Don’t Kill Me This Is So Late

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Make It Better

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: it's almost 3 am and I'm doing this but hey ! Tann never fucking sleeps 😀 enjoy 😙

Summary: you helped your girlfriend relax.

Warnings: soft dom billie, sub reader, eating out (bil receiving) think that's it ? Smut as per !

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It had been a long day for the both of you, Billie finally arriving home complaining slightly on song topic, how her and Finneas just couldn't seem to get anything done today. She knew she couldn't rush anything but it still annoyed her.

You two were currently laying in bed on your phones. You had been home all day, doing household chores to make sure everything was clean. You had missed her so much today, and to be honest you were starting to feel horny. That didn't help when you just opened tiktok, watching your for you page when you see edits of your girlfriend.

You loved them all, soft ones, hot ones. But this one in particular set something off inside you. It was from one of her music videos, Happier Than Ever, she was on the roof in the rain. When you catch sight of her mouth moving in a sexy way, the same way it would when your lips were on her lower ones. Your mind races as you look beside you, directly at her. You shift on the bed, feeling your pussy throb at the thought.

You place your phone down. Going to slowly get ontop of her. "Babyy." You place your hands on her shoulders. She lets out a tired sigh. "Yeah, sweetheart?" She could never ever take anything out on you, always so soft even when she had a shit day.

"Want me to make it better bils." You kiss her cheek softly, her hand coming up to your check to move some hair out of your face. "What do you have in mind sweet girl, hm?" You bit your lip gently, staring at her lips and features lovingly. "You wanna help me out baby?" You nod, really wanting to. She grabs your hand getting you to get off the bed.

"Knees angel." You do exactly that, eager to taste her. You wanted it, and so did she. She looks down at you, her blue eyes heavy with lust. Lids hooded. Her hand comes in contact with your chin, keeping your head there so you look at her. "Take off my pants baby go on." You grip them, pulling them down along with her merch boxers. She wore them all the time, and so did you. You loved wearing her merchandise it was always the softest, cozy thing you owned.

They pool around her ankles as you're face to face with her cunt. It glistening just for you, a small whine leaves your lips so excited to dive in. She chuckles at you. "Too precious." Your hands grasp her thighs as your tongue touches her clit, a whiney sigh escaping you. It was music to her ears. She craved your noises. Even more so against her. Her hands go to your hair, gripping firmly as your tongue moves to her entrance, tasting her so carefully. You were in heaven.

Her moans soon spill into the dark bedroom. "Fuck.." She breathes delicately. Your movements soon sped up. Her taste invading your mind, causing your eyes to roll back. A louder moan coming out of you. You were desperate to taste more of her. She groans slightly, that turning into beautiful moans. Not only did you desperately need her to cum. You were begging in your mind for her to make that face, the face she made in the video.

So your tongue moves from her entrance to her clit, incredibly fast. You eventually end up sucking her flaps in the process. You whine into her as the taste becomes more. She was close. "Good girl, good girl good girl." Her voice was slightly whiney as she guided your face deeper. "That's it, fuck!" She purrs as you found the right momentum. Your eyes dart up to her face, noticing it back slightly, seeing her mouth agape. There it was!

She made no sound while doing so, too caught up in the way your tongue moved. But soon enough she was gushing all over your tongue. You drink, thirsty. Her hands massaging your scalp as you do, feeling your head lean on her thigh. Out of breath yourself. "So fucking good to me baby. So. Good."

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Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: angry sex is all I can say 😩 enjoy 😇

Summary: she's mad at you, but it doesn't last long.

Warnings: smut ! Car sex, angry sex, RED ROOTS BILLIE ! Rough billie 😋

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She was mad. Angry. But that didn't even begin to explain it. But so were you, she didn't have a right to be mad at you. You two were on the brink of an argument, only moments before one of you breaks. Hence why she dragged you out of that club. The Audi was speeding through the night when suddenly she speaks up. "You shouldn't of done that." Her voice was stern. "Billi-" "No. It was stupid." Your eyes roll. "Oh please give it a break, I needed some space." She's silent. No reply. "I'm sure you did too." You look out the window, when you see your surroundings blur as she speeds up.

