I’m Finna Touch You (I Have An Ai Of You)

woahhhhhhhhh 😮‍💨

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

over the counter

The cabinet rattles above the sink as I grip onto it, the cold marble of the counter top digging into my skin as Billie stands behind me, her breath tickling the back of my neck. I can feel her eyes on me, a hungry look that sends a thrill down my spine. I know what she wants, what she craves, and tonight, I’m going to give it to her. She’s been teasing me all day with her subtle glances and brushes of our hands, and I can’t wait any longer.

Her hands are firm as they grip my hips, pulling my ass towards her as she steps closer, her black nails digging into my skin through my oversized t-shirt and mini shorts. The anticipation has my heart racing, the beat of my pulse echoing in my ears. Her breath is warm against my skin as she leans in, whispering in my ear, “Ready for me, baby?”

I whimper in response, nodding my head slightly. Billie’s words I’ve grown to crave, and she knows exactly how to push my buttons. She slides her hand up the inside of my shirt, her palm flat against my stomach as she unclasps my bra. The cool air of the kitchen meets my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. She peels my shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside without a fucking care in the world.

"Billie, please," I murmur, my voice trembling with need.

Her response is a dark chuckle, and she takes a step back, her fingers tracing down my spine, making me bend down, onto the marble.

"Patience, sweetie," she says, her voice dripping with amusement.

I feel her hand caress my back, moving down to the waistband of my shorts. She takes her sweet time, dragging the zipper down, the metal cool against my skin. I bite my lip to keep from begging, my eyes squeezed shut, as she tugs the material down, revealing my lacy black underwear that has a little bow in the front.

"You're wearing the one I bought you, good."

Her hand lingers on the fabric for a moment before she yanks them down with a force that has me gasping. She steps closer, her chest pressing into my back, her hardened nipples grazing my skin.

"Now, let's see what I have here," she whispers, her fingers slipping under the fabric, finding my already wet pussy.

I moan, arching my back, pushing myself onto her fingers. Billie chuckles darkly, her grip tightening, her index finger circling my clit.

"You're so eager."

Her voice sends waves of desire crashing through me, and I want to turn around and kiss her, but she won’t let me. This isn’t the time for sweetness; it’s the time for her to take what she wants, and for me to give it to her.

Her hand moves down, parting my folds, and then slides in, the digit sinking deep. I cry out, my legs wobbling.

"Spread 'em," she commands, and I obey, my knees knocking together slightly as I spread my legs apart.

Her finger pumps in and out of me, the sensation overwhelming. My pussy clenches around her, desperate for more. She adds another, stretching me, filling me, and I know she’s just getting started.

Her thumb finds my clit again, pressing down hard as she picks up the pace. She’s rough, but it’s exactly what I need, what I want from her. I can feel my orgasm building, the tension in my body tightening like a coil ready to spring.

"You're mine," she murmurs, her breath hot against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes," I whimper, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her other hand wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me feel it, but not enough to cut off my air.

"Who's pussy is this?"

"Yours," I moan, the word barely leaving my mouth before she squeezes harder.

"Whose slut are you?"

"Your slut," I pant, my hips rocking back to meet her thrusts.

"Good girl," she purrs, her grip loosening just a bit.

Her fingers are a blur inside me now, the friction delicious as she adds a third. I can feel my legs trembling, my whole body tense with pleasure.

"You're going to come for me, aren't you?"

I nod frantically, unable to form words.

"Use your fucking words." she demands.

"Yes, Billie. I whine, desperation lacing every sound.

"That's it," she whispers

The pressure builds and builds until I’m sobbing for release, my nails digging into the marble, leaving marks behind. Then, with a final, brutal thrust, she hits my g-spot, and I come, my body spasming, my vision going white.

"Billie, Billie, Billie," I chant, my voice hoarse.

Her fingers slow, but don’t leave me, continuing to play with me as the aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through my body.

"Look at you," she says, her voice filled with satisfaction, "Dripping wet for me, aren't you? hm?"

I nod again, unable to do much else as she pulls her hand away.

"Good, but we're not done yet."

