imagines | billie eilish

massage

~ y/n's pov ~
chapter includes: imagine

i watch billie walk into the bedroom, closing the door and sighing, plopping down onto the bed.

she just put eden, her 2 year old niece, down for a nap.

"you remember when i said that i wanted to have kids after we get married?" she recalls.

"yeah....i don't think i want kids anymore." she shakes her head. "told you. kids are a pain in the ass." i agree.

she lays her head on my chest, watching me scroll through twitter. "y/n, can you massage my back?" she asks.

usually, when she asks me to massage her back, it leads to a sloppy, wet make out, then to her riding my face.

but i can tell that this time, she just genuinely wants a back massage. she just had to take care of a 2 year old all day, eden isn't particularly the calmest kid.

"sure, my love. lay down." i turn my phone off, taking her shirt off and laying her on her stomach.

i climb onto her back and straddle her hips, unclasping her bra.

"please do a good job, my back really hurts." she tells me. "i will, just relax."

i kiss her shoulder, rubbing small circles into the top of her shoulders.

i listen to her softly sigh, letting her eyes close naturally.

"go down a little more— yes, right fucking there." she groans, and i refrain from thinking about how suggestive it sounded.

"yeah? right there?" i tease, earning a small chuckle from her.

i hear her murmur something along the lines of "weirdo." but i just choose not to respond.

i firmly massage her back, hearing her sighs and moans of approval.

"you've never massaged my back this good. this is better than an orgasm." she hums, and i raise my eyebrows.

"really?" i ask. "well, maybe i lied a little, i'll second this one."

"to the right just a bit—mmm fuck."

"do i really make you feel that good to the point that you gotta be moaning like that?" i ask.

"mhm. i've had a really long day taking care of a fucking toddler. do you understand how many times she ran away from me at the park and i had to chase her? my tits can only handle so much running before it starts making my back hurt." she explains.

"see? that's why i was side eyeing you when you were talking about how you wanted a baby back in july." i shake my head.

"i still want to have kids with you, just not right now." she turns around, so now i'm straddling her stomach.

"put your tits away, woman!" i exclaim. she laughs, throwing her head back.

i lean down to kiss her, but it got kinda hard to kiss her when we both kept smiling.

"aunt billie?" i hear from the hallway, and billie sits up quickly, covering her chest with her shirt.

"i'll take her. put your shirt on." i get off billie, walking out into the hallway to see a sleepy eden.

her nap had to have been good, due to the bed lines she has on her red cheeks, and her messy hair.

"where's aunt billie?" she asks, rubbing her eyes.

"aunt billie is tired. do you want chicken nuggets for dinner?" i change the topic, picking her up.

she rests her head in my neck, nodding.

billie comes out of the bedroom as i'm putting the chicken nuggets in the oven, and eden lights up.

"aunt billie when is mommy and daddy coming home?" she asks, reaching for billie.

billie picks her up, putting her on her hip. "they won't be home until sunday, so you have to wait 4 more days until you can see mommy and daddy again." she explains.

"is that long?" she questions. "it's not that long." she replies.

"i want to talk to mommy and daddy on your phone!" she exclaims. billie puts her down and takes out her phone.

after a couple clicks, she hands eden the phone, on a facetime call with claudia and finneas.

"mommy!!" she exclaims, running into the living room.

billie walks up to me, wrapping her arms around me and putting her face in my neck.

"i want a baby so bad." she sighs, kissing just above my collarbone. "i know you do. i just don't think it's the right time right now."

she nods in agreement.

"maybe once you finally marry me we could start looking for a fucking donor."

"one day." i promise.

i've actually already bought her a ring, i know she'll love it, i just need to work up the courage to actually propose.

"i want the sperm donor to look exactly like you, or as close to you as possible. i don't want a baby that doesn't look like you."

"i hope the baby has your nose, and your eyes." she looks up at me, into my eyes.

"i love you."
"i love you, pretty girl."

i kiss her, putting my hands down her pants to hold her ass.

"ewwww! aunt billie are aunt y/n are kissing!!" eden squeals.

i chuckle into the kiss, turning my head to look at her.

"aunt billie i want chocolate milk and when are my chickie nuggets gonna be done?"

"i'm done talking to mommy too, she gave me a kiss." she smiles.

"...billie, start looking for donors."

a/n
so i don't think i have covid because the chest pains are gone and i don't have any other symptoms. i might still get tested just in case.