warnings ! : smut x

The two of them were attending a high-profile charity gala, filled with celebrities, executives, and a sea of cameras flashing everywhere. Mars had been relatively relaxed, mingling with a few familiar faces and enjoying the glass of red wine in her hand, even with the buzzing energy of the crowd. Her towering frame and powerful presence commanded attention, and every now and then she'd offer a charming smile to those who approached her.

Billie had drifted away earlier to talk to some of her own industry contacts, but Mars never lost track of where she was. She'd glance at her from time to time—Billie's pale green gown hugging her figure in all the right places, her hair styled in loose waves that bounced every time she turned her head to laugh. The media might have been drawn to Mars for her stoic, almost intimidating persona, but Billie? Billie was the sun in every room they entered.

Taking a sip of her wine, Mars was trying to keep her thoughts from wandering to how beautiful her girlfriend looked, but she couldn't help it. She looked over the rim of her glass to catch Billie's eye, only to find her already walking towards her with a sultry smirk.

Billie slipped up beside Mars, placing a light hand on her forearm as she leaned in close, standing on her toes to reach Mars's ear. Mars's breath hitched just at the sensation of Billie's warm breath on her neck.

"You look so hot right now," Billie murmured lowly, her voice a soft, almost purring tone that Mars rarely heard outside of private moments. "And if we weren't in a room full of people, I'd let you fuck me right here, right now."

Mars's entire body went stiff. The hand holding her wine glass jerked involuntarily, and she ended up spluttering, nearly choking on the drink. She hastily pulled the glass away, coughing as a few droplets spilled onto her crisp, tailored suit.

"Shit—" Mars's deep voice broke as she coughed again, trying to keep her composure, but her mind was still spinning from what Billie had just whispered to her. She glanced down at Billie, eyes wide, cheeks flushed beneath her usual calm demeanor. "W-What?"

Billie just giggled softly, bringing her hand up to brush away a stray drop of wine that had made its way to Mars's chin. Her fingers lingered a little too long for a public setting, the touch both casual and unbearably intimate. "What?" she echoed playfully, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "You heard me, Red."

Mars felt heat flood her face, a reaction that rarely happened to her. This wasn't something she was used to, not with Billie. Sure, they'd had their share of steamy kisses and lingering touches, but they hadn't gone beyond that. She wasn't sure if Billie was teasing her—testing her—or if she was genuinely flirting, laying the groundwork for something more.

"B-Billie..." Mars whispered, lowering her voice as she tried to keep her composure. The gala's low hum of chatter and music faded into the background. All she could focus on was the teasing glint in Billie's eyes, the daring quirk of her brow as if she was saying, What are you going to do about it?

Billie stepped back slightly, but not before pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Mars's mouth, just out of sight of any onlookers. "Relax, baby. You'll get your chance—later," she said, giving Mars's hand a gentle squeeze. Then, with one last wink, she turned and sauntered back into the crowd, leaving Mars standing there, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Mars swallowed hard, trying to shake off the lingering heat spreading through her body. She quickly downed the rest of her wine, eyes locked on Billie's retreating form, still feeling the ghost of her words echoing in her ears.

What the hell just happened?

Mars shifted on her feet, desperately trying to regain her calm, media-ready composure. But it was impossible to ignore the fluttering in her chest and the unfamiliar warmth pooling low in her belly.

Back at their New York hotel room, the atmosphere was charged. The city lights filtered in through the large windows, casting a soft glow over the space. Mars and Billie had barely spoken on the car ride back, but the tension between them had been almost palpable.

When they stepped inside, Mars fumbled slightly, almost tripping over her own feet. Billie's hand shot out to steady her, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Whoa there," she teased gently.

"Sorry." Mars chuckled, a low, breathy sound. It was strange—she wasn't tipsy from the wine, but the lingering warmth of Billie's whispered words earlier in the night still had her off-balance.

Without a word, Billie took Mars's hand and led her toward the king-sized bed in the center of the room. Mars sat down heavily, her gaze never leaving Billie as she moved with an almost predatory grace.

"It's getting hot in here," Billie murmured, reaching for the first button on Mars's crisp white dress shirt.

Mars blinked, mouth going dry. "I know that, but... why are you—" She swallowed, gaze flicking from Billie's face to her own shirt, where Billie's nimble fingers had already started working the second button free. "Unbuttoning my shirt?"

Billie's smirk was playful, but there was a serious undertone in her eyes. "Because I want to," she replied simply, her voice hushed in the intimacy of the room. She kept working, each button slipping free with deliberate slowness, as if giving Mars a chance to stop her if she wanted to.

"But—" Mars tried to speak, but the words faltered on her tongue. They hadn't gone this far before. She'd always let Billie set the pace, never wanting to push or rush her. But now... Mars's breath hitched as Billie pushed the shirt off her shoulders, the cool air hitting her bare skin and sending a shiver down her spine.