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posted on October 1st 2024 || not proofread.

believe what you want | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. your ex girlfriend, billie, shows up at your party, but fails in expressing her intentions.

warnings. fighting, glass/ blood kinda, degrading, smut, strap

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the music echoed in the hallways of your house, reminding you of the shit show going on downstairs. originally you’d planned for about one hundred people, but someone had obviously tipped your bouncer because you found yourself hosting a crowd close to five hundred people.

you were outside on the phone, desperately trying to reason with your security guard who’d seemingly disappeared. something about not being payed enough for a party of five hundred.

“fuck i’ve gotta go.” you hurriedly shoved your phone in your pocket, following the sound of broken glass coming from inside of your house.

“what the fuck happened?” you pushed your way through the crowd before you reached the sight of the black haired girl on the floor, shattered glass surrounding her. she was engrossed in an ongoing fight between her and a tall man, one you’d quickly recognised to be your soon to be ex boyfriend. and another man in a brown jacket, spitting insults at the both of them. you didn’t care to understand the situation.

“billie?” you shouted but to no avail, she couldn’t hear you, neither of them could. you texted the dj to tell him to cut the music. when he did, everyone went silent, huddling around the scene, various pulling out their phones to record.

“fuck.” she breathed when her eyes met yours. you reached your hand out to help her up, and her eyebrows furrowed. she studied your expression, attempting to figure out how mad you were, and wether she should engage with you or not.

“hey, go take care of her i’ll clean this up.” your friend brushed past you and you mouthed a thank you when the music started up again and everyone turned away.

“hey, look, i’m so-” her words tumbled out in a cloud of regret but you cut her off.

“shut up.” you pulled her arm, gesturing for her to follow you to the bathroom. on your way you caught sight of the bouncer and waved for him to come over.

“i’ll pay you whatever you want to be payed just get that guy in the brown jacket out of here, please.” he nodded and billie shook her arm out of your grasp. you glared at her in an effort to convince her into coming with you.

“i’m totally fine.” she huffed, when you raised an eyebrow. mocking her subtly.

“you’re bleeding, idiot.” she rolled her eyes and followed you to the bathroom.

“no need to be so rude.” she sat herself on the toilet as you fumbled through the cabinets, finding your first aid kit.

“you crashed my party.” you retorted, in disbelief. she’d clearly woken up and decided to be sassy today.

“you didn’t invite me.” she smirked up at you, but her expression fell when you shoved the kit into her arms, and made a stance to leave.

“you’re not gonna help me?” she chirped, somewhat teasingly, it only irritated you however.

“nope.” your hand reached for the door handle but her words halted your movements again.

“at least keep me company?” she pleaded, and when you turned to meet her, she was genuine.

“what’s your problem, billie?” she froze, not having expected to be called out so abruptly.

“huh?” it was a stupid ‘huh’, she was testing your patience.

“you crash my party, start a fight with my boyfriend, and then expect me to be nice to you.” she squinted her eyes, clearly not liking the accusation.

“you insisted on helping me.” she was unbothered by your frustration, demonstrating her lack of compassion for you in the moment.

“can you believe i didn’t want you to bleed on my white carpet?” sarcasm coated your words.

“i just think you wanted some alone time with me.” she winked and you looked away, trying to calm down before you lashed out.

“why where you fighting with him?” you ignore her previous comment, leading her to fantasise about why.

“he started it!” she said defensively.

“i know for a fact that’s not true.” she stared at you for a second, before concluding it would be useless to lie.

“okay fine, but you won’t like it.” she admitted.

“let me guess, he was cozying up to another bitch.” she was visibly surprised by your deduction, questions raiding her mind.

“don’t ask.” you said simply.

“but-”

“no.” you ran the tap, splashing your face with some water, needing the heat in your cheeks to falter.

“he doesn’t deserve you.” she said quietly, the attitude in her voice now gone.

“don’t you think i know that? it’s none of your business, billie. besides, why do you care?” the question was one you were eager to learn the answer to.

“i just..” she trailed off, packing the first aid kit back up, having finished attending to her various cuts.

“what? are you jealous?” she rolled her eyes again, pissing you off even more.

“then what is it? what could possibly make you crash my party and try to fight my boyfriend.”

“stop calling him that.” she demanded, ignoring the rest of your words as she put her hands on either side of the sink, trapping you.

“so you are jealous.” it was more of a statement rather than a question.

“believe what you want.” her eyes were still and cold, pushing you away, despite her body inching closer.

