warnings! : smut x

One thing Mars never liked about her birthday was that it fell on Halloween. As a kid, it meant parties where everyone paid more attention to costumes than her. Now, as an adult, it was the same-friends invited her to Halloween events, and the attention was still scattered. She preferred staying in, doing nothing, and letting the day pass without fuss.

Tonight, Mars had successfully avoided any major celebrations. Zaine was out trick-or-treating with his "grandmothers"-Billie's mom, and Mars's mãe. The two older women had hit it off instantly, and Zaine loved having both of them around, especially since they always spoiled him.

Mars had planned for the night to end quietly. Maybe they'd hit a party, but it wasn't a priority. She was comfortable at home, dressed down in a loose button-up shirt, her favorite reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose as she flipped through the pages of a new novel.

She heard Billie shift beside her on the bed, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Billie sitting cross-legged, phone in hand. Mars had sensed her girlfriend's frustration ever since Billie came home from tour. The distance had been hard on both of them, and Mars could tell Billie was struggling-teasing touches, lingering kisses, but never the time or privacy to act on anything. With Billie leaving again in two days, the clock was ticking.

Mars turned another page, thinking she could escape tonight without anything too eventful. But then Billie's phone vibrated with a new message.

Mars barely glanced over, but Billie's expression shifted when she read the text.

"They went to my mom's place," Billie murmured, her voice low. "Zaine fell asleep."

Mars hummed softly, pretending to stay focused on her book, though she had a suspicion of what was coming. "Perfect," Billie added, a mischievous note threading through her tone.

Before Mars could respond, she felt the bed shift. Billie moved gracefully across the mattress, straddling Mars's lap in one smooth motion. Mars looked up from her book, raising a brow as Billie plucked the paperback from her hands and set it aside.

"Baby," Mars started, adjusting her glasses, "what are you-"

"Shhh," Billie whispered, pressing a finger to Mars's lips with a playful grin. The mischievous glint in her eye was impossible to miss. Billie reached for Mars's glasses next, sliding them off her face and setting them on the nightstand. Mars squinted slightly-she was nearsighted and everything beyond Billie's face blurred, but it didn't matter. She could see the intention in Billie's gaze perfectly.

Mars's pulse quickened as Billie's fingers moved to her shirt, undoing the top few buttons one by one. Billie's hands weren't rushed-they were deliberate, teasing, her fingertips grazing Mars's skin in a way that made her breath hitch.

"You're really doing this now?" Mars muttered, voice husky, though the corner of her mouth lifted in a smile.

Billie didn't answer with words. Instead, she leaned forward, her soft brown hair slipping free as Mars reached up to pull it from the loose bun. Billie's waves tumbled over her shoulders, framing her face and brushing against Mars's skin.

Mars let her hands drift to Billie's waist, her thumbs tracing circles over her hips.

Billie leaned down, pressing a kiss to Mars's chest, her lips soft and warm. She trailed kisses upward, her mouth brushing along Mars's neck and jaw before finally meeting her lips in a slow, heated kiss. Mars groaned softly against her mouth, her hands gripping Billie's waist a little tighter.

When Billie pulled back slightly, her lips hovered just above Mars's. "I've been thinking about this since I got back," Billie whispered, her voice laced with need.

Mars chuckled, her hands sliding up Billie's back. "Yeah? You've been holding out on me, Eilish."

"Not anymore." Billie smiled, that playful, dangerous smile that Mars found impossible to resist.

With a little shift of her hips, Billie began stripping them both out of their clothes. Her movements were smooth, purposeful, as if she had planned this moment down to the second. Mars's shirt was gone first, followed by Billie's oversized hoodie, which she tossed to the floor carelessly. Mars's hands roamed Billie's back, mapping the familiar curve of her spine and the softness of her skin.

Billie's lips found their way back to Mars's neck, nipping gently, then soothing the spot with kisses. Mars sucked in a breath, her heart racing. She was used to being the one in control, the one setting the pace-but having Billie take the initiative like this was a rare thrill.

"Goddamn, Billie," Mars muttered, her voice rough with desire as Billie kissed her way down to her chest.

Billie chuckled against Mars's skin, her hands sliding lower, teasingly slow. "Happy birthday, Marscello," she whispered before capturing Mars's mouth in another searing kiss.

Mars groaned, her hands tangling in Billie's hair as their bodies pressed together. Every inch of her skin felt alive under Billie's touch, and she found herself sinking deeper into the moment, letting Billie guide her.

Billie leaned back slightly, her hands skimming down Mars's sides. Mars couldn't help but admire the sight of Billie above her-hair messy and wild, lips kiss-swollen, her dark eyes filled with playful hunger.

"You look so fucking good like this," Mars murmured, voice thick with appreciation.

Billie smirked. "I know."