You turn your head to face her. Her left hand was gripped tightly around the steering wheel eyes glued infront of her. Fury radiating off her body. Your nerves pick up, you had to admit it was thrilling. She always made you feel that way and would never ever put you in danger so you trusted her. Her nuckles flex, veins popping in the night lighting. "Billie." You then say trying to get her to either slow down just a tiny bit or talk to you. There was no telling what could happen as her foot presses harder on the accelerator. "Billie." You repeat more forceful. Feeling your heart rate pick up.

Nothing. As the car speeds up her anger only increases. Her eyes darken, her brows furrowing. This is the most mad you've seen her in forever and it frightened you whenever you saw it. But at the same time, it made her look even more attractive, sending you hot. Your eyes dart to her hand, everything more prominent because of her grip. "Bills.." You whisper, and that's when she looks at you. The exact same look on her face. Still nothing, but a slight smirk.

Try to stop me, I'm like no way.

She could see slight fear, but with the past incidents, she knew that you knew she would never do anything but protect you. Just some harmless fun. It was turning her on. Even more so when you squeeze your thighs together, her eyes move to look. Noting that the dress you wore was ridden up very high. "Scared?" You shake your head. But you do get a bit scared as she keeps looking at you, pushing down all the way going far over the speed limit. But what was going to happen? It was 3 in the morning. There's nobody out.

Speeding like this shit was stolen.

Your eyes knit together with worry. "Billie-" Your eyes look to the road making sure she's still going straight. She surprisingly was. Your head looks back at her, her eyes on you intently, tilting her head a bit. "Tell your eyes that." Your breath catches in your throat. "Im still mad at you." She chuckles dryly. "Ditto." Her voice was dripping with venom. Your body shifts in the seat, causing her to look down at your thighs, biting her lip. "Fuck it." She mumbles. "Wha-?" But you were cut completely short as she slams on the breaks, putting her arm infront of you to make sure you don't fly forward.

Confusion strikes you as you're in the middle of nowhere. "Backseat. Now." Even though you were still slightly mad at her, your brain was telling you to do it. Wanting to see where this would lead. "Gunna show you just how angry I am." She says getting out the drivers seat and slamming the door. You flinch just slightly not expecting it. But my god was she sexy this way. You climb into the back, not caring if your dress moved more. She was just going to move it anyways. She opens the door, getting in and grabbing you. "Come on baby get on top, there you go."

She grabs your face instantly kissing you with absolute fire. Your mind shuts down. Forgetting even why you two were arguing. She was still very well aware, grabbing one of your hands and placing it on her belt. "I'm still pissed, you undo it. Kay?" "Okay." Your fingers fiddle with it, unhooking it and grabbing her zipper. "Good, good." She says observing. "Keep going." Your breath stills, moving her jeans to get the fake dick out. On full display. "Don't see why I have to do all the work. Sit." She stares into your soul, your heart rate still picking up. You felt like her prey in the little game. "B-" You begun but immediately shut up as she raises a brow. Tongue visibly poking into her cheek.

I got dirty in my own veins.

Fuck. You were so incredibly screwed. "Sit." She repeats. Your hands quickly try to take your underwear off, finding everything more difficult especially with her God damn eyes glued on you. You go to grab it again breathing out shakily. Lining it up perfectly and slowly sinking down. And with how wet she had you it wasn't hard. "Good fucking girl." Your mouth hangs open at the feeling of the slight stretch, causing both of you to bite your lips. Your hips move on her with need, everything about it was hasty. Gripping her shoulders for support. The feeling of how deep it was going straight to your stomach. Literally. Her hands make contact with the straps.

Pulling them down and letting your breasts spill out. "You're going to apologize." And that's when you give her a look. "The fuck I'm no-" Her hand comes flying to your jaw causing your mouth to close shut. "You want this right? You want me in you correct?" You whimper out as her fingers most definitely leave marks but you gave zero shits. You wanted that, you wanted her to mark you all over. "Speak." She orders. You gulp back a moan as she ruts up into you, making sure you're focusing. "Y-yes." "Apologize." She warns you with her eyes. "But-" Her hands instantly move.

Picking your hips up off of her making you whine out, her trips to the gym really paying off. "I'm sorry!" You screech. She gives it a second but she didn't need to. She had you exactly where she wanted you. "I'm sorry Bills, I'll talk to you next time just please. Please, need to feel you so bad." You felt pathetic, but you needed this desperately. She slowly puts you back down, making a moan slip into the car. It soon smelling of sex. Her hands continue their previous actions. Grabbing both your tits and kneading them. "Speed up baby, atta girl." Your eyes roll back as you feel her pinch your nipples. Moving up and down on her. Her hands moving down your body.