“god you’re such a dick.” the insult didn’t faze her, she knew it was true.

“i know.” her hips pressed harshly against yours as her hand grasped your chin firmly, bringing her lips to yours. as she kissed you, her body swayed, making you aware of what was beneath her jeans.

“oh really? you just came here to fuck?” her eyes bore into your own, as her cold fingers danced closer to your pussy, resting on the skin of your lower stomach. she moved her lips to your ear, kissing the skin around it as she dipped her hand under your jeans, palming your clothed heat.

“i know you want it too, baby.” your gasps fell from your lips in a frenzy and her fingers brushed your clit, teasing the skin of your thighs momentarily. “tell me to stop.”

her lips wandered your neck, leaving the skin wet and bruised, sure to turn purple.

“say it.” she repeated as she sucked on yours skin and pinched the lips of your clit, the fabric of your thong doing little to stop her.

“tell me to stop.” she said another time before her fingers ran across the wetness surrounding your hole.

“fuck, billie.” you clenched on nothing, moving your hips in attempt for some friction.

“hm?” her fingers left you immediately and she brought them up to your lips as she watched you suck them.

“suddenly you’re so needy? pathetic.” your cries of protest were muffled by her fingers, as she shoved them further down your throat, gags following when your eyes watered.

“tell me what you want, mama.” her wet fingers left your mouth and gripped your hips, pressing you firmly against the sink. your sanity had returned and you refused to give her the satisfaction of your submission.

“no?” she tutted, disappointed but accepting it as a challenge. she spun you around so that your ass was pressed against the bulge in her jeans. a choked groan left you and she chuckled. she unbuckled her belt and unzipped her jeans before doing the same to yours. she lifted your legs and attached them to her hips, guiding your back into an arch as your cheek reached the cold mirror.

“billie, please.” the plea came out raspy, when you felt her fingers circling the skin around your thong, before she pulled it off completely.

“what? you want my dick?” her bottom lip stuck out, mocking you.

“mhm.” it was a defeated grumble and she grinned when she heard it.

“what makes you think you deserve it?” she pushed the tip close to your entrance, teasing you with it, watching how your body shuddered in response.

“come on, baby. beg for it.” she snarled as she continued to tease you with the tip of her strap.

“billie, pleasee.” you whined, desperation consuming your body. your mind was in a haze, all you could think of was her.

“there’s my girl.” she let herself sink into you the base of the strap hitting the place of her arousal perfectly. her grunts traveled to your core, a knot forming quickly, building up the deeper she thrusted into you.

“fuck, you look so pretty.” she gasped, as you bounced on her dick, your hands holding you up on the sink as she continuously rammed into you from behind. she slapped your ass a couple times and swiftly bit her lip when she saw your reaction.

“billie,” it was a loud whine, signaling you were close to your release. her face was buried in your neck as her hands held your hips firmly, preventing you from moving them.

“not yet, baby.” she reached for your face, and directed it so that you were facing the mirror.

“i want you to look at me while you cum. want to see how hard i’m fucking my girl.” her words sent you straight to heaven, fogging up your mind as your tears clouded your vision.

you snapped out of it when you heard someone call your name from outside the door. billie’s movements faltered but she quickly returned to her forceful thrusts when she realised who it was.

“scream for me baby, wanna hear you. want him to hear you.” she slurred, hitting your cervex as you clenched harder, a euphoria washing over you as you released.

“billie!” loud moans strung from your mouth as she helped you ride out your orgasm. thoughts of your boyfriend long gone.

“say my name again.” she pulled out of you completely before thrusting back into your sensitive pussy. your knuckles turned white.

“fuck, bils.”

“billie? i swear to god if you don’t open the fucking door right now!” his voice boomed from the other side of the door as he started knocking furiously.

“or what?” she shouted back, your lip about to bleed from your teeth sinking into it, trying desperately to stay quiet.

“where’s my fucking girlfriend?” he hit the door multiple times as he spoke.

“she’s in here with me!” your eyes widened and you met hers in the reflection.

“i don’t believe you.” he called and billie made more of an effort to make you moan, toying with your sensitive clit.

“believe what you want.” she smirked before pulling the strap out and forcing you onto your knees. the cold bathroom tiles creating goosebumps on your skin.