She shifted on Mars's lap again, a wicked gleam in her eye as she settled more firmly against her. Mars bit her lip, her hands gripping Billie's thighs as she fought the urge to flip them over and take control. But no-tonight was Billie's show. And Mars was more than willing to let her have it.

Billie's hands roamed with purpose, her touch lighting little fires across Mars's skin. Every kiss, every brush of fingers, was a reminder of how much they had missed each other, how much they needed this.

Mars groaned, her breath coming quicker as Billie's kisses grew more heated. "You're killing me here," Mars muttered, her hands sliding up Billie's thighs, tracing the curve of her hips.

Billie grinned, clearly pleased with herself. "Good."

Mars chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made Billie's heart race. "You're so damn lucky I love you," Mars murmured, her voice rough with affection and desire.

Billie leaned in, her lips brushing against Mars's ear. "I know," she whispered, her breath warm against Mars's skin.

Mars's hands drifted up Billie's back, holding her close, as their kisses grew deeper, more desperate. The world outside didn't matter tonight-no press, no gossip, no looming interviews. It was just them, lost in each other, the rest of the world fading away.

Billie pulled back slightly, just enough to meet Mars's gaze. "Happy birthday, baby," she whispered again, her voice full of love and mischief.

The sharp sound of clapping rang through the room. Mars gripped her ass as she thrusted into her silky walls. "You're so wet baby." She said, rolling her hips slowly.

She went deeper into her, The unexpected deep plunge made Billie lurch forward, her body jolting with the force. "Fuck." Billie groaned.

Mars prevented her from moving away, "Nah don't run, you can take it ma." Mars thrusted harder, "mhm, thats it, my. good. girl." She enunciated each thrust.

"Mars slow down, Mars- too much." Billie tried to push her away but only got her hands pinned down at the small of her back.

"Hold on Baby." Mars kept her pace. "Just a little longer, you can do that right princess?"

"Mhmm." Billie hummed.

"Yeah, so good for me." Mars lifted a knee, pressing Billie into the mattress, intertwining their hands together on her back as she moved against her spot.
"Oh my- fuck Mars."

She pulled out, pulling the condom off her fat dick and sinking back into Billie, pressing her forehead into the woman's back, "Oh shit." Her velvety walls clenched around Mars' bare dick allowing her to feel the warmth and wetness she caused.

"Holy shit, Thats a different feel." Mars chuckled along with Billie. "Mind if i go slow?" Mars asked her. Billie shook her head at Mars, actually thankful for the change in pace.

Mars kissed down her back, over her tattoo, gripping her waist and flipping her onto her back. She leaned down, claiming Billie's tongue with her own as she gently pushed herself back in.

She grinded against her, using her lengthy fingers to draw circles on Billie's sensitive clit.

Her moans filling Mars ears as they sloppily kissed. Billie dragged her hands up Mars' back, scratching against it before laying her hands flat on her ass.

Mars leaned back on her heels, hand trailing up to Billie's neck and squeezing gently, her hips rocking back and forth in a sensual way, driving fat inches into her before jaggedly crashing her hips into Billie again and again.

Mars huskily groans, giving her those last final deep strokes before shooting complete blanks. with quickness, she pulls her cock out- and sprays her load right on Billie's bare stomach. She groans as her pink lips purse together and she's shaking. Billie's pussy was so soaked, and Mars only imagined what would happen if she came inside. the thought purged his mind-flooding her thoughts, and she takes a few seconds before collapsing right on her chest.

"are you alright?" Mars pants, resting her chin between Billie's breasts. for a faint moment, she saw Mars pouting and kissed her forehead, "im good."

A sheepish grin spreads against her lips before Billie feels Mars softly cleaning her her stomach. "You sure?"

"Yes Mars stop worrying." Billie groaned.

"Lets go again, Red," Billie playfully coos, and Mars is taken by surprise once Billie suddenly got up, lightly shoving her on her back, landing with a quiet 'oof,' Mars falls back against the bed with a jaded look in her eyes, allowing Billie to straddle her lap. "this time, i want you inside though."

"yes ma'am," Mars replied in a cheeky tone, still sweating as she brings her broad bare hands toward Billie's waist. "Go ahead, sweetheart," and Billie moans once Mars abruptly spanks her ass, leaning in to whisper against her ear. "your move." Billie sank down onto Mars dick.

"Shut up." Her words were panted out, body covered in sweat as she bounced on Mars cock, loving the sight of her blissed-out state as she gripped her throat and rode her, Loving the feeling of her cock twitching inside her just by the small comment. "Oh fuck." Mars gripped her waist. "No, no, don't touch." Billie pulled Mars hands off her waist and placed them above her head as she swurved her hips in a circular motion. "Look at me." Mars clutched her hands by her head and watched Billie please herself on her cock.

"good job Marscello." Billie purred.