I can feel it in my brain.

Gripping your sides and helping you move even quicker. "Fuck!" You say falling against her, letting your head land on her shoulder. Her leg lifts up, bringing the one straddled on her up aswel in the process, getting a perfect angle. Your brain fogs up, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel it deeper. "Billie.." You breathe. She doesn't respond, only rutting her hips up into you. Causing you to almost scream but your mouth turns and bites the flesh on her shoulder. Her teeth sink into her lip as you do so, finding every action of yours attractive.

She grips your ass tightly, slamming you down with more force onto her dick. "Cum on me baby, do it. Know you can." Your head turns to the side, still having it rested on her shoulder. Moving so you can watch just a little of what was happening. Your breath uneven, having it warm against her neck as your fucked out state comes closer. And closer. And within seconds your juices are leaking all over her, moans floating into her eardrums. She was in heaven. "W-was that a good apology?" You tiredly speak.

She smiles to herself stroking your hair, soothingly. "Yeah baby. A very good one."

"I'm sorry too." She then says, kissing your head. "It's okay Billie. Trust me. We gave eachother a pretty good apology."

"Agreed."

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?"

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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

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show them you’re mine | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. since you’re recent album, you’ve been getting a lot of attention on social media, needless to say billie, your girlfriend, got quite jealous.

warnings. jealousy, slight fluff, slight angst, smut, fingering, hickies.

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“baby, look at how they’re thirsting over you. don’t they know you’re in a relationship?” billie was scrolling through twitter, uncertain of the outcome of your recent rise to fame. she had decided this was the best way to kill the time as the both of you waited to go on stage, you, being the opening act.

“as a matter of fact they don’t.” you’d found the humour in her words at the fact that your relationship was private.

“it’s not funny.” she huffed, her sigh notably overdramatic.

“it’s cute to see you jealous, babe. but you know i’d never want any of them, only you.” she smiled slightly at the reassurance, but couldn’t admit the true extent of her feelings towards the comments.

“i’m not jealous, i just find it slightly ridiculous.”she crossed her arms, turning off her phone in attempt to block out the endless stream of tweets.

“you find it ridiculous that people are thirsting over me?” you teased her and panic flooded her features for a moment.

“no of course not, angel. i just don’t like people talking about you like that. it’s reserved for me.” she dipped her head sideways and kissed the side of your lips. your smirk however, didn’t falter.

“what if i like the attention?” her cold eyes squinted at you, as if to test if she’d heard you correctly.

“i can give you more than enough attention, you don’t need it from them.” she kissed your jaw, repeatedly, your sighs; content.

“mm, i’d like some of that attention now.” you admitted as she raised her eyebrows. she’d never be one to refuse a request like that.

“oh yeah? where do you want it?” she bit her lip momentarily, eyeing you below her.

“you know where i want it bils.” a whine of impatience, her hands roaming your body in all the places you didn’t need her most.

“need to hear you say it, darling.” the term of endearment only teased you further.

“i need you to get me off.” you admitted and she smirked, yet not completely satisfied.

“how?” she said simply, earning a groan of frustration.

“i don’t care, with your fingers, your mouth, anything billie.” you begged, just wanting her touch, her comfort. her wicked smile couldn’t help but turn you on.

“do you think if i recorded you begging me to touch you they’d take a hint?” she cocked her head sideways, returning to the topic of the previous conversation. her words were filthy and they made you grow desperate.

“billie.” you whined and she raised an eyebrow, still failing to do anything. “i don’t care about them, i just want you.” she looked into your eyes, and the moment could almost be mistaken as sweet. before she rushed to the straps of your shirt, pulling them down enough to expose your entire chest. her lips met yours, as her actions almost met your needs. she smiled into the kiss, as she fumbled with your skirt, bunching it up and pulling away from the kiss to grip the hem of your underwear. however, she didn’t pull them down, instead, she just kept her hand there.

“billie.” you said in between kisses.