“open up.” she gestured to your lips as you took the strap in your mouth. you gripped her hips to control her thrusts, but you soon failed when she hit the back of your throat.

“so sexy,” she bit her lip, watching yours eyes water. her head fell back when the strap hit her clit and she started grinding on it. your groans were muffled by the strap which brought her to the edge, and she came. as she removed the strap you palmed your jaw, feeling a slight ache.

“still jealous?” you asked her and she chuckled.

“i wasn’t jealous.” she defended.

“clearly.” you muttered sarcastically, putting your jeans and underwear back on.

note: i really hope this isn’t dog shit and that you enjoy, i’ve missed all of you it’s been like 3 days

eres española??

no pero lo aprendí durante siete años en mi escuela asi que creo que lo hablo bastante bien (trustttt)

CRÉEME no quieras oir mi acento

las doce uvas son un tradition en mi familia tambien no sé por qué 🤷‍♀️

babbles | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. billies a talker and she can’t stop herself from rambling while you’re between her thighs, or on top of her.

warnings. smut, praising, fluff.

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your head was buried in her thighs, listening to her mumbles of praise as you lapped up her juices. she tasted so sweet, her arousal coating your tongue and consuming your senses.

“mm, so good to me, baby.” her fingers were lost in your hair, tugging and pushing you harder against her. your hands kept her hips in place and her moans coaxed you into continuing. you loved getting her off. the satisfaction of her pleasure being all you needed in return. but of course, she wouldn’t let you go without taking care of your needs afterwards.

“keep going, angel.” she guided you, motioning where she needed you and how. she was always vocal with her own pleasure, never shying away from what she wanted. and it drove her crazy when you gave it to her. her mind was foggy and her lips dry, fingertips pressed against your head as your tongue danced through her folds. and yet, through all of this, she was still in control.

“fuck, baby. i’m nearly- oh my god.” her back arched into you as she came undone, and you, catching her orgasm with your tongue. she clenched around the fingers you’d had prodded in her entrance as you helped her ride out her orgasm by rubbing her clit, sucking her dry until she was overstimulated. she pulled you on top of her, reaching for her strap. this girl’s stamina was insane.

“love the way you taste, bils.” you pecked her lips as her hands wrapped themselves around your neck.

“yeah?” she smiled, unable to stop kissing you. her movements were sloppy, as she recovered and gained the strength to continue.

“mhm.” you replied, in between sweet kisses.

“love you, baby.” her tongue went past your lips, tasting herself as you moved onto her lap. she held your body firmly, groans escaping as you began grinding your hips onto her.

“patience, my love. i’m still sensitive.” you smiled, proud of your work and she clearly realised. you complied with her request for patience, kissing her was enough for the moment. and you soon got lost in it, your hands tangled in her messy hair and hers, rubbing your hips comfortingly. your breaths were in sync, your heartbeats matching each others as she broke from the kisses to mumble small words of praise. the fire in the pit of your stomach never ceased as you began to grow desperate, whining into her mouth.

“you’re so perfect for me, treat me so well.” she didn’t break away from the kiss as she positioned the strap on her pelvis. she tapped your ass, signalling for you to lift your hips. her lips parted as she was about to speak, and you knew what was coming. every-time she opened her mouth more filthy words would come out.

“come on baby, sit on my dick.” she helped you align the strap with your entrance, as you let out a choked whimper when you felt the tip. she contemplated wether you were ready to take her like that or not.

“you sure you want it raw?” she looked into you eyes, searching for hesitation but when you nodded, she pulled your hips down. she wasn’t slow with it either, forcing you to take her whole, in one go.

“mm, fuck.” you cursed into her neck, head buried there, as you gripped her arms for support. she rocked your hips back and forth before you built up the strength to do it yourself.

“that’s it, my girl.” she commented as you began bouncing like a fucking bunny. she tried to help you as best as she could but it was getting harder for her to focus.

“mm, so good. fuckin’ me so good, baby.” she made an effort to play with your tits, enjoying watching them rock with the rhythm of your body. she began bucking her hips every-time you’d sit back down on the strap, driving it deeper up your cunt. you’re eyes were squeezed shut and your mouth parted, it was a sight for sore eyes.

