Billie Eilish Smut Novels & Stories

His hand unconsciously held the doorknob before accidentally shoving it close. “Stop!” he bellowed coming towards me. I lifted a brow in his direction, challenging him, a smirk playing on my lips. “Try me,” When he was closed enough I grabbed his neck, my nails digging on his skin as brought our lips together, smearing my lipstick on his lips and his cheeks. He tried to shove me off him but I clung to him like a leech on heat. “You taste like candy and death, Billy,” I murmured as I bit his lips viciously.

She laughed and tapped my cheeks before tilting her head at the door of the bar. The chairs and tables were already fixed, and the white lights were lit up. The door opened and revealed Auton's built. He was wearing a black leather jacket paired with black ripped pants and white shoes. His hair was again on a man bun, revealing his aristocratic nose and a defined jaw. I licked my lips. Ella patted my shoulders and put all my things back in my backpack before pushing me towards him. "Alright, Mr. Auton Smith! Tayla is so excited about your late-night date!"

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

I screamed around Ethan’s shaft. We came together in a sweaty, filthy explosion. Dylan flooded my pussy with pulse after pulse of hot cum. Carter unloaded deep in my ass, the overflow leaking out around his shaft. Ethan pulled out and painted my face and tits with rope after rope of thick white cum. I kept cumming, body shaking, holes clenching, milking every last drop. We collapsed in a sticky, cum-drenched heap. Cum oozed from my stretched pussy and asshole, dripped down my thighs, and coated my chin, cheeks, and heaving breasts. My hair was a mess, my makeup ruined. I looked like the perfect used-up slut.

The clothes worn by her father, mother and brother made her know that it was her family. Sulis still hugged her tightly. She whispered istighfar in order to calm her heart. A spoiled girl who has always been stubborn, still doesn't want to say istighfar. She chose to scream and roar. Hugging the body bag regardless of the foul smell, She kissed it and She wiped the body bag. Many times She did it to a bag containing three bodies that could not be separated.

“You’re even hotter than Blue described. I didn’t know that was possible.” Sadie smirked. “You too, sunshine.” I turned the camera back on myself. “Okay. Full girl gang assembled. I guess I should explain why I sang Billie Eilish like I was casting a curse.” Ellie’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, you did not.” “I did,” I groaned, rubbing my temples. “I changed my solo at the last second and just… unloaded.” Sadie added, “She broke a hundred hearts in the crowd, and one of them was definitely Teddy’s.”

Sometimes it's best not to recount the horrors you've had to face. You guys don't expect me to tell you what happened after I spilled my drink on Mr. Grumpy's pants but I guess you all have the right to know. The rest of the car ride was eerily quiet and not even the music could break the quietness as the rest of the songs that were playing in the speaker were Billie Elish's album. I love Billie but there's something about the tune of her songs most times that's scary. Like all the good girls go to hell or the bad guy.

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."