“mhm.” she replied not breaking away, not letting you speak. so instead you voiced your request by tugging on her shirt, indicating you wanted it off. but instead of complying with your demands, she shook her head. her lips left yours, giving you space to breathe, as she moved onto your neck.

“fuck, bils.” the moan left you as soon as she began sucking the skin of your neck, her lips hadn’t left it in minutes. she worked down your neck and closer to your cleavage, taking her sweet time. she knew what she was doing by ignoring where you needed her most, and she loved your desperate state.

“billiee.” the whine fell on deaf ears, as she continued attacking your neck until she had the area covered in bruises, tainting your skin purple. when she finally finished, she sat up, admiring her work.

“are you done?” you asked as her gaze shifted to yours and you met eyes. she grinned, and your smile dropped slightly. “what?” you asked sternly as she giggled.

“just wait until you see what i’ve done to your neck.” if it was bad now, it would be even worse by the time the show starts. before you could get up to go check she pushed you back down, shaking her head slowly. her hands moved to your inner thighs as your breaths became uneven and the hickeys forgotten. she was giving you what you wanted, but she’d make sure it was slow.

before you could complain, she shut you up with her lips. her hands roamed your clothed pussy as she swallowed every one of your moans, soaking in the feeling of your pleasure. it took her a while to finally take your underwear off and dip through your folds. but when she did, she groaned at what she found.

“who are you so fucking wet for baby?” she purred onto your lips before stopping her movements when you didn’t answer. a whine left your lips.

“mm, you of course.” it was all you could manage to get out in this foggy state. she circled your clit, pinching and applying pressure in all the right places as you squirmed in her embrace.

“say my name, darling.” she whispered in your ear, sending shivers throughout your body, and clouding your mind.

“it’s all for you billie.” it was more of a chant than anything else and she drunk it in like it was her lifeline. finally satisfied, she sunk her two fingers in as you bit your lip out of fear of screaming. you made eye contact with her, and those hooded eyes could’ve made you cum like that.

her fingers worked they’re way deeper as she curled them and used her thumb to fondle your clit. the string of moans leaving your mouth were filthy, only urging her to thrust her fingers harder and deeper, getting you off like you wanted her to.

“feel you tightening around my fingers baby, are you that desperate to cum already?” she mocked, her smirk revealing the glittering gems on her teeth. “well?” she repeated, waiting for an answer, grabbing your chin harshly when she didn’t get one.

“yeah bils.” you kissed her again, drinking in her sweet taste as you came all over her fingers, mouth agape as she bit your bottom lip. she loved seeing you like this. as you came down from your high, she pulled out her fingers as you clenched on nothing, wincing just slightly. her fingers came up to your mouth as you let them slide in, sucking your cum off her fingers while she stared at you. her eyes were still dark, wanting more than she was letting on.

“are you still jealous?” you asked her.

“i won’t be tonight.” she smirked as you got up to look at yourself in the mirror. surprisingly your makeup had held up well, although you’d probably have to redo your hair. what definitely took the cake was your neck. it was covered in dark purple hickeys.

“billie what the fuck?” you exclaimed, a little angry.

“what? i wanted to show them you’re mine.” she chuckled, which only earned her a glare.

“well you definitely got what you wanted, im not even going to have time to cover them up properly.” you huffed, but she clung to your waist kissing your neck softly, smiling proudly in the mirror.

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male fantasy | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. when you encounter your ex girlfriend, an awkward moment turns into something more, and you both begin to rethink your decision to end things.

warnings. angst kinda, fluff

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cool wind fanned your face as your stride lead you through the streets of the Gloria Molina park. the faint jingle of your dog’s collar indicating which way you’d go next, as her small little being told you which direction to walk in. you weren’t focused on her, or your surroundings. instead, engrossed in the discussion you were having with your mom over text.

“fuck, i’m so sorry.” you hadn’t been looking at where you were going, and a sudden bark made you look up before you slammed into a girl with black hair. you wouldn’t have recognised her so quickly, had it not been for her dogs bark. a dog that had been all too familiar, and who’d obviously recognised you.

“shark.” it was quiet, but she’d heard it from above, observing how her dog circled your legs in excitement. your gaze lifted to her, and she gave you a weak smile, waiting for you to say something more.

“billie, wow. it’s been a while.” you said, interrupted by both dogs jumping when they’d spotted each other.

