billie eilish imagines

dessert *

gxg - y/n sub? idk it's complicated

y/n's pov:
I stood at the kitchen counter, preparing dinner for me and my girlfriend Billie, who was to come home from work soon. She's the better cook, but i try my best. I decided on some pasta, because I didn't really have that much time, and it was the only thing I was able to make, that turned out okay. I took out a pot, filled it up with water, and added a pinch of salt, setting it down to boil. During this time, I began to make the sauce. Just as I was about to put the pasta in the pot, the door opened, and I heard someone come in.
"Baby, I'm home!" Billie yelled.
"Kitchen!" I yelled back, signaling that I was in the kitchen making dinner. I heard some shuffling, before footsteps coming towards me.
"Hello," she said in her baby voice, walking up behind me. "Mm, smells good, what're you making?" she asked, kissing my cheek.
"Pasta." I replied bluntly, adding the noodles into the pot of water.
" Aw," she complained. I rolled my eyes.
"What, is there something else you'd like?" I reasoned.
"Mhm," she hummed in response, hugging my waist loosely and resting her head on my shoulder.
"What is it then?" I asked, stirring the sauce. I knew we've had pasta like twice this week, but I didn't know how to make anything else.
"You," she whispered in my ear, before going down and kissing my neck a few times.
"Billie," I whined in annoyance. "Not right now," I scolded, and tried to push her off. She got off, mumbling what sounded like a 'whatever' under her breath. I watched Billie from the side of my eye, as she ran a hand through her hair in furstration. I chuckled, knowing my victory.
After a little while, dinner was ready. Billie helped set the table without a word, and didn't even thank me when I handed her her plate of food. We sat down, and my anger peaked when she refused to eat.
"Billie, you're acting like a child right now. Just be patient for once." I groaned. She rolled her eyes, and picked up her fork. "Thank you," I smiled and continued eating.
The rest of the meal was quiet, aside from our forks scraping the plates. We carried our dishes into the sink, rinsing them briefly before putting them in the dishwasher. As I dried my hands with the rag, Billie came up behind me, snaking her arms around my waist. I let out a small laugh as she began to fiddle with the waistband of my sweatpants. i pushed her hand away softly.
"C'mon baby, I waited so long," she protested, her hand finding a new spot; rubbing my waist.
"I don't know, I still want dessert," I teased putting the rag down and turning to face her. She looked at me with a 'really?' look, sliding her hands under my shirt, behind my back, resting them just a few inches higher then where they were before.
"Why have dessert," she reached behind my back to unclasp me bra. "When you can have me?" With that she lifted me up onto the counter, and smashed her lips on mine. She stood between my legs, her hand roaming my body, as we passionately made out. She pulled away for a second, lifting my shirt over my head, before doing the same, and connecting our lips again. Our lips moved quickly; her hungry mouth exploring mine (as if she hadn't done this before) as I struggled to keep up. She picked me up again, carrying me to the couch, almost tripping on one of our shirts on the floor. I laid down on the sofa, Billie climbing on top of me. Her chains dangled above me as she stared at me lustfully.
"God, I fucking love you," Billie breathed out, going down to kiss my neck. She made her way down to my bare chest, leaving a trail of hickeys as she went. She stopped at my boobs, grabbing them with her hands and massaging them briefly, before latching her mouth around my left nipple and sucking softly. I gasped when she bit the skin lightly, but I there was more pleasure in it than pain. She moved over to my other tit, giving it the same attention, and then brought her self up to kiss me again. Desperate for my touch, she brought my hand to her back, motioning for me to take off her bra. I obliged, and took it off her, allowing her boobs to fall from their restraint. I gripped them firmly, pinching the nipples. She moaned into the kiss, allowing me to slip my tongue into her mouth. We were making out again, our tongues dancing together, greedily trying to win the non existent battle for dominance. our hands held each others body, touching and gripping and caressing every square inch of flesh they could reach, exploring what they had already found. My hands found their way to Billies ass, gripping it roughly, and pulling her closer into me. She pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath.
"Fuck," I started, breathing heavily. "You," kiss, "horny," kiss, "BITCH!" I yelped, as I felt her pull of my pants and panties at once. She didn't hesitate to take hers off as well, kicking one of her legs over mine, and positioning our dripping pussies. She began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against mine. Never have I ever thought that billie would agree to scissoring, yet alone thinking of the idea herself. Nonetheless, the sensation was amazing. she put most of the body weight into me, applying more pressure (and pleasure) to our cunts. I bucked my hips, to redeem as much pleasure as I could. The sound of our skin slapping against each other filled the air. Moans spilled out of our mouths as we approached our high.
"Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good, shit!" Billie praised, speeding up. She grabbed my hand, interlocking our fingers, and grabbed her tit with the other, trying to compose herself. God, she was a mess. A needy, desperate mess. But I loved it.  Soon enough we were both moaning each other's names as we came, our body's trembling from the overstimulation. Billie collapsed on top of me, panting hard. I played with her hair, as she traced random shapes on my arm.
"You still want dessert?" she mumbled teasingly. I chucked.
"I mean, i didn't really eat you, so yea, I still want dessert." I stated matter-of-factly. Her head rose from its place on my chest, as she raised an eyebrow. I shrugged. "I'm still up for a round two," I said, although i didn't actually mean it. "You know, and then maybe I'll be full." I poked at her side. She groaned.
"No." she grumbled, cuddling her face into my neck and hugging me tightly. I laughed softly, pulling her naked body impossibly closer to mine. Screw dessert.
Why have dessert when you can have Billie?

hi lol sorry for not updating so long...
anyways i got this idea in church camp lmfao
enjoy ig 😉