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I wanted to ask for your help
There are several users romanticizing abuse and rape on this app, using the tags #r@pe kink and #abuse kink.
I am sharing this with the intention that more people will report this content. This is not normal, nor acceptable.
it really should not be romanticised as it could be harmful and triggering to many readers
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