“yeah, shark’s obviously glad, he definitely missed you.” she chuckled somewhat awkwardly.

“how long has it been?” you pondered, trying to make conversation with the girl.

“since we broke up, 3 years i’d say?” a mumble followed her words as you considered how unbelievable it’d been that you hadn’t crossed paths in 3 years.

“so how are you?” when neither of you made a move to exit the awkward conversation in any way, you decided you might as well ask.

“uh, good, yeah i’ve been good. how about you?” her expression was sincere as she distracted herself with the handle of shark’s leash.

“same here.” the silence that followed was uncomfortable, as you held eye contact but didn’t speak. her features were unchanged, except slightly matured, but the familiarity was still present.

“look, this is weird ‘cause i’ve been caught off guard but we should talk more, i’ve missed you.” she was the one to break the ice, as both of you then slowly eased into each others presence.

“yeah, i’d love that.” she made a move for your phone, unlocking it due to the fact you hadn’t changed the password, and entering in her phone number.

“i also feel like we should really talk, we never got any kind of closure.” your relationship had ended in a haze of messy tears and headaches, you hadn’t talked it out mutually.

“like right now?” she laughed shaking her head, amused at your widened eyes.

“no, no. just call me. okay?” she smiled and you nodded, waving her a goodbye as she walked in the opposite direction. you watched her leave and she looked back, quickly meeting your eyes before you turned your head.

‘i got a call from a girl i used to know’

“hey, is this billie?” your voice filled her ear, confirming that your encounter had been a reality.

“yeah it’s me, i’m glad you called.” her tone was sweet, inviting. as if she’d gotten comfortable talking to you again.

“yeah?” that was still somewhat of a shock, you momentarily cursed yourself for letting her back into your life, unsure as to if this was a good idea.

“i was going to ask you if you’d want to come over for coffee or something?” your answer should be no.

“of course, i’d love that.” you found yourself speaking before having thought rationally about it.

“great! how’s friday?” she was audibly excited.

“perfect.”

‘we were inseparable years ago’

“hi, come in.” her voice eased the nerves that were upsetting your stomach, as you walked into her house. she’d moved out of her previous one, and you hadn’t been here before.

“i made you some tea, since you’ve never been a huge coffee person.” you smiled, grateful for the thought.

“thank you.” she lead you to the couch, and you both settled down, facing each other as you pulled your legs to your body.

“sorry for being so cold yesterday, i was just surprised to see you.” you sipped the tea, as you spoke.

“no worries, it was definitely a surprise for me too.” she chewed her lip as she looked at you.

“you’ve changed, you look older. in a good way.” she cracked a smile before responding.

“it’s the fact i haven’t got obnoxiously colored roots.” you laughed at her criticism of the famous hair colours.

“i loved the roots.” she raised an eyebrow.

“which colour?” she took her bottom lip underneath her tongue as she waited for a reply.

“all of them, especially green though.” that was the hair she’d had when you’d been with her, it would always be nostalgic.

“i remember bleaching my hair after we broke up, i thought it would help me get over you.” she chuckled.

“did it?” she shook her head.

“i’m sorry, billie, for the way things ended.” she frowned slightly, remembering the events of your breakup.

“i’m sorry too, you never really got an explanation.” she sighed, taking your hands in hers as she spoke honestly.

“so.. why did you break up with me?” she took a deep breath before speaking.

“i felt unloved. i know it sounds stupid. but i didn’t feel like i was your girlfriend.” you nodded, trying to understand her words as she continued.

“our love felt like a male fantasy.” she whispered.

“what do you mean?” the term had confused you in this context.

“as if you didn’t love me romantically, i felt like your friend and not your girlfriend.” her brows were furrowed, expressing her emotions.

“i’m so sorry, billie.” she stayed silent, not fully accepting the apology.

“do you still..” she trailed off, wondering if she even wanted an answer.

“i don’t know if i ever got over you, i guess i pretended i was. i really tried to hate you.” she found the comment amusing, smiling brightly.

“thank god.” she looked down, smiling to herself before returning to meet your eyes.

“hm?” you questioned.

“i still love you now.” she took your face in her hands as you squeezed her knee.

“me too,” her smile was as bright as ever, “I’ll make sure I don’t screw up this time.” you were giggling against her lips.

‘knew we’d get along, and it was so.’