"Relax, Red," Billie whispered, her hands smoothing over Mars's collarbones before she leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the hollow of her throat. "I know we haven't... done this. But I want to, and I think you do too."

Mars's eyes fluttered closed at the touch, her body reacting instinctively, arching ever so slightly toward Billie. Her hands, large and rough, hovered uncertainly over Billie's waist. "I—yeah, I do. But are you—"

"I'm sure," Billie cut in, her voice firm but tender. She pulled back just enough to look Mars in the eyes, her gaze steady, full of both affection and something deeper—something hungry. "I trust you, Mars."

Mars exhaled slowly, the tension in her shoulders melting away at those words. She nodded, reaching up to cup Billie's cheek with one hand, her thumb brushing over Billie's soft skin.

"Okay," Mars breathed. "Okay, then. Just... let me know if I need to stop."

Billie's lips curved into a soft smile, and she leaned down, capturing Mars's mouth in a kiss that was slow and sweet. "I will," she whispered against Mars's lips before deepening the kiss.

Mars's hands finally found their place on Billie's hips, pulling her closer as she lost herself in the feel of Billie against her, in the heady mix of nerves and excitement. This was new territory for both of them, but in that moment, nothing felt more right.

Billie settled on Mars' lap as the other woman's hands ran up her back in a trail of fire. Her hands went down to Billie's thighs and flipped them over so she was lying on the bed.

Mars slowly sank to her knees as she hiked uo Billie's dress. "Last chance to back out love."

"Im feeling very stubborn tonight." Billie bit her lip as she stared at Mars who was undoing her belt. "Mm, I see." Mars held the belt in her hands. "Stand up and strip."

Billie felt a surge of excitement at the command and quickly did as told, stripping down to her black lacy underwear. "Fuck, my gorgeous girl." Mars stepped closer to her, leaning down to claim her lips in a searing kiss, sucking on her bottom lip.

Her hands reached down to cup her ass, giving it a squeeze. "Mm."

Billie felt her hands get restrained behind her back by the belt, "is that tight?" Mars husked.

"Mm mmm." Billie shook her head. "Verbal answers pretty girl." Mars smacked her ass.

"No its not." Billie sighed breathlessly. Mars smiled slightly and pushed her down onto the bed, face down, ass up.

"What are you— oh god!" Billie's head fell into the mattress as she felt Mars' tongue delve into her. Mars gripped her hips as she lapped up her wetness, gently nipping at her Clit.

Billie tried to find purchase but couldn't since her hands were currently behind her back. "Fuck Mars."

Mars parted her lips and sucked gently, while Billie's legs shook with pleasure.

"Thats orgasm number one." Mars grinned as she stood up, removing her pants and untying Billie.

The woman turned around lying on her back as she watched Mars pull off her boxers, "Fuck the condom was in my bra." Billie suddenly spoke, remembering how she carelessly threw that shit on some random space on the floor.

Mars laughter brought her out of her worries, "this thing will not fit me." Mars looked at the silver pack that lay on the floor before reaching for her pants, digging for her wallet and pulling out a magnum.

She pulled down her boxers causing Billie's jaw to drop, "holy fuck, I might actually be disabled after this." Mars chuckled, "Don't worry darling." She grabbed Billie's legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. "Its gonna be a fun ride."

Mars held her throat, applying a bit of pressure. "How do you want me?"

Billie smirked, "however you want baby." Her sultry tone ignited Mars' deepest darkest desires. Mars let go of her throat, trailing her hand down her collar bone, the valley of her breast, down to the little pudge on her belly, Mars was truly blessed to see the sight.

She slid her hands under Billie's thighs and pressed them into her chest, sinking into her slowly, Their mouth dropped as they enveloped each other. "Oh that shit is tight ma." Mars groaned as she bottomed out.

"Can i move baby?"

"Mm hm." Billie nodded. "Yes you can."

Mars wasted no time in thrusting her hips, she wanted to be balls deep. Billie's nails scratched down her back, no doubt leaving pretty scars over her tattooed back. Her walls squeezed on her dick deliciously causing her to throw her head back in pleasure. "Fuck ma, keep squeezing me like that, fuck."

She slowed down to really, really see how her dick disappeared inside Billie's pretty self. She rubbed messy circles on her clit bringing her to her second orgasm.

Mars plunged into her a few more times before falling off the edge as well, "shit," her hips stuttered as she tried to keep pushing herself into the warm velvety walls of her pussy.

"Oh shit." Her balls tightened almost painfully as she released into the condom. "Fuck baby." Mars leaned down, pressing their foreheads together, whispering sweet nothings to her. "You were so good for me."

She pecked her lips softly, before deepening it, their tongues massaging each other.

Mars pulled away with a small smacking sound, "This is officially the best night of my life." Mars spoke breathlessly causing Billie to giggle loudly.