choose any bitch over you, because you mine."

She smiled at his cheesy ass apologize and pecked him on the lips.

"But I thought she was your best friend." she mocked him.

"Yeah, about that, she tried coming on to me and of course I cursed that bitch out and told Prince."

"Oh, you had to wait for her to tell you that she was gonna do something like that?" she asked sarcastically.

Then, out of nowhere, he pushed her down by her shoulders and smashed their lips together.

"We ain't talking bout her no more, alright?" he said in demand.

"Mhmm." she nodded through the kiss.

As their lips roughly moved in sync, Brandon slid his hand under Billie's tight fitting tank top to gently massage her breast. Her breaths were very uneven as the heat from their bodies intensified.

Brandon leaned up and slipped his shirt off then did the same to Billie.

"Do you wanna do this?" he asked. She didn't say anything but quickly nodded and tugged him back down on top of her where they continued to kiss.

Brandon broke the kiss to go for her neck where he almost immediately found her sweet spot. The feeling of his lovebites made her softly moan.

He reached down to slip his hand in her panties and began teasing her mercilessly. As her moans began to get a little louder, she realized that her mom was still home and could very much hear her if she were to get loud enough.

"Wait, Maggie can probably hear us." she breathlessly whispered.

"You think so?" he said kissing his teeth.

"Yes, just get up." she said leaning up as he did the same.

She noticed that his dick was visually hard through his sweatpants. She didn't want to leave him on blue balls for a second time so she came up with an idea.

She pushed him down by his shoulders, mimicking what he did to her and went straight down to his waistline.

She reluctantly pulled his pants slightly down along with his boxers. She froze at how tall it stood up and started second guessing herself.

After staring in shock for a few seconds, she finally put it in her mouth, going as far down as possible, which was pretty far down. She kept the momentum as she heard his grunts and pleasure sounds come more frequently.

She suddenly stopped as it became clear that he was about to nut and she just started kissing it on the sides, on the tip, on his waistline.

She did this just to mess with him until he groaned in irritation and grabbed her head and forced himself into her mouth. He thrusted upwards in her mouth, throat fucking her with his hand still on her head not giving her a chance to escape. This made it very hard for her to breathe and caused spit and drool to make a mess everywhere.

He didn't stop until he finally finished in her mouth with a loud grunt. She swallowed him and continued to deepthroat despite already having a sore throat.

"Damn, baby, you not done?" he asked looking down at her.

She finally stopped and climbed up to him and kissed his neck softly. She then sat up on top of him and slapped him good across the face.

"You asshole, I couldn't breathe. You could've warned me before deciding to fuck my throat." she shouted. He rubbed his stinging face and sat up to be face to face with her.

"I'm sorry baby, but you was playing with me, you knew I was finna cum." he smirked. She just rolled her eyes in response.

"Whatever." she said.

"Mhm." he said leaning in to kiss her. "I fucking love you."

sorry if the smut made you cringe :(  im not that good at it 😓