“lookin’ so pretty like that, babe. need you to keep doing that.” her body was moving in sync with yours, the friction so intense it nearly sent you both. she was looking at you with her eyes that had gone dark, lust consuming her as she watched you ride her strap.

“b-billie.” your mouth had run dry as you trembled in her grasp, clenching on her dick, and she swore she could feel it. she tapped your cheek in instruction to open your eyes and look at her. she was biting her lip as her eyes bore into yours, reaching for your sanity and crushing it as you went feral. she watched as you moaned, broken up cries of her name.

“keep making those pretty noises.” her grunts and babbles of praise never faltered. and when you grew tired, at the brink of your orgasm, she helped you rock your hips those last few times. you collapsed on her, a white, hot sensation taking over your body as you moaned into her mouth.

“i could stay like this forever.” she whispered on your lips and you nodded.

“don’t pull out, not yet, please.” she smirked as you said this, caressing your skin as you leaned into her warm body.

“of course, whatever you want, baby.”

I LITERALLY CANNOT

ive spent five fucking consecutive hours on this essay for my english lit course and i HATE ITTT

it’s fine deadline is friday but STILLLLL 😖

Tell a friend to tell a friend.. that the bitch is back

well……

no i’m kidding trust this is the start to my grind

can you make a enemy Billie x sub reader but Billie's the readers roommate and they got in to a physical fight and after the fight she held the reader against a wall??? and you do the rest please babes?

this took me agessssss, i hope you love it babe 😘

admit you want me

Billie Eilish x y/n

Late for tea date

As you strolled through the rain-slicked streets of Los Angeles, the gentle drizzle drenched you completely, causing your white dress adorned with delicate blue flowers to cling to your skin. The warm, yellow glow of the streetlights illuminated your path as you quickened your pace, eager to reach Billie. Unexpectedly held back at work by your boss, you found yourself running late for the long-awaited tea date with your girlfriend.

As you arrived at the teashop, you spotted your girlfriend Billie in the middle of opening her umbrella, her face marked by a sad, disappointed expression. "Billie!" you called out, rushing toward her in haste. "I’m so sorry, my boss kept me there for s–"

"It’s fine, it’s fine," she interrupted, her tone clipped yet weary. "I don’t care. Let’s just go home."

You hesitated, her words stinging more than you expected. Reaching her side, you gently touched her arm, hoping to convey your remorse. "Billie, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting. I was looking forward to this all day..."

She sighed, closing the umbrella with a snap. "I know, I know," she muttered, avoiding your gaze. "Let's just go home, okay?"

***

The ride home was oppressively silent, the air thick with unspoken words. You stared out of the rain-speckled window, the city lights blurring past, guilt gnawing at you. You hadn't meant to make her wait—it wasn’t even your fault. Your boss had kept you chained to your desk all day. But that didn’t matter now. What mattered was the sting of Billie’s disappointment, which lingered in the space between you like a shadow.

You wanted to say something, to explain, to apologize again, but the exhaustion weighed you down. The rhythmic hum of the car lulled you into stillness, and before you realized it, your eyes drifted shut. Your head gently dropped onto her shoulder, and the tension in your body finally gave way to sleep.

Billie glanced at you, startled at first, but her expression softened as she took you in. The faint pinkish shadows under your eyes told a story of how hard you’d been pushing yourself. And then there were your soft snores—quiet, almost childlike. She knew you only snored when you were utterly drained.

Her anger began to dissolve, replaced by a quiet understanding. She sighed, her hand brushing against yours ever so slightly. She couldn’t stay mad at you, not when you looked so vulnerable, so completely worn out.

She made up her mind that when you both arrive home, she’ll brew tea—your favorite blend, the one you always say she makes better than anyone else.

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Part 2

Hi babyyy, don't mind me... I'm just stopping by to do my daily stalking and giggling at every fic of yours i read 🤭 speaking of stalking... the stalker billie series!!!! Omg, I'm going FERAL.

Anywayyy, how are you?!

ahhhhhhh hiiiii thank youu

don’t get me STARTED on your pagee

i’m still v sick but we’re pushing through 🤧

If you're a man and follow me. Unfollow me rn please !!!

I'm actually pissed off with something I saw on Tumblr about some creep saying disgusting things about billie, leave our baby alone. You're a pathetic looser that only has one thing on your mind get a life ! 😁🖕🏻