🌟bILLIE eILISH smut 🌟

fuck that attitude outta u (b.e.)

THUGILLIE 🥳🤩

SILVER / BLUE HAIR BILLIE

attitude, nasty fucking, squirting, dom billie, slutttttt me outttttt, degrading, praise, talking u thru it, dirtyyyyy talk

You could feel the tension building all day, dragging on.

The looks she gave you across the room. The smirks when you didn't respond to something she asked you whilst you were out with her. The way her jaw tightened when you muttered something sarcastic under your breath.

You were pushing her. And you knew it.

You kept the act and attitude up. You were just pissed off lately, no reason why particularly, but you were just in a foul mood. You had been taking it out on and around her. Sarcastic comments, rolling your eyes, ignoring her, snapping occasionally. She would shrug it off, give you a little warning look, kiss her teeth at the wsy you spoke to her sometimes, but she didn't bite back. not yet at least

When you both stepped through the front door that night after being out for dinner on a date jhust the two of you, something changed.

You barely made it five steps in before you felt it: her energy shifted almost instantly. She didn't say anything, she didn't have to really. She just shut the door behind you, quiet as ever.

You started taking your heels off, she demanded you wore a cute dress with heels tonight. And you listened, even though you really did wanna ignore her.

(listen if this not ur style dw me neither but like it's hot, and shes in her thugillie era so shes hella baggy and hot looking in her clothes, so WE have to pull thru with the fem)

You head upstairs and hear her footsteps follow after you, you make your way to the bedroom, sitting at the vanity, turning on the mirror's lighting, and starting to take your jewellery off.

Shhe was watching you. You could feel her gaze like heat across your back, it's impossible to ignore.

"Still got that attitude?"

Her voice was calm. Dangerously calm. It made your heartrate spike.

You scoffed, not turning around. "Guess I do." You answered with a sassy tone.

The sound of her footsteps made you feel anticipation for whats probably gonna happen next.

"That's cute," she murmured, voice raspy and low. "I might have to fuck that attitude outta you..."

Your stomach flipped at her tone and confidence.

She walked around you slow, until she was standing beside you, watching you in the mirror at the vanity. Her chain caught the light, her rings glinted, and her gaze pinned you exactly where she wanted you.

"I told you... no more warnings."

Before you could even try to protest and give an excuse or sassy reply, her hands were already on you as she leaned down.

One hand on your waist, the other sliding up the front of your neck, wrapping around your throat, applying slight pressure, as she pulled your neck and head to the side and upwards to face her, since she was still standing.

And then she kissed you. Hard.

It wasn't careful or sweet. It was claiming, like she was finally letting herself say everything she'd been holding back.

When she pulled back, her lips barely brushed yours.

"Stand up," she commanded, pulling you up by your wrist, you can't help but comply with the motion.