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billie - dom/ g!p | y/n - sub

bils pov:

if there's one thing that gets under my skin it's definitely y/n. living with her is a pain in the ass, we're on and off every month it seems but still i have never officially broken up with her. my girlfriend of 3 whole fucking years, not perfect years. honestly quite the opposite of perfect but somehow still not a waste of them.

i have a tendency to assume authority or possessiveness over her. especially when we go out.

when we met, she dressed completely differently and although i love the clothes on her now, it must mean other people do too.

shes perfect, and doesn't let herself be walked on either. so when i snap at her she leaves and goes fuck some dude to get back at me. but i cant help it, i want to protect her all the time. for her to listen and help me through my shit like i do her.

i want her to be jealous. not the other way around.

maybe thats why i cheat on her too. so that some how in this messed up brain of mine i still assume that authority over the relationship. to hurt her back like she hurts me, even if i never enjoy the sex.

"if you didn't fucking cheat billie why did i find a douche in the bathroom?" y/n screams at me like countless times before, pissed and with a box in her hand.

"i don't know y/n maybe because it's also my bathroom? am i not allowed to have my own products in the shower?"

"you don't use a douche for your dick you idiot, and i know i'm not sticking this shit up my vagina so whose is it?"

the box gets slapped on the counter for me to see, "i don't fucking know what it is! what am i supposed to tell you?"

"so admit it then, that you cheated? and with a cheap slut that has to use a douche to wash her shit."

"baby stop getting so mad..."

"give me answers then bil." she says getting closer cornering me into the kitchen cabinets.

"you're turning me on." i warn as i feel the familiar tent growing in my joggers.

"am i now?"

her hand reaches for a knife from the knife block on the marble counters, being the first object she could, gently going around her bust with the blade.

"are you crazy y/n?"

"so do you admit it?"

"are you gonna kill me for having drunk sex i don't even remember?"

"im not gonna kill you, i'm just gonna hurt you so so good." she tugged at my ear with her teeth and starts to suck at my neck placing the knife down beside us.

"no, bring it with us." i carry her on the hip as i start to fight for dominance. eventually i win, she gives into the kiss enveloping her tongue with mine. this kiss is sloppy and harsh, her arms tight on the back of my neck as i push further into face for more. when i get to our room i throw her on the bed.

"did you fuck her here? daddy?" she says sitting tracing her delicate skin with the knife. " 'cause then you should fuck me harder, i'll take it."

"maybe i did, but whether or not you take it is up to you darling." i unbuckle my belt throwing it aside as well as the chains dangling over my sweater.

"i will daddy, use me. fuck me as many times as you want i'll be better than her."

the boner growing under must have been visible because she palms it right through my underwear. "you're just dying for daddy's cock to be inside of you aren't you y/n." hiding the fact im desperate for her skin to touch mine too my palm comes in contact with her face. it leaves a red mark on her cheek.

i take the knife she drops, spinning it in between fingers like a pencil. "if you wanna be treated like a slut we gotta get rid of those clothes y/n."

"then cut them off me daddy." her eyelashes flutter.

"you're just any other whore until you teach me you're worth something." i remind her of her place scratching the skin by her jaw.

the serrated knife pulls through her skirts material. i don't take my time, if i cut her it's not my problem. logically that's exactly what happens, the blade reaching her thigh because of the thin cloth and making her let out a cry.

"shhh, maybe if you didn't dress so skimpy it wouldn't have happened. though i must say i love the look on you....where's your panties?"

"i didn't w-wear any."

i put my hand by her pussy, it radiates heat. "of course you didn't you whore."

then i continue picking at her shirt, ignoring the hem and ripping straight down the center.

without warning i snap the collar, forcefully taking the remains of the once perfect tee and scraping the natural curvature of her boob drawing blood.

"fuck." she moans.

"is that how you like it dirty cunt?" she nods repeatedly, eyebrows furrowed in pain. i swipe my wet tongue on the fresh wound and then play with her nipple in my mouth briefly. her moans progressively get louder as she plays with the other. "how aren't you embarrassed of yourself?"

"i like-."

"did i say you could talk slut?" i cover her mouth shaking her head no. "perfect, i'm done with you when i'm satisfied. now, kiss my fucking cock."

with nervous eyes she pulls it out of my boxers, already hard. she starts to kiss it from the bottom up when i change my mind. "get on your knees for me." i say sitting on the bed.

she obeys, putting her hands on me again to pump once she's on the floor. "fuck, like that whore." her tongue laps circles around my tip making my breath shaky. once she fully has me in her mouth i hold her by the back of the head.

her slobber's all over my dick, every now and then licking it back up as she goes back and forth. the grip on her head slowly turns into one of a pony tail as she works me in a way only she could.

i start pushing her into me manually with more force, feeling better every time she hollows out her cheeks or does anything distinguishably pleasurable.

"you know what you're doing." mercilessly i pound my 8 inches harder into her throat. completely ignoring the tear stains down her face, her pleading eyes looking up at me. "fuckk." i was gonna finish. drawing to a close i twitch in her, letting her head go after releasing in her mouth and tongue. "i like my cum on your lips. you look pretty." i say with my hand cupping her chin.

