real/fake. billie eilish x reader

*THIRTY-FIVE*

Billie got distracted talking to a camera man, and Maggie and I were having our own conversation. Of course, our communication was photographed. I suspected waking up to an article saying "Billies Mom and Girlfriend Already Know Each other?! Here's why."
Maggie was extremely easy to get along with, though.
A camera man came up and interrupted our conversation. "So, Y/n. What's it like dating THE Billie Eilish."
I blushed. "Well, obviously a dream come true. She's the best girlfriend I've ever had. She's so sweet, and fucking hilarious. Billie is always beside me, especially when I need her."
I felt someone's arms snake around me. I knew it was Billie by looking down at her hands and noticing her nails.
I placed my hands on top of hers. "But, her extreme fans are always fucking commenting saying shit like 'she should leave you for me.' It's funny, honestly."
The interviewer laughed, he seemed like a genuinely nice man.
"And Billie, what's it like dating Y/n."
"Where do I even start?" She laughed. "I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her that she was the one. I made her a promise whenever we went on our first date, hell, even a bet. And, I won that bet. She's extremely reliable, and always takes care of me, and Shark, whenever we need her. Oh my goood, she's just such an amazing person. Shes hella attractive, and has a good personality. That's hella rare."
"What was the bet?"
I glanced at her. "That's a secret between us." She responded.
I hadn't realized I was holding my breath.
A couple hours passed. I met some of her celebrity friends and made some too. Everyone was nicer than I was expecting.

We ate dinner with the friends / celebrities we had gathered, and went home around 7:00.
Whenever we got back to the hotel room, my feet hurt so fucking bad. I slumped down onto the bed, holding myself up with my elbows.
I got up and changed out of my dress into a oversized t-shirt.
Billie had done the same earlier. She was sitting on the bed, flipping through channels.
I climbed on top of her and straddled her lap. "I'm so proud of you, baby."
"Thank you, ma." She replied, placing a kiss on my chest.
S

he slowly took off my shirt. "I just put that on!" I said, sarcastically.
"You can put it back on layer." She smirked and threw my shirt. "Is this okay?"
"Way more than okay. How many times have we tried to do this but got interrupted?"
"Way too many."
"My point exactly." I sighed. I smashed my lips onto hers.
Her lips were always so smooth, probably because of that aquaphor.
Her hands slid down to my ass. She squeezed it and I moaned into her mouth.
I pushed her down onto her back. She managed to flip us over so that she was on top.
I took off her shirt and unclipped her bra in one fast motion.
She slowly kissed my neck, occasionally leaving marks, all the way down to my chest.
She unclipped my bra, leaving both of us exposed. She sighed with satisfaction. "You're 100% sure?"
"Billie." I exclaimed. "Just shut up and fuck me."