"thank you daddy." she thanks hesitantly.

"come up on the bed."

down on the patted part of the mattress she sits, twiddling with her nipples as she gets more and more anxious about what i'm going to do with her.

what am i going to do with her...

"you gonna be a good slut for me?" the words leave my mouth not even two inches away from her face. she bathes in my cold breath "you can speak."

"yes daddy, nobody fucks me like you do. i'll be good."

getting the response i wanted i break the intense eye contact. she watches as i take off my shirt in front of her, giving her a smile when my head pops out the other end. my tits come out of my bra and hang in front of her face. "kiss me."

she plays with them, her mouth softly attacking my left.

"you do everything i demand of you, that's what makes you my slut." her giggles are audible even from under me. i give my breasts a last squeeze before telling her to lay with her legs spread.

i grab the rope from under our bed and see her just as i had instructed. "look at you being a compliant girl." her cheeks fill with color as my knots secure themselves. her wrists stuck at her ankles now.

i blow the bright ocean colored hair out of my face before putting my tongue on her, her face immediately switching to a pleasure filled one. her hips buck at the long awaited feeling so i give her more tongue, licking back and forth.

ardently i drag more of her juices up, making her shake once i give attention to her most sensitive spot.

"how many times do you think you can cum for daddy?" i say looking into her y/e/c eyes and swirling my tongue again side to side. moments pass and she gives no answer her mouth hung open.

"once?" i blow air on to her and stimulate her in the opposite direction, up and down. her arms fail to help me please her as they're stuck on her calves in the air.

"twice?" she lets out a shaky moan when i slow down my movements

"three times?"

"oh fuck daddy, i wanna cum." she says resting her limbs on my shoulders.

"cum then, i wanna test your limits." quickly i go back to her center, pushing her thighs just enough width away from each other for me to fit my head between. i don't get to do much navigating before she's a loud moaning mess again however, i fit a couple of fingers in her hole going in and out at a steady pace. "you're real tight y/n."

the sound of her juices fill the room, splashing with every pump of my fingers

"hmmfuckkkk daddy let me cum please, i'm cumming i'm cummingOH FUCKK."

i stop again right as she starts to hit her peak and ruin her orgasm. she whimpers and twitches needily for my touch.

"did you not like that? me ruining your orgasm?"

the frustrated girl shakes her head no.

"do you want to try again?" i propose and she responds with an eager nod. "please? say please mama."

"yes please."

i kiss her sensitive clit softly knowing i wouldn't go much softer at all. with my tip i tease her entrance, collecting wetness and shakes from her. she struggles with being restricted. "don't touch, no touching."

"don't touch, no touching." she says throwing my legs, and therefore my arms, over her shoulders. i want her to touch me again, even if i don't know how i'd cope with it. i wanna be put in the situation, screaming in pleasure, never wanting to stop but for now i'm left unsatisfied and craving.

her length starts playing with me, setting on my outside and never sticking more than the tip in.

"fuck me." i whisper, she most definitely heard it though my efforts to keep quiet.

she continues to tease me, pleasing herself as pre cum leaks out of her again. i'm incredibly close to another orgasm, she wouldn't have to work me long for it after the first. "don't stop daddy....please."

through heavy breaths i spread myself more, to feel more, and be knocked over the edge. "you feel so good daddy."

"yea? cum again for me. show me how good."

as if planned, her member strikes the right nerve, pulling my back off the bed and into an arch. "fuck fuck fuck." i say at my highest. her slit stroking me just where i needed. after i leak my orgasm away and into the sheets i'm even more sensitive, but not sensitive enough for billie to want to stop. she undoes my knots, leaving me to see the purple rope marks starting to appear on my ankles.

now free i crawl in her direction, hungry again at the sight of her hard. shiny and wet, coated in only the best substances and right in front of my eyes.

"you, oh fuck." she moans as i take her in my mouth again, holding her balls in my hands without warning. my chuckles and moans send vibrations through her, "fuck y/n." her groans praise. "fucking lay down i'm cumming in you."

she takes my body placing it side ways, leaning on my right side and lining herself up with me. "you ready?" she teases going along my lips.

"yes please, just go inside me."

with that she shoves all of herself in me, immense pleasure running through me all at once. she goes fast and rough, painful but the pleasure distracts from it, so does her grip on my left cheek. it most definitely will leave a mark but i don't want it to stop.

the room that surrounds us full of lust and curses, derogatory remarks in any other situation.

"mmmh" i let out

"feel good fucking slut? my cock in you?"

"yes god yes daddy."

she pounds harder into me feeling better than before. and continues to pursue through my pain until she grazes the right spot. "SHIT MM THERE DADDY THERE."

billie slows down but pushes in hard, as deep as she can go while slapping and squeezing my ass.

i can only expect to be purple tomorrow. too far distracted by my own feeling i ignore her signal letting me know she's finishing.

"i'm cumming daddy."

"me too y/n"

i feel her kids shoot up my insides, like a refreshing new coat of paint to my walls after i cum myself. out of breath she pulls out and falls down.

"i don't even know who the bitch was but you were better